teot
in
harlequin_sv
A New Life in the New World by peach1250
Title: A New Life in the New World
Rating: Adult
Work Count: 2,760
Cover: 2
Summary: Alexander Luthor finds a truth in the new world. Will he ever leave it?
Notes: Beta by ANON. Any remaining errors are my own.
A New Life in the New World
by peach1250
Alexander Luthor stood on the deck of the ship that was carrying him to the new world.
His father had decided, after catching his eldest son with one too many maids; that said son should go to the new world and begin improving their fortune with the riches to be had there.
He was so lost in his thoughts that the first raindrops hit the deck without him noticing until one landed on his nose. He jerked, looking up and saw the squall. The dark clouds moved in a distinct line toward them. The ship began to rock under him.
He turned to move back toward the quarters as the sailors began running across the heaving deck. He was almost to the hatch, when a loud cracking sound came from above him. He smelled the ozone in the air. Then pain exploded as a corner of the beam hit the back of his neck.
One of the sailors lashed himself and Luthor to the rail that was firmly attached to the cabins. That was probably what saved his life. A flying piece of the mast hit Alexander's head and he passed out. The sailor was not so lucky.
He woke, shooting pain in his head, his vision blurred. Reaching up, he found dried blood in a wound on his head. As his eyes slowly focused he made out the roof over his head. His breathing sped up as he recognized the surface above him as animal hide. He moved carefully, rising to his knees. The world tilted around him and he began to fall.
Strong arms wrapped around him easing him back onto the nest of furs. The language was unknown, but the intent was clear. He allowed the man leaning over him to sooth a foul smelling ointment over the wound.
Alexander drifted off to sleep to the sound of the deep voice and the feel of a large hand rubbing gently over his chest.
Kal-El left the beautiful man; the only thing he had claimed from the bounty washed up on the shore, and joined the others for the hunting. The village was low on meat and he was the best hunter of the tribe.
He asked one of the women to keep an eye on Alexander. He could tell from the damage that it might take some time for Alexander to heal. She smiled and nodded. Kal-El was their gift from the stars. The day he arrived had brought good fortune on the tribe, good fortune that had increased as he grew to manhood.
When Kal-El reached puberty and he realized he was ji'nmue'sm gesalatl, the tribe just added that to the list of things that set him apart from most of the men. The child that fell from the stars had blessed them every day of his life in the tribe. She would keep watch over the stranger who had claimed his heart.
When Lex woke again a woman was sitting next to him. She smiled at him and touched his bare shoulder gently. She asked a question and then held out an earthen bowl that contained water. He drank thirstily, then tried to make her understand that he wanted more.
She urged him back down and put more of the ointment on his head before leaving the tent. He had managed to get to his feet when she came back. He might not understand the language but he understood the intent of the angry words as she shook her finger at him and pointed to the bedding. He sat down quickly before she could follow through on what he was sure was a threat.
She sat next to him, fussing as she passed the bowl. The contents were warm and aromatic. He took a hesitant sip, found it to be tasty, and sipped until the bowl was empty. When it was empty, he mimed to her his need to pee. She nodded and signaled for him to wait.
She moved to the flap of the tent and called out. Another woman joined her and the two of them held on to him as he was shown the area used by the tribe. He tried to indicate that he wanted them to turn away but they just giggled and watched with obvious curiosity as he relieved himself.
He would have tried to run away right then if he could have understood their speculation as to how the stranger would stand up to the monster that was hiding under Kal-El's loincloth.
Alexander blushed as they giggled. He was sure they were making fun of him and it pissed him off. He allowed them to guide him back as he was feeling dizzy. Once he was settled again the second woman left them, the first waited until he slept to leave the tent.
The hunt had gone well. Kal-El's heightened abilities had allowed him to bring down a large buffalo and two deer. The tribe would eat well. He carried the buffalo as the deer were hauled into the camp by several of the other men.
As the women gathered around to help with the butchering he ran to the stream jumping in to clean the blood from his body. He then ran through the plains to get dried before going back to camp.
He joined in the celebration that night, leaving them a few times to check on his new acquisition. Using his special vision he could see that the damage to Alexander's head was healing. It was just a matter of time until he was well enough to take his place at Kal-El's side.
When they had found the remains of the ship, Alexander was lashed to a piece of wood. The man with him was dead, none of the other crew members ever made it to shore. Parts of the ship had, including a portion of the cargo hold. The trade goods were parceled out, going to the most in need.
When he grew tired he entered his tent, pulled the flap down tight and curled around the body nestled in the furs. He took a deep breath of the man's scent, committing it to memory. Kal-El had experienced sexual pleasure, with many partners, but none had smelled right.
Alexander smelled right. Even covered in sand and seaweed, half dead, he had smelled right. Clean, sleep warm, he smelled even better. He 'fit', his body the perfect size to meld with Kal-El's.
Alexander woke as the day was just beginning to break. He was on his side and a firm body was pressed up against him. He wiggled trying to get free but the arms tightened and he was pulled back. He froze when he realized that the body behind him was very naked and also sporting a hard on that felt enormous.
A soft kiss was pressed against his bare shoulder and a sleep rough voice spoke into his ear. The man behind him humped against him, rubbing his hard cock along the crack of Alexander's ass.
He began to panic, twisting and pulling to get away. The voice continued in his ear, low and meant to be reassuring he could tell. Then as one hand held him easily in place the other moved down his stomach to wrap around his cock.
He told himself that it was just his morning erection. He kept trying to tell himself that right up until he spilled his seed over the man's fist. As he panted, the savage lifted his leg and the hard cock slipped along the leg that was resting on the bedding. Then his other leg was pressed down, indicating that he should stay that way.
The hand covered in come was raised, the other holding him in place.
Kal-El began to thrust, his cock sliding along Alexander's crack and the head bumping into the other man's sac. He brought the hand covered in come to his mouth and licked it clean the smell and taste heightened his pleasure as he moved against Alexander.
He told the man of how he had wanted him from the moment he saw him. Told him they would make history together, swore that he would never know another now that he'd found Alexander.
It was frustrating to him that the other man didn't understand. That he feared Kal-El. But those thoughts were lost as he thrust a few more times and then sprayed his come along the crack of that firm ass and coated the ball sac. He drifted off to sleep but he didn't release Alexander.
The sun was high in the sky the next time they woke. Alexander learned that a man could give him great pleasure with his hot mouth, and that savages seemed to have no inhibitions about drinking his come.
Kal-El took his time over the next week. He taught Alexander's body the pleasures to be had with him. Alexander gasped with shock when Kal-El held him down, shot off in the small of his back and then scooped up fingers of come and rubbed it on his hole. The first couple of times he only rubbed the thick fluid against the hole but then he began to push it into the opening, with just the tip of a finger at first, but then working in a finger.
On the fifth day as a finger slid inside him a hot mouth deep throated him. Kal-El found that magic spot and Alexander screamed for the first time in his life during sex. The world grayed out. When he became aware again, Kal-El was pressing the tip of his cock against Alexander's hole.
He screamed and tried to get away but once more Kal-El spoke in that soothing tone. Only the tip entered him, not pushing against the muscle. The hot rush of fluid into his body sent a shiver down his spine.
It was the second week, after his body had become used to the fingers stroking inside, the hot mouth sucking his brain from his body, and hot come being shot into him that Kal flipped him onto his stomach and after shooting into him continued to press forward until he was buried in the man screaming curses at him.
Kal shook his head sadly as he used his weight to hold his mate still. He waited until Alexander calmed to roll them over. He allowed Alexander's legs to fall between his, then placed his legs on top, anchoring them to keep him firmly inside the tight ass.
With one arm he held Alexander. Using his fingers he teased the nipples that he had learned were quite responsive. He waited until Alexander was hard and then moved his hand down to stroke him lightly.
He wasn't going to respond. That's what he thought. He'd lie still and let the Indian finish. But once more his cock ignored his brain. It thickened and began to leak pre-come. Soft lips sucked his throat, leaving yet another mark.
When he was completely erect, Kal held just the tip. Alexander reached to grab his cock but Kal used one hand to hold both of Alexander's still. Flicking the slit at the tip, Kal waited. He smiled as Alexander began to fuck his fist, the movement causing Alexander to move up and down on Kal's cock.
For the first time the two men came together. Alexander whimpered as he shot high into the air. Kal bit down on Alexander's throat drawing blood as he shot his load inside his lover.
The days flowed, with Alexander learning the rhyme and rhythm of life within the tribe. The nights were spent in Kal's arms, learning things he knew his father would consider perverted. At times he knew that he was heard by the other members of the tribe, but they would just smile indulgently at the pair as they exited their tent in the mornings.
Kal was kind, but that was not enough. Alexander was used to being in control. He was after all the son of a rich titled man. He didn't like the subservient role. It was true that Kal gave him great pleasure. More pleasure than he had ever received with any woman.
But he knew he was little better than a slave.
Kal had begun teaching Alexander his language as he began to learn English. They had moved into what Kal thought was a happy relationship. He therefore had no worry about leaving the camp for a longer than normal hunt. They needed hides to prepare for the coming winter as well as extra meat to dry in case the year was a bad one. So he told Alexander he would be away longer than normal and kissed him goodbye.
Alexander had wandered away from the main camp. He had no real duties, unless you counted the sex slave portion of his life. Kal was the best hunter, the best healer, the best warrior. He provided well for Alexander.
As he sat on a boulder near the ocean, he saw a ship, small on the horizon. He jumped up straining his eyes to try to make out the flag. He began to frantically gather wood, in case it was English. Although if it were any country whose language he spoke he would still ask for passage.
He was bent over trying to coax a flame when a strong hand fastened on his shoulder. He looked up expecting to see Kal but instead found himself being hauled to his feet by the one brave in the tribe who never tried to disguise his disliked of Alexander.
He struggled every step of the way back to camp; twisting and turning, clawing at the hand digging into his shoulder. He began to panic when he saw Kal in the distance. Kal had never struck him but he thought Kal might when he heard what Alexander had been doing.
Kal had just returned when one of the braves pulled a half dressed Alexander across the field and shoved him so hard he fell to his knees. Kal looked at the brave and demanded to know what was going on.
"Your mate was attempting to signal a ship. More of his kind come to invade us and he was trying to lead them here."
Kal turned to look; off shore he could see the ship. Using his sight he realized they were focused south away from his people. He tilted his head as he listened to the men on the ship. He heard Alexander's name. Listening to the conversation on the ship Kal determined that they had come seeking Alexander.
"Kal-El, are you listening?"
Kal turned back and looked at his lover, fear making him angry. "Alexander, why would you do this?"
"I don’t belong here."
"Do you think they would want you back if they knew how you have been living?"
"I don't know."
"I cannot let you go."
"Kal, I don't want to stay here."
"Then I will go with you."
"What?"
The brave who had found Lex yelled. He raised his knife. Once the Englishman was dead things could go back to the way they had been. As he began to strike, Kal's hand caught his. He pushed him back, reached down and grasped Alexander, pulled him to his feet, picked him up and ran. He didn't stop until they were many miles inland.
He placed Alexander on his feet and held him steady as he caught his breath. He watched with worried eyes. He began to realize that Alexander didn't return his feelings. The anguish of that filled him and he dropped to his knees and wailed out his pain toward the sky.
Alexander stood watching as the strongest man he'd ever known seemed to shrink. He finally began to understand that he wasn't just a sex slave. He reached out and slipped his fingers into the soft hair of Kal's head.
"You love me." Alexander's voice held wonder.
He hadn't felt loved since his mother's death. As if the sun broke though the clouds, he realized that he had come to care for Kal. It might not be love yet, but it was better than what he would suffer if his father ever found out about how he had been living.
Under the clear blue sky the two men made love. Alexander never looked back. As Lionel's ship sailed past the camp, his son was making a commitment that would survive until the end of his life.
• Mi'kmaq (Micmac)
o Male-bodied: Geenumu gesallagee ("he loves men," perhaps correctly spelt ji'nmue'sm gesalatl)
Please remember to leave feedback!
Rating: Adult
Work Count: 2,760
Cover: 2
Summary: Alexander Luthor finds a truth in the new world. Will he ever leave it?
Notes: Beta by ANON. Any remaining errors are my own.
A New Life in the New World
by peach1250
Alexander Luthor stood on the deck of the ship that was carrying him to the new world.
His father had decided, after catching his eldest son with one too many maids; that said son should go to the new world and begin improving their fortune with the riches to be had there.
He was so lost in his thoughts that the first raindrops hit the deck without him noticing until one landed on his nose. He jerked, looking up and saw the squall. The dark clouds moved in a distinct line toward them. The ship began to rock under him.
He turned to move back toward the quarters as the sailors began running across the heaving deck. He was almost to the hatch, when a loud cracking sound came from above him. He smelled the ozone in the air. Then pain exploded as a corner of the beam hit the back of his neck.
One of the sailors lashed himself and Luthor to the rail that was firmly attached to the cabins. That was probably what saved his life. A flying piece of the mast hit Alexander's head and he passed out. The sailor was not so lucky.
He woke, shooting pain in his head, his vision blurred. Reaching up, he found dried blood in a wound on his head. As his eyes slowly focused he made out the roof over his head. His breathing sped up as he recognized the surface above him as animal hide. He moved carefully, rising to his knees. The world tilted around him and he began to fall.
Strong arms wrapped around him easing him back onto the nest of furs. The language was unknown, but the intent was clear. He allowed the man leaning over him to sooth a foul smelling ointment over the wound.
Alexander drifted off to sleep to the sound of the deep voice and the feel of a large hand rubbing gently over his chest.
Kal-El left the beautiful man; the only thing he had claimed from the bounty washed up on the shore, and joined the others for the hunting. The village was low on meat and he was the best hunter of the tribe.
He asked one of the women to keep an eye on Alexander. He could tell from the damage that it might take some time for Alexander to heal. She smiled and nodded. Kal-El was their gift from the stars. The day he arrived had brought good fortune on the tribe, good fortune that had increased as he grew to manhood.
When Kal-El reached puberty and he realized he was ji'nmue'sm gesalatl, the tribe just added that to the list of things that set him apart from most of the men. The child that fell from the stars had blessed them every day of his life in the tribe. She would keep watch over the stranger who had claimed his heart.
When Lex woke again a woman was sitting next to him. She smiled at him and touched his bare shoulder gently. She asked a question and then held out an earthen bowl that contained water. He drank thirstily, then tried to make her understand that he wanted more.
She urged him back down and put more of the ointment on his head before leaving the tent. He had managed to get to his feet when she came back. He might not understand the language but he understood the intent of the angry words as she shook her finger at him and pointed to the bedding. He sat down quickly before she could follow through on what he was sure was a threat.
She sat next to him, fussing as she passed the bowl. The contents were warm and aromatic. He took a hesitant sip, found it to be tasty, and sipped until the bowl was empty. When it was empty, he mimed to her his need to pee. She nodded and signaled for him to wait.
She moved to the flap of the tent and called out. Another woman joined her and the two of them held on to him as he was shown the area used by the tribe. He tried to indicate that he wanted them to turn away but they just giggled and watched with obvious curiosity as he relieved himself.
He would have tried to run away right then if he could have understood their speculation as to how the stranger would stand up to the monster that was hiding under Kal-El's loincloth.
Alexander blushed as they giggled. He was sure they were making fun of him and it pissed him off. He allowed them to guide him back as he was feeling dizzy. Once he was settled again the second woman left them, the first waited until he slept to leave the tent.
The hunt had gone well. Kal-El's heightened abilities had allowed him to bring down a large buffalo and two deer. The tribe would eat well. He carried the buffalo as the deer were hauled into the camp by several of the other men.
As the women gathered around to help with the butchering he ran to the stream jumping in to clean the blood from his body. He then ran through the plains to get dried before going back to camp.
He joined in the celebration that night, leaving them a few times to check on his new acquisition. Using his special vision he could see that the damage to Alexander's head was healing. It was just a matter of time until he was well enough to take his place at Kal-El's side.
When they had found the remains of the ship, Alexander was lashed to a piece of wood. The man with him was dead, none of the other crew members ever made it to shore. Parts of the ship had, including a portion of the cargo hold. The trade goods were parceled out, going to the most in need.
When he grew tired he entered his tent, pulled the flap down tight and curled around the body nestled in the furs. He took a deep breath of the man's scent, committing it to memory. Kal-El had experienced sexual pleasure, with many partners, but none had smelled right.
Alexander smelled right. Even covered in sand and seaweed, half dead, he had smelled right. Clean, sleep warm, he smelled even better. He 'fit', his body the perfect size to meld with Kal-El's.
Alexander woke as the day was just beginning to break. He was on his side and a firm body was pressed up against him. He wiggled trying to get free but the arms tightened and he was pulled back. He froze when he realized that the body behind him was very naked and also sporting a hard on that felt enormous.
A soft kiss was pressed against his bare shoulder and a sleep rough voice spoke into his ear. The man behind him humped against him, rubbing his hard cock along the crack of Alexander's ass.
He began to panic, twisting and pulling to get away. The voice continued in his ear, low and meant to be reassuring he could tell. Then as one hand held him easily in place the other moved down his stomach to wrap around his cock.
He told himself that it was just his morning erection. He kept trying to tell himself that right up until he spilled his seed over the man's fist. As he panted, the savage lifted his leg and the hard cock slipped along the leg that was resting on the bedding. Then his other leg was pressed down, indicating that he should stay that way.
The hand covered in come was raised, the other holding him in place.
Kal-El began to thrust, his cock sliding along Alexander's crack and the head bumping into the other man's sac. He brought the hand covered in come to his mouth and licked it clean the smell and taste heightened his pleasure as he moved against Alexander.
He told the man of how he had wanted him from the moment he saw him. Told him they would make history together, swore that he would never know another now that he'd found Alexander.
It was frustrating to him that the other man didn't understand. That he feared Kal-El. But those thoughts were lost as he thrust a few more times and then sprayed his come along the crack of that firm ass and coated the ball sac. He drifted off to sleep but he didn't release Alexander.
The sun was high in the sky the next time they woke. Alexander learned that a man could give him great pleasure with his hot mouth, and that savages seemed to have no inhibitions about drinking his come.
Kal-El took his time over the next week. He taught Alexander's body the pleasures to be had with him. Alexander gasped with shock when Kal-El held him down, shot off in the small of his back and then scooped up fingers of come and rubbed it on his hole. The first couple of times he only rubbed the thick fluid against the hole but then he began to push it into the opening, with just the tip of a finger at first, but then working in a finger.
On the fifth day as a finger slid inside him a hot mouth deep throated him. Kal-El found that magic spot and Alexander screamed for the first time in his life during sex. The world grayed out. When he became aware again, Kal-El was pressing the tip of his cock against Alexander's hole.
He screamed and tried to get away but once more Kal-El spoke in that soothing tone. Only the tip entered him, not pushing against the muscle. The hot rush of fluid into his body sent a shiver down his spine.
It was the second week, after his body had become used to the fingers stroking inside, the hot mouth sucking his brain from his body, and hot come being shot into him that Kal flipped him onto his stomach and after shooting into him continued to press forward until he was buried in the man screaming curses at him.
Kal shook his head sadly as he used his weight to hold his mate still. He waited until Alexander calmed to roll them over. He allowed Alexander's legs to fall between his, then placed his legs on top, anchoring them to keep him firmly inside the tight ass.
With one arm he held Alexander. Using his fingers he teased the nipples that he had learned were quite responsive. He waited until Alexander was hard and then moved his hand down to stroke him lightly.
He wasn't going to respond. That's what he thought. He'd lie still and let the Indian finish. But once more his cock ignored his brain. It thickened and began to leak pre-come. Soft lips sucked his throat, leaving yet another mark.
When he was completely erect, Kal held just the tip. Alexander reached to grab his cock but Kal used one hand to hold both of Alexander's still. Flicking the slit at the tip, Kal waited. He smiled as Alexander began to fuck his fist, the movement causing Alexander to move up and down on Kal's cock.
For the first time the two men came together. Alexander whimpered as he shot high into the air. Kal bit down on Alexander's throat drawing blood as he shot his load inside his lover.
The days flowed, with Alexander learning the rhyme and rhythm of life within the tribe. The nights were spent in Kal's arms, learning things he knew his father would consider perverted. At times he knew that he was heard by the other members of the tribe, but they would just smile indulgently at the pair as they exited their tent in the mornings.
Kal was kind, but that was not enough. Alexander was used to being in control. He was after all the son of a rich titled man. He didn't like the subservient role. It was true that Kal gave him great pleasure. More pleasure than he had ever received with any woman.
But he knew he was little better than a slave.
Kal had begun teaching Alexander his language as he began to learn English. They had moved into what Kal thought was a happy relationship. He therefore had no worry about leaving the camp for a longer than normal hunt. They needed hides to prepare for the coming winter as well as extra meat to dry in case the year was a bad one. So he told Alexander he would be away longer than normal and kissed him goodbye.
Alexander had wandered away from the main camp. He had no real duties, unless you counted the sex slave portion of his life. Kal was the best hunter, the best healer, the best warrior. He provided well for Alexander.
As he sat on a boulder near the ocean, he saw a ship, small on the horizon. He jumped up straining his eyes to try to make out the flag. He began to frantically gather wood, in case it was English. Although if it were any country whose language he spoke he would still ask for passage.
He was bent over trying to coax a flame when a strong hand fastened on his shoulder. He looked up expecting to see Kal but instead found himself being hauled to his feet by the one brave in the tribe who never tried to disguise his disliked of Alexander.
He struggled every step of the way back to camp; twisting and turning, clawing at the hand digging into his shoulder. He began to panic when he saw Kal in the distance. Kal had never struck him but he thought Kal might when he heard what Alexander had been doing.
Kal had just returned when one of the braves pulled a half dressed Alexander across the field and shoved him so hard he fell to his knees. Kal looked at the brave and demanded to know what was going on.
"Your mate was attempting to signal a ship. More of his kind come to invade us and he was trying to lead them here."
Kal turned to look; off shore he could see the ship. Using his sight he realized they were focused south away from his people. He tilted his head as he listened to the men on the ship. He heard Alexander's name. Listening to the conversation on the ship Kal determined that they had come seeking Alexander.
"Kal-El, are you listening?"
Kal turned back and looked at his lover, fear making him angry. "Alexander, why would you do this?"
"I don’t belong here."
"Do you think they would want you back if they knew how you have been living?"
"I don't know."
"I cannot let you go."
"Kal, I don't want to stay here."
"Then I will go with you."
"What?"
The brave who had found Lex yelled. He raised his knife. Once the Englishman was dead things could go back to the way they had been. As he began to strike, Kal's hand caught his. He pushed him back, reached down and grasped Alexander, pulled him to his feet, picked him up and ran. He didn't stop until they were many miles inland.
He placed Alexander on his feet and held him steady as he caught his breath. He watched with worried eyes. He began to realize that Alexander didn't return his feelings. The anguish of that filled him and he dropped to his knees and wailed out his pain toward the sky.
Alexander stood watching as the strongest man he'd ever known seemed to shrink. He finally began to understand that he wasn't just a sex slave. He reached out and slipped his fingers into the soft hair of Kal's head.
"You love me." Alexander's voice held wonder.
He hadn't felt loved since his mother's death. As if the sun broke though the clouds, he realized that he had come to care for Kal. It might not be love yet, but it was better than what he would suffer if his father ever found out about how he had been living.
Under the clear blue sky the two men made love. Alexander never looked back. As Lionel's ship sailed past the camp, his son was making a commitment that would survive until the end of his life.
• Mi'kmaq (Micmac)
o Male-bodied: Geenumu gesallagee ("he loves men," perhaps correctly spelt ji'nmue'sm gesalatl)
Please remember to leave feedback!