Off the Path
Title: Off the Path
Author: jaune_chat
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Peter, implied Peter/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,656
Spoilers: none
Warnings: non-con/dub-con, bondage, public and semi-public sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for kethni and boudecia7’s 2001 Birthday Matt-a-thon.
Summary: In a medieval time, the villages know better than to stray off the path, lest the nobles have their wicked way with them. Lord Matthew is very lucky in that he finds one foolish villager already off the path and waiting for him…
Lord Matthew chuckled when he saw the long-haired youth tied to a tree just off the path. The peasants should know better by now. The lords of this land kept the woods free from bandits and dangerous beasts, so that even a child could traipse along the path from one end to the other in complete safety. Assuming they never left the path, of course. Once off the path, they were legal prey to the only predators left in the forest: the lords themselves. That was clearly understood by all. Yet this young man had strayed.
Lord Matthew stepped closer to see who had been caught, brushing the slim young man’s long bangs from his face. Though his fine-boned face was not familiar to him, he smelled of fine oils, and there was something about his eyes… Lord Matthew’s eyes widened; Lord Nathan had eyes just like that! He chuckled. This must be one of Lord Arthur’s bastards. It would be just like the Petrelli line to lust after their own blood, even if they didn’t know it. Those fine oils were one of Lord Nathan’s favorites. That family was a tangled bag of snakes. Lord Matthew shook his head at the folly of his fellow lord.
The young man blinked and finally seemed to come around. He stiffened when he saw Lord Matthew, and winced slightly in discomfort, though whether at the bindings or something else, Matthew couldn’t tell.
“Well, well. Left the path, did we?” Lord Matthew said.
The young man ducked his head. “I was foolish, my lord.”
“Your name, peasant?”
“Peter.”
“Peter,” Matthew savored the name as he savored the fine lines of the young man’s face, the graceful strength of his body, the unusual cleanliness of his skin. “What is it you do, Peter?”
“I am a ferryman, m’lord,” Peter said, eyes downcast.
Ah, that explained his cleanliness. He swam the river several times a day. “Well, what in the world enticed you to leave the path?”
Peter blushed furiously. “Lord Nathan was hunting, and promised me a golden reward if I were to carry his kills for him. He said he wished to fill my game bag.”
I bet he did, Matthew thought with amusement. Lord Nathan was as subtle as bull in breeding season. “You do know that Lord Nathan is a liar.”
Peter just blushed again.
“I take it your game bag was well-filled?”
“Somewhat, my lord.”
Matthew’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh Peter, I think you know what happens next, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just took his dagger and cut Peter free. The young man tried to squirm away as soon as he could, but Matthew held onto his waist tightly, enjoying the play of muscle under Peter’s tunic. Matthew’s hose was uncomfortably binding, and he worked his member free gratefully. A few tugs had Peter’s smooth buttocks free to the dappled sunlight. His skin still glistened with the oils Lord Nathan had used on him. Smiling, Matthew worked himself into Peter’s slick, tight heat, drawing an arousing moan out of the lad.
Clutching Peter’s firm body, Matthew thrust greedily, making Peter cry out spontaneously with urgent, needy cries. Enthused, Matthew increased his pace, and found Peter bouncing in his grasp, deepening his thrusts until Matthew came in a burst of delirious pleasure. Gasping slightly, Matthew pulled away, realizing Peter’s own member was hard. Matthew smiled thoughtfully; it was so hard to find a responsive bit of prey.
Peter collapsed to the ground as Matthew let him go to hitch up his hose, and hastily covered himself. Obviously he meant to crawl away while Matthew was occupied, but a far better idea occurred to Lord Matthew before Peter could get very far. With little effort, Matthew tugged Peter back to his feet and bound his hands, admiring the bulge in Peter’s trousers as he did.
“My lord!” Peter protested. “I did not mean to stray from the path! Please, you’ve had your way with me! I must return to aid my niece!”
Lord Matthew considered this for a moment, amused at how Peter thought he was in some kind of position to bargain. “I believe not. I rather like you, Peter. And what I like, I keep. Come along.” He tugged on the rope, and Peter had to trot along behind him, or fall. “If you please me well enough, I will see your niece is kept in comfort for all her days.”
Peter was sullenly silent behind him, and Matthew turned around to add another comment. “I do believe I more than filled your game bag, don’t you agree?”
Peter swallowed thickly. “Nearly topped off, my lord. It was bulging full.”
Lord Matthew turned back to the forest, challenge written on his face, going to where he’d tethered his horse. “I think we shall see if we can find a few more things to stuff it with. Now, home!”
Peter stumbled along behind the horse as well he could as Lord Matthew swung astride his mount and road through the sunny forest.
-----
Peter gratefully halted as Lord Matthew came to The King’s Arms tavern, hoping for a reprieve as the noble stopped for a drink, only to find himself being manhandled to the public stocks out front.
“Please, my lord Matthew, I’ve done as you said!” Peter protested as Matthew locked him in securely.
“I know.” Lord Matthew sounded richly pleased as he caressed Peter’s ass lingeringly. “I shan’t be long.” Peter twitched involuntarily, his sensitive skin pushing back against Lord Matthew’s hand, and cursed himself for desiring this attention. His cock was still heavy and swollen, and he’d no opportunity to bring himself to completion whilst trotting behind the noble’s horse.
Peter hung his head in the wooden vice as Lord Matthew retired to the cool shade of the tavern to drink, attempting to enjoy the brief respite as well as he could. But all too short a time later, Lord Matthew returned, and pressed a mug of something to Peter’s lips. Thirsty, Peter drank, only realizing the potency of the sweet drink on the second swallow. But the mug was pressed firmly; he had to either drink or drown. So Peter drank deeply, and felt his head begin to buzz when Lord Matthew finally took the mug away. Dimly, Peter realized his buttocks were exposed again, and Lord Matthew’s fingers deep atwixt them, making him moan with the feeling of fullness. They thrust deep, and Peter felt the beginnings of a storm of delirium, when Lord Matthew stopped.
Groaning in disappointment and embarrassment, realizing the other patrons of the tavern had been enjoying the show, Peter’s cock twitched in fitful need. Lord Matthew paid him and the others no heed as he unlocked Peter, tied his hands again, and slung him across his horse. But a smattering of applause followed them down the path.
-----
Peter moaned wantonly as Lord Matthew’s horse crested the final hill before his manor, hoping his torment was at an end. He thought he would burst in frustration if the noble had to make another stop.
After the tavern, Lord Matthew had visited an apothecary (forcing Peter to suck on his thick fingers, still covered with Peter’s own taste, while he knelt at Lord Matthew’s side under the table, hands tied to the chair), a tailor (Peter acting as a mannequin while Lord Matthew undressed him to argue with the tailor about the impracticality of some manner of buttons or lacings, his hands caressing every inch of Peter’s body), a scribe (Peter acting as a kind of perverted canvass for a rough draft of a proclamation, the scribe taking down Lord Matthew’s words onto paper as he teased them onto Peter’s skin with maddeningly light touches while he was bound to the tall candelabras), and a jeweler (secured in golden manacles, Peter squirmed under Lord Matthew’s skillful stroking of his member so the gems he was trying on could be tested for their sparkle in the movements of something like a dance).
Now, with the manor in sight, Peter hoped he was nearly finished.
“Ah, a fine day’s work accomplished, don’t you think?” Lord Matthew asked, looking down at Peter, sprawled across his saddle.
Peter merely blinked at him and shifted his hips and bound hands in a hopeful reminder that he might be let go.
“I see, I think I have one last task to accomplish, don’t you think? I think I must still stuff your game bag completely full. You deserve to return to your family with an overflowing game bag.” Lord Matthew’s smile turned as predatory as Lord Nathan’s, and he hauled Peter upright. Sliding them both off the horse, Lord Matthew bent Peter over and, with no further tormenting, filled him. Peter shouted as the thickness invaded him over and over again, Lord Matthew’s grip on his hips shoving him to and fro, deep and hard with every stroke. With a high, thin scream, Peter tumbled over the edge, and felt Lord Matthew release his slick heat into the core of him.
Utterly fulfilled, Peter slumped in Lord Matthew’s grip, and finally tumbled to the soft grass at the side of the road as the noble cut his bonds.
“A most rewarding day for both of us, don’t you agree?” Lord Matthew said, remounting his horse. He tossed a purse at Peter’s feet, one that bulged and clinked enticingly of many coins. Smiling broadly at Peter, Lord Matthew touched his fingers to his cap. “Do be careful about the path, Peter.” With a wink, he clucked to his horse and began to ride away. “I ride through the forest every Saturday!” he called over his shoulder.
Peter tugged his trousers up and picked up the bag of coins as the noble road towards his manor, feeling uncommonly satisfied and utterly used.
He would have to plan for next Saturday very carefully.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Peter, implied Peter/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,656
Spoilers: none
Warnings: non-con/dub-con, bondage, public and semi-public sex
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
A/N: Written for kethni and boudecia7’s 2001 Birthday Matt-a-thon.
Summary: In a medieval time, the villages know better than to stray off the path, lest the nobles have their wicked way with them. Lord Matthew is very lucky in that he finds one foolish villager already off the path and waiting for him…
Lord Matthew chuckled when he saw the long-haired youth tied to a tree just off the path. The peasants should know better by now. The lords of this land kept the woods free from bandits and dangerous beasts, so that even a child could traipse along the path from one end to the other in complete safety. Assuming they never left the path, of course. Once off the path, they were legal prey to the only predators left in the forest: the lords themselves. That was clearly understood by all. Yet this young man had strayed.
Lord Matthew stepped closer to see who had been caught, brushing the slim young man’s long bangs from his face. Though his fine-boned face was not familiar to him, he smelled of fine oils, and there was something about his eyes… Lord Matthew’s eyes widened; Lord Nathan had eyes just like that! He chuckled. This must be one of Lord Arthur’s bastards. It would be just like the Petrelli line to lust after their own blood, even if they didn’t know it. Those fine oils were one of Lord Nathan’s favorites. That family was a tangled bag of snakes. Lord Matthew shook his head at the folly of his fellow lord.
The young man blinked and finally seemed to come around. He stiffened when he saw Lord Matthew, and winced slightly in discomfort, though whether at the bindings or something else, Matthew couldn’t tell.
“Well, well. Left the path, did we?” Lord Matthew said.
The young man ducked his head. “I was foolish, my lord.”
“Your name, peasant?”
“Peter.”
“Peter,” Matthew savored the name as he savored the fine lines of the young man’s face, the graceful strength of his body, the unusual cleanliness of his skin. “What is it you do, Peter?”
“I am a ferryman, m’lord,” Peter said, eyes downcast.
Ah, that explained his cleanliness. He swam the river several times a day. “Well, what in the world enticed you to leave the path?”
Peter blushed furiously. “Lord Nathan was hunting, and promised me a golden reward if I were to carry his kills for him. He said he wished to fill my game bag.”
I bet he did, Matthew thought with amusement. Lord Nathan was as subtle as bull in breeding season. “You do know that Lord Nathan is a liar.”
Peter just blushed again.
“I take it your game bag was well-filled?”
“Somewhat, my lord.”
Matthew’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh Peter, I think you know what happens next, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just took his dagger and cut Peter free. The young man tried to squirm away as soon as he could, but Matthew held onto his waist tightly, enjoying the play of muscle under Peter’s tunic. Matthew’s hose was uncomfortably binding, and he worked his member free gratefully. A few tugs had Peter’s smooth buttocks free to the dappled sunlight. His skin still glistened with the oils Lord Nathan had used on him. Smiling, Matthew worked himself into Peter’s slick, tight heat, drawing an arousing moan out of the lad.
Clutching Peter’s firm body, Matthew thrust greedily, making Peter cry out spontaneously with urgent, needy cries. Enthused, Matthew increased his pace, and found Peter bouncing in his grasp, deepening his thrusts until Matthew came in a burst of delirious pleasure. Gasping slightly, Matthew pulled away, realizing Peter’s own member was hard. Matthew smiled thoughtfully; it was so hard to find a responsive bit of prey.
Peter collapsed to the ground as Matthew let him go to hitch up his hose, and hastily covered himself. Obviously he meant to crawl away while Matthew was occupied, but a far better idea occurred to Lord Matthew before Peter could get very far. With little effort, Matthew tugged Peter back to his feet and bound his hands, admiring the bulge in Peter’s trousers as he did.
“My lord!” Peter protested. “I did not mean to stray from the path! Please, you’ve had your way with me! I must return to aid my niece!”
Lord Matthew considered this for a moment, amused at how Peter thought he was in some kind of position to bargain. “I believe not. I rather like you, Peter. And what I like, I keep. Come along.” He tugged on the rope, and Peter had to trot along behind him, or fall. “If you please me well enough, I will see your niece is kept in comfort for all her days.”
Peter was sullenly silent behind him, and Matthew turned around to add another comment. “I do believe I more than filled your game bag, don’t you agree?”
Peter swallowed thickly. “Nearly topped off, my lord. It was bulging full.”
Lord Matthew turned back to the forest, challenge written on his face, going to where he’d tethered his horse. “I think we shall see if we can find a few more things to stuff it with. Now, home!”
Peter stumbled along behind the horse as well he could as Lord Matthew swung astride his mount and road through the sunny forest.
-----
Peter gratefully halted as Lord Matthew came to The King’s Arms tavern, hoping for a reprieve as the noble stopped for a drink, only to find himself being manhandled to the public stocks out front.
“Please, my lord Matthew, I’ve done as you said!” Peter protested as Matthew locked him in securely.
“I know.” Lord Matthew sounded richly pleased as he caressed Peter’s ass lingeringly. “I shan’t be long.” Peter twitched involuntarily, his sensitive skin pushing back against Lord Matthew’s hand, and cursed himself for desiring this attention. His cock was still heavy and swollen, and he’d no opportunity to bring himself to completion whilst trotting behind the noble’s horse.
Peter hung his head in the wooden vice as Lord Matthew retired to the cool shade of the tavern to drink, attempting to enjoy the brief respite as well as he could. But all too short a time later, Lord Matthew returned, and pressed a mug of something to Peter’s lips. Thirsty, Peter drank, only realizing the potency of the sweet drink on the second swallow. But the mug was pressed firmly; he had to either drink or drown. So Peter drank deeply, and felt his head begin to buzz when Lord Matthew finally took the mug away. Dimly, Peter realized his buttocks were exposed again, and Lord Matthew’s fingers deep atwixt them, making him moan with the feeling of fullness. They thrust deep, and Peter felt the beginnings of a storm of delirium, when Lord Matthew stopped.
Groaning in disappointment and embarrassment, realizing the other patrons of the tavern had been enjoying the show, Peter’s cock twitched in fitful need. Lord Matthew paid him and the others no heed as he unlocked Peter, tied his hands again, and slung him across his horse. But a smattering of applause followed them down the path.
-----
Peter moaned wantonly as Lord Matthew’s horse crested the final hill before his manor, hoping his torment was at an end. He thought he would burst in frustration if the noble had to make another stop.
After the tavern, Lord Matthew had visited an apothecary (forcing Peter to suck on his thick fingers, still covered with Peter’s own taste, while he knelt at Lord Matthew’s side under the table, hands tied to the chair), a tailor (Peter acting as a mannequin while Lord Matthew undressed him to argue with the tailor about the impracticality of some manner of buttons or lacings, his hands caressing every inch of Peter’s body), a scribe (Peter acting as a kind of perverted canvass for a rough draft of a proclamation, the scribe taking down Lord Matthew’s words onto paper as he teased them onto Peter’s skin with maddeningly light touches while he was bound to the tall candelabras), and a jeweler (secured in golden manacles, Peter squirmed under Lord Matthew’s skillful stroking of his member so the gems he was trying on could be tested for their sparkle in the movements of something like a dance).
Now, with the manor in sight, Peter hoped he was nearly finished.
“Ah, a fine day’s work accomplished, don’t you think?” Lord Matthew asked, looking down at Peter, sprawled across his saddle.
Peter merely blinked at him and shifted his hips and bound hands in a hopeful reminder that he might be let go.
“I see, I think I have one last task to accomplish, don’t you think? I think I must still stuff your game bag completely full. You deserve to return to your family with an overflowing game bag.” Lord Matthew’s smile turned as predatory as Lord Nathan’s, and he hauled Peter upright. Sliding them both off the horse, Lord Matthew bent Peter over and, with no further tormenting, filled him. Peter shouted as the thickness invaded him over and over again, Lord Matthew’s grip on his hips shoving him to and fro, deep and hard with every stroke. With a high, thin scream, Peter tumbled over the edge, and felt Lord Matthew release his slick heat into the core of him.
Utterly fulfilled, Peter slumped in Lord Matthew’s grip, and finally tumbled to the soft grass at the side of the road as the noble cut his bonds.
“A most rewarding day for both of us, don’t you agree?” Lord Matthew said, remounting his horse. He tossed a purse at Peter’s feet, one that bulged and clinked enticingly of many coins. Smiling broadly at Peter, Lord Matthew touched his fingers to his cap. “Do be careful about the path, Peter.” With a wink, he clucked to his horse and began to ride away. “I ride through the forest every Saturday!” he called over his shoulder.
Peter tugged his trousers up and picked up the bag of coins as the noble road towards his manor, feeling uncommonly satisfied and utterly used.
He would have to plan for next Saturday very carefully.