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GUYS &TROLLS 2:

THE LOVE TROLL By

Barry Lowe

The Love Troll promises something for everyone!

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“ ou’re what?” Gus exclaimed. “You can’t be serious? That is just bullshit.” Unfortunately, Robert, Gus’s ex-boyfriend took that moment to walk past the table at which Einarr and Gus were having breakfast and a rather heated exchange. “Things not so rosy in the Garden of Eden this morning?” Rob said snidely. “Fuck off!” Gus and Einarr chorused in unison. All heads in the room turned in their direction. Einarr was, after all, the envy of most people on board as well as the object of lust. There were more than a few people, apart from Rob and his ghastly cabin mate, Chuck, planning on separating the two lovers.

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“I just said I can’t come swimming with you this morning, that’s all,” Einarr said. “No, that’s not the bit I’m referring to.” Gus was keen to flee back to his cabin and slam his face into the pillow and release his tears. Why was it men always let him down? Here he’d planned to show off his new boyfriend, parading him around the pool, holding his hand, and Einarr had turned the idea down. “I don’t like water. It bloats me.” “No, not that bit.” Einarr knew people were leaning in to eavesdrop. “I need to work out in the gym.” “Not that bit either.” Einarr sighed. He should not have brought the subject up over breakfast when he was still half asleep. Eight hours was nowhere near enough for a full-grown troll who was used to a nap that could take a hundred years. He sighed again and repeated what he’d said earlier. “I’m a troll.” “No way, dear boy,” Stewart said pulling up a chair, then adding, for good manners dictated he should, “May we?”

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“Mais oui,” Gus said, attempting a humour he certainly didn’t feel. “The whole ship is watching you,” Paul said as he squeezed in alongside the fighting couple. “What’s this about a troll?” “Are there any more at home like you?” Stewart asked snickering. “If you’re a troll, honey, then everyone else on the ship must be as ugly as a hat full of assholes.” Stewart was in fine form this morning after the triumph of the previous night’s entertainment. That show would be repeated again tonight but knowing the fickle nature of audiences, and gay men in particular, they would be looking for something even better by day three. He’d worried himself to sleep attempting to come up with something he thought might work given the lumbering way the big beautiful oaf moved. Einarr suddenly realised that troll meant something entirely different to these people. They believed trolls were mythological creatures and because of their fearsome appearance troll had come to mean someone who was butt ugly. He could see a way out of his dilemma which he’d

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brought on himself by trying to convince Gus he was a real-life bona fide manifestation of something he refused to believe existed. He sighed dramatically. “All I meant, Gus,” he explained patiently without sounding too patronising, “is that Icelanders don’t see much sun, nowhere near as much as Americans or southern Europeans so we get sunburn and skin cancers real easy. The sun can kill us if we get too much. So, as a joke, we’ve taken to calling one another trolls, because of our fear of sunlight.” “A bit like vampires,” Paul added helpfully. “Well, vampires burn up in the sun, we...trolls petrify.” Gus looked sheepish. “Sorry. I thought you were trying to get rid of me by pretending to be a monster.” Einarr flinched at the word but knew it was merely ignorance on Gus’s part and he meant no harm. “I would never get rid of you, Gus. I like you.” Stewart glared at him. “A lot.” Gus’s face lit up like a fireworks display, breaking Einarr’s heart that he would have to

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leave this beautiful man behind once the boat docked in his home country. They had no possibility of a long-term relationship. Trolls were solitary creatures, grabbing a bit of sexual relief wherever they could to overcome the boredom of their long, lonely existence. And Einarr intended storing up as much experience as he could in the few days or weeks he had available to him to feed his fantasies for a thousand years or more. He attempted to broach the subject. “But, you know I will have to go home to Iceland when the ship docks, don’t you?” From the distress on Gus’s face, he obviously had not given it any thought. “That’s one way to kill a mood,” Paul snorted. “Best to be upfront right from the start,” Einarr said. Gus had a brainwave. “I can come and live with you.” “You wouldn’t like it. I live in pretty basic circumstances. Primitive even.” That was the understatement of the century. He actually lived inside a volcano. Hot as hell or cold as buggery, although he’d been looking at

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this new-fangled invention he’d discovered on the ship and intended having it installed in his habitat as soon as he returned. They called it air conditioning. He hoped his insurance would also stretch to a plasma monitor and a DVD player or a set-top box. That would sure help pass the time over those sleepless centuries. “I’m a first-rate interior decorator. I can make a home out of anything,” Gus tried valiantly. “And we could help...” Paul stopped when he felt Stewart place a warning hand on his arm. It would not do to become involved. If Einarr was attempting to distance himself from Gus at this early stage, he must have had good reason. “If it’s the sun you’re afraid of, come along to the infirmary,” Stewart suggested. “I’m sure the doc will have just the thing for you.” “With your colouring, Gus, it might be an idea if you came along as well.” Gus did, but only reluctantly. He knew he’d look a real goose with zinc cream plastered all over his nose and his lips making him appear like those awful racist minstrel entertainers or else English cricketers who were afraid of a little heat. His fears

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were somewhat assuaged when Einarr refused to set foot outside the cabin before he was swathed head to toe in thick SPF70+ gunk as well as wearing a hat. On him, the sunscreen looked sexy. Hell, Einarr looked sexy in anything, especially the tight Speedos that did little to contain his semi-hard cock. The quartet were wolf whistled and ogled as they walked to the relaxation area around the pool. It made Gus proud to be seen beside the magnificent man, even more so when people vacated four pool loungers to allow the party pride of place. It did also allow passengers to annoy them with requests for autographs and, in Einarr’s case at least, requests for sexual trysts or private strip shows. A number of men pleaded that Einarr autograph their cocks which, of course, had to be hard to take the felt-tipped pen. Those who weren’t already tumescent expected Einarr to get them up with his mouth. Gus fumed silently because Einarr was all too obviously happy as a pig in shit to indulge his fans. Stewart and Paul attempted vainly to get Einarr to temper his enthusiasm for physical contact, realising how upset it was

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making Gus, but the Viking remained blithely unaware. At least until Rob and Chuck breezed up, bold as brass, to take their turn. Having watched previous encounters they felt emboldened enough to approach the living god. Chuck pulled down the back of his swimming togs, getting Einarr to sign a succulent butt cheek causing a stir in Einarr’s loins as his ran his hand over the smooth tight skin. Maybe he’d rejected Chuck on little more than Gus’s dislike of the man. When Gus turned away in disgust, Einarr took the opportunity to press his thumb against Chuck’s moist hole. Hmmm, definite possibilities there, Einarr hummed to himself. Chuck purred, rewarded with a smouldering wink from his hero. Rob was even more brazen and flipped out his cock demanding Einarr get it hard and sign it. Up until that moment, Einarr had never appreciated what Gus had seen in his former boyfriend, but with it dangling deliciously close to his lips he automatically leaned over and sucked it. It wasn’t so much a sexual action on

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Einarr’s part but a swift thank you in the only way Einarr knew how. That didn’t prevent Rob from a total misinterpretation of Einarr’s interest and his face lit up with a superiority that was the last straw for Gus. Gus stood, struggling to keep the anger from his voice, “I think I’ve had enough sun for today. I’m going back to the cabin. You coming, love?” It was a desperate ploy. Stewart and Paul flinched at the implication, hardly failing to notice the smirk on Rob’s face. Einarr, reluctant to disengage his mouth job, waved Gus away, happily bringing Gus’s triumphant former boyfriend to full thickness before signing his oozing prick. Gus stormed off with Paul in hot pursuit. Rob slowly stroked his cock, admiring Einarr’s handiwork. “Don’t forget our cabin door is always open to you any time, day or especially night. Just knock.” He tucked his dick away, still tingling from the tongue action that Einarr had given him. It was going to be such a pleasure taking the big Viking away from his scrawny ex-fuck. “Go after him, Einarr. Make it up to him,” Stewart said once they were alone.

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“Robert you mean?” “No, shit for brains, Gus. He’s really upset.” “Why?” Stewart wanted to slap Einarr around the head. “You just sucked off his evil ex-boyfriend in front of him.” Einarr was indignant. “I didn’t suck him off.” “Maybe, but you had his cock in your mouth. How do you think that makes Gus feel?” “I didn’t mean anything by it.” Stewart would have laughed at Einarr’s clumsy social skills except it hurt him to watch Gus so despondent. “On top of which you’d as good as told him he was just a fuck for the duration of the voyage.” “Yeah, well, much as I like him, I don’t want him to get his hopes up. I can’t promise him anything after the ship docks back home. He knows nothing about the way I live.” “That’s the point, he doesn’t care. You could live in a cave for all he cares.” “Really?” Einarr got his hopes up for a moment until he realised it was just a figure of speech. “You’re not far wrong about my accommodation.”

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Einarr walked back toward the cabin, wondering why this new world was so complicated. He wished he could make Gus understand he was like a troll in a toy shop. He’d gone to sleep in an age when man-on-man sex was an offence that could lead to execution to wake in an era in which boat cruises catered to the very same sorts of people. It made his head spin. Plus he’d gone from being the ugliest troll in the mountains to a figure that others lusted after. Sure, Gus would always come first but he wanted to experience everything he could. He didn’t understand love. He knew it made people do reckless things. People died for love, while others used it for revenge and humiliation. Yeah, perhaps he had gone too far by being friendly to Chuck and Rob knowing how much Gus hated them. But Einarr didn’t hate them. He quite liked the taste of Rob’s cock in his mouth and the way Chuck’s asshole squeezed round his thumb. But, if it made Gus happy, he would keep those feelings secret and never act on them. If they were Gus’s enemies then they would be Einarr’s as well, even though he didn’t really understand why.

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Before he even got to the cabin door, he could hear Gus cursing and crying and the sound of Paul attempting to calm him. Einarr sighed. It was going to require a mammoth effort on his part to calm the waters. He popped his head around the door and almost had it taken off as Gus threw his shoes out narrowly missing him. “What do you want?” Gus snarled. “Can we talk?” “I don’t think we have anything to say to each other.” “Why don’t you let him speak, Gus?” Paul was playing peace maker. “Because anything he has to say to me will be of no importance.” Paul left the battleground to Einarr, signifying his retreat with a shake of his head as he left the cabin. His appearance just seemed to heighten Gus’s feisty mood and he grabbed anything of Einarr’s and chucked it into the hallway. The Viking retreated under the onslaught of clothing and verbal abuse. He thought if he could just put his arms around

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Gus and comfort him, all would be well again but he found the door slammed in his face and locked before he could get inside. He begged to be allowed in but a distraught voice told him to ‘go away.’ Picking up his clothes, he lugged them toward the theatre where he was to perform that night although his heart would not be in it if his little redhead was not there to watch him. He was miserable without really knowing why he was miserable. He would seek out Paul and Stewart and get them to explain it to him. However, before he could dump his costumes and go looking for them he ran smack bang into a lively group of drunken revellers who blocked his path. “Hey, it’s the Viking Stripper,” one of the party slurred. “He signed my cock at the pool.” The grateful recipient pulled down his shorts to proudly display the shrivelled signature. “Why don’t you come and join us?” The most coherent of the bunch invited, putting his arm around Einarr’s shoulder. It felt warm and friendly and he was in need of cheering up. “Maybe for a little while. But I can’t

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stay long, I have a show to do later and I have to rehearse.” “Haven’t we got tickets to that tonight, Brian?” The man who was awfully up close and personal asked one of the party. “Yeah, we liked it so much last night we booked it again. Fuckin’ hot body, man.” “I’m Kevin,” the nice man said, squeezing Einarr’s shoulder. “That’s Brian. Ed. Joe. And that there is Alex.” Einarr smiled, noting they were all above average in the looks department and obviously worked on their bodies so they were not only buff but warm and caramel coloured. He wished he could get a tan like that. “Come and have a bevy with us,” Kevin said, guiding Einarr along the corridor. “Maybe just one. I really gotta rehearse.” Einarr liked how friendly everyone was on the ship. If only they could accept him for who he was, he might manage to make a few friends. Not that he expected anyone would drop into his cave for a chat or a cup of tea, but...well, he couldn’t think what the ‘but’ signified.

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“Let me just deliver the costumes and I’ll be right back. What’s your room number?” “Here, Brian,” Kevin took the costumes from Einarr. “Take these to the theatre up top, then come back and join us. We’ll get a little head start on you. Okay?” Brian didn’t look too pleased and grumbled loudly as he headed off. Kevin turned his full attention to the flattered stripper. “Now, Einarr, let’s get you in the mood for tonight. What do you say to that?” Einarr was all for it, especially if it got the bitter taste of Gus’s rejection out of his system. The group was in fine form, singing loudly as they made their way to Kevin’s luxuriously appointed two-bedroom cabin with a separate sitting room, an extravagance the likes of which made Einarr’s pokey little berth look positively Spartan. He whistled his appreciation. “Make yourself comfortable,” Kevin insisted. Einarr perched on the velvet sofa, Alex and Ed sitting on either side, hemming him in. They began to rub their hands over his body until he felt decidedly uncomfortable.

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Kevin came to his rescue. “Come on guys, leave poor Einarr alone. He’s probably sick of being pawed.” Ed looked enviously at the muscle giant. “If I looked like that, I would be naked all day and night fucking my brains out.” “You do that already,” Kevin smirked. Ed was envious. “I bet Einarr gets loads of fucks with the hottest men.” “Why don’t you ask him?” Kevin suggested. “Well, do you?” “Where I come from, I’m considered ugly. A real troll.” Einarr chuckled to himself. “Wow. If you’re ugly buy me a one-way ticket to wherever you come from,” Alex sighed. Kevin handed Einarr a drink. “Here we go. Don’t be shy.” Einarr sipped his drink. It both burned his throat and warmed his tummy at the same time. “Don’t sip it, slug it down. It’ll take your mind off your troubles,” Kevin encouraged. Is it that obvious, Einarr thought. Well, why not? He belted down the drink and thought his head would explode. His eyes watered, he gasped

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for breath, and his stomach did cartwheels. He shook his head. “Whoa. That has some kick.” But even as he said it, his body relaxed, his worries beginning to fade. He’d make his peace with Gus after the show tonight and everything would be all right again. He’d apologise and Gus would forgive him. He was feeling good as Kevin handed him another drink, clinking glasses. “You got a boyfriend?” Joe asked. “Are you offering, Joe?” Kevin called out from the bar. They all laughed although Einarr didn’t see anything funny. He wondered whether he did have a boyfriend, it was a concept alien to trolls. “Yeah,” he replied, hoping it were the truth. “You a top or a bottom?” Ed enquired. “I’d say I’m a top,” Einarr said, proud that he knew what the terms meant. “Oh, sweet lord, that will make it so much better,” Kevin moaned. Einarr was puzzled. “Make what better?” “Just something we have planned for later,” Kevin said, holding out his palm laden with pills.

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Einarr was curious. “What are they?” “Breath fresheners,” he said. “You don’t want to go on stage with your breath smelling like a used jockstrap. “What are the different colours for?” “Just different flavours,” Joe said, taking a blue one and swallowing eagerly. “Mmmm, mint.” The others all took the blue tablets leaving Einarr with the purple tablet that had an ‘e’ stamped in its centre. “Why is it purple?” “That’s grape flavoured,” Kevin explained. “The ‘e’ stands for extra strong. It’s meant for big guys like you.” The others nodded their heads in agreement. “How about a movie to get the mood going?” Alex suggested. “You choose,” Kevin told him and Alex headed to a pile of discs in paper covers that were scattered around the base of the flat screen TV. Alex fiddled with the machine and a remote control as Brian returned. “I’d better catch up. I’m coming down,” he groaned. “I need a little blue wonder pill.” Kevin

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served him and Brian swallowed eagerly. “Have I missed anything?” “Only that he has a boyfriend and he’s a top,” Joe called across the room. “Not tonight, boyo,” Brian snorted. Einarr was about to ask what he meant by that but it was getting awfully warm and stuffy in the cabin. “You guys mind if I take my T-shirt off? I’m feeling flushed.” “Yeah, it is a bit warm,” Ed agreed, shucking his own shirt. They all mumbled agreement and soon they were bare-chested. Einarr liked what he saw. Brian had metal bars through his nipples. It fascinated him. “Did that hurt?” he asked. “Nah, not really.” “Can I touch?” “Sure.” He turned and winked to Kevin. “As long as I can touch yours.” Einarr shrugged. “Sure.” He ran his fingers across Brian’s hard chest until he came to the metal piercings. He didn’t

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know what got into him but he flicked them with his finger. Brian groaned. In retaliation, Brian reached out and kneaded Einarr’s pecs, before squeezing his nipples between thumb and forefinger. It didn’t hurt as he had expected. Instead, it shot a current of excitement straight to his groin. No one had ever really played with his chest before. Blood rushed to his cock and he tried to cover his growing erection with his hand. “You’re among friends here,” Joe said when he spied the blond giant’s excitement. “You like that?” Brian smiled, squeezing his chest harder. “Mmmm,” was all Einarr could manage. Ed took over. “Well, this should send you to the moon.” He chewed each of the hardening brown buds in turn, nipping them with his front teeth until Einarr gasped with pleasure. He’d never felt anything quite like it. He leaned back on the sofa as the room echoed with groans and moans of pleasure. He was sure he wasn’t that loud. Alex had finally made his choice and the large screen sprang to life. In the film the actors were

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all naked, all in a state of arousal and all very much in the middle of a gangbang. The setting a grotty warehouse where a young blond twink, suspended in a sling, was taking on about ten muscle studs. Einarr’s mouth fell open. He’d only ever considered sex with one man at a time but here was a group of men taking pleasure together. A lone spark somewhere in his drug-fucked brain suddenly got suspicious but fizzled out before it could issue a warning. “Wow, look at that.” Einarr said, staring at the action of the screen. “You like?” Brian asked. Einarr had a practical streak. “That guy will be so sore in the morning.” “Yeah, but do you like it?” Alex asked. “He sure does,” Ed said triumphantly, as he rubbed his hand across the front of Einarr’s shorts. Einarr wanted to remove the hand but it felt so good and he felt so horny. Anyway, what did it matter? He shifted to make himself more comfortable, Ed taking the opportunity to slip his hand under the waistband of Einarr’s shorts. He

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closed his eyes as his head lolled back against the sofa. Ed wrapped his hand around Einarr’s prick, stroking it slowly, as he attempted to remove his shorts. The stripper shifted, raising his ass so they would slide off easily. Hands ran up his legs and fondled his balls, as still others continued to tweak his tits. A tongue invaded his mouth and Einarr allowed him entry. His eyes flew open when he felt a wet mouth around his cock, a tongue licking the head and under the glans. The rest of the guys were naked now as well, stroking themselves while they watched their mates working over Einarr. He loved being the centre of attention; he just wished Gus was here with him. Gus would know how he should behave, because his body was refusing to do anything his brain instructed. He felt like he was without bones, flopping about on the sofa while his admirers shifted him any which way they fancied. Alex was sucking his cock expertly, better than Gus. Einarr felt guilty thinking like that. If he didn’t stop soon, Einarr would blow a load down his throat. The way he felt he didn’t care. He loved

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the world, wanted to share his affection with everyone in the room. He tried to lift Alex off his cock because he intended to fuck Ed’s cute little ass. He’d noticed it earlier and thought that if he couldn’t have Gus right now then he’d settle for Ed. But his new friends seemed to have other ideas and suddenly they had his legs lifted in the air, and his butt cheeks parted like the Red Sea. He struggled feebly until a tongue invaded his asshole, lips sucking on his sphincter following the wet flicking sensation. He attempted to bat the intruder away but he had no strength, his body surrendering to the pleasurable anal assault. “I only let my boyfriend fuck me,” he moaned. “It looks as if you’re gonna have to make a few exceptions tonight, big fella,” Kevin laughed. “No way are we gonna let that granite muscled ass of yours go free before we’ve all had a chance to plug it at least once each.” Einarr struggled but his body felt like jelly. He thought these guys were his friends. “That wasn’t a breath freshener, was it?” he asked.

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“You sure are dumb as shit,” Brian said. “It was ecstasy. Makes you love everyone and everything. And you’ll love the way we’re gonna make you feel as we fuck you senseless.” “That’s slick enough,” Kevin said pushing his thumb inside Einarr’s butt. “Turn him over.” They manhandled him onto his knees, his head over the arm of the sofa, his ass vulnerable to the men in the room. Kevin lined his thick slimy cock with the lips of Einarr’s butt, and pushed. There was no consideration for the pain; in fact, it seemed as if Kevin wanted to inflict maximum damage. Einarr grunted through clenched teeth as the cock plunged back and forth into his battered hole. There was no use struggling, he’d just do himself an injury. Normally he could have torn this group apart one-armed but the drugs coursing through his system slowed his reflexes, made him weak, and mellowed him out. “He’s so fuckin’ tight,” Kevin said, concentrating on fucking the giant. “He’s gonna be our come slut,” Brian crowed. “Filthy fucked whore for us tops. He’s gonna love

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drinking our come, feeling it down his throat, deep inside his ass.” With the sexual activity on the porn movie that played loudly in the background and Kevin’s admiring assessment of the ass he was fucking, the other guys were eager to take a turn. Alex was so eager he pulled Einarr’s mouth onto his prick and slammed it down his throat until he choked. “Suck it, fucker! Deep throat my cock like a good slut and I might let you taste my spunk.” Einarr didn’t care whether he tasted it or not, all he knew was he couldn’t breathe and he’d choke if Alex didn’t let go of him soon. Just as he thought he’d puke Alex relaxed the grip he had on the back of his head and Einarr gasped in air. “Breathe through your nose you stupid fucker.” Alex pushed again but it was hard for Einarr to co-ordinate his breath through his nose while he had such a large cock lodged down his throat and another banging his ass. The other trolls in the mountains who had used and abused him had never treated him like

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this. They’d never called him names and they’d always treated him with a modicum of respect. These bastards were using him as a set of holes for their cocks. Brian was smug. “Wait until I tell the guys on B Deck that we gangbanged the Viking Stripper. They’ll be green.” “Maybe we can organise another little party and invite them over,” Kevin suggested. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, slut?” Brian asked, slapping his face with his slimy cock. “Wouldn’t you?” Einarr wouldn’t but he knew better than to say so. He mumbled “Uh huh,” seconds before Brian rammed his cock in his mouth. Kevin grunted, fucking in short, sharp strokes which meant he was blowing his load. He held tight to Einarr’s back then lay against him panting for a few moments before pulling out. “Hey, Brian. His slut hole is free. I need him to give my prick a spit and polish to get it clean.” Kevin and Brian changed positions. Brian sank his cock into Einarr’s lubricated butthole while Kevin presented his funky cock to be

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tongue cleaned. Taking a deep breath, Einarr lathered his tongue around Kevin’s greasy cock, tasting his spunk, swallowing it quickly. It didn’t taste half bad. And now that his asshole had relaxed, Einarr was finding the cock wedged in his butt was sending waves of pleasure through his body. “The slut is starting to enjoy it,” Ed observed. “Shit, we should chain him in the bedroom and use him as our own personal fuck slut for the rest of the voyage,” Alex suggested. “If we fuck him good enough, he might just come back of his own accord,” Kevin suggested. “Right, slut?” In your dreams, Einarr thought, but just nodded between licks of Kevin’s nasty cock. “Who wants his throat?” Kevin asked, stepping away. Alex took his place and rammed his prick into Einarr’s face without regard for the person on the receiving end. He was uncaring and brutal, Einarr sending his mind into another space while his face was battered and his ass raped. He thought of how it had been with Gus,

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wishing he were with him now instead of with the mongrels who were acting out their fantasies on his body. Brian dumped a load and Alex stepped up to take his turn at Einarr’s come dump of an ass while Ed lined up at his mouth. Alex’s technique was woeful, Einarr taking no pleasure from the savage fucking. He concentrated on Ed’s bony prick, hoping he could milk it dry before he embedded it in his ass. No such luck, for they each took a turn at his hole before making him lick them clean. Then they lined up for seconds, damning him with their crude names and their promises of worse to come. He hadn’t even blown his own load. Not that his tormentors cared. Einarr just knew to hold on until his head cleared, then he could make his escape, enduring the punishment they wrought on him until they lay exhausted on the floor and in armchairs. He stretched his cramped muscles, quickly dressed in his shorts and T-shirt, and left the cabin without a word. “Hey,” Brian yelled after the retreating finger. “You forgot to thank us.”

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“Don’t forget to come back when you want another round,” Kevin said to gales of laughter. Einarr limped because the blood wasn’t circulating fully to some of his extremities and his ass stung like buggery. Plus his brain was still foggy. He didn’t know what he would tell Gus, hoping he could rely on advice from Paul and Stewart to steer him right. If he ever found them again. Every passageway looked the same, and any time he ran across a passenger they tried to invite him back to their room, disappointed when he told them he had a rehearsal to go to. Eventually, he managed to find his way out of the maze and into the welcoming arms of the older men who knew at once that something bad had befallen him. They listened in horror as he related his experience at the hands of Kevin and his cronies, swearing revenge. They attempted to sober him up with pots of coffee but he had very little time before the first of that night’s two shows. He’d hoped Gus might turn up but as he stumbled blindly through the first of his two sets, he saw Stewart and Paul seated alone. He noticed Stewart

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sneak away but return solo, shrugging his resignation when Einarr raised a querying eyebrow. Einarr’s heart and soul simply weren’t in the performance. His brain wouldn’t focus, still hung over from the pill. To make matters worse, he felt come dribbling down between his legs. The audience could scarcely avoid noticing, especially when an onlooker who sounded suspiciously like Brian, yelled, “Oh my god, the stripper’s leaking come out his ass. What a fuckin’ slut.” How he completed his act he was never sure, but Stewart bundled him back to his cabin so Einarr could shower and rest before the second show. He didn’t expect Gus would turn up for that performance if he’d heard about Einarr’s humiliation. In all likelihood tales of his sexual adventures with Kevin and his gang would spread through the ship like crabs at an orgy. The second show went off without a hitch but also without the flair of the previous night. Perhaps it was all for the best, now people would leave him alone and he could try to repair the damage to his relationship with Gus. The applause

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was lukewarm; the audience bewildered at the lacklustre performance about which they’d heard so many glowing reports. Sure, the stripper was big and buff but he couldn’t dance. He couldn’t even strip really and once you’ve seen one big dick you’ve seen them all. Stewart realised he’d have to come up with something extraordinary to pique the jaded appetites of his fellow passengers. But that would have to wait. Tonight there were more important things to take care of. Stewart and Paul encouraged Einarr to go and see Gus, try to make amends. He didn’t know how he would do it but he’d get down on his knees and beg if he had to. He knocked on the door to Gus’s cabin but there was no answer even though he could hear sounds from inside. To his surprise, the door opened when he tried it, however, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Gus spreadeagled on his bunk, Rob kneeling between his wide open thighs slamming his cock up his ex-boyfriend’s ass. “Come in,” Rob smirked triumphantly. “I just dropped in to tell Gus about the misadventure you

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had on stage tonight. You know, when all that come dribbled down your legs from the five guys who fucked you earlier. How we both laughed.” Einarr could see the last part of Rob’s story was untrue because Gus’s face was blank, lifeless, except for the tears welling up in his eyes. “Come on,” Rob encouraged. “I’ll be finished in a minute. You can climb on board and sink your cock inside him as well. Chuck’s already had a go.” Einarr stumbled out into the passageway, scarcely able to control his own tears. He could see just enough to make his way to Stewart’s cabin where he and Paul welcomed him, taking him to bed, cuddling him between them as he cried his eyes out. Follow the further adventures of Einarr and Gus in VALLEY OF THE TROLLS Coming Soon!

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COMING SOON STUPID CUPID By Barry Lowe Love isn’t for everyone! Although Orlando is the youngest and newest of Cupid’s helpers, he’s a natural when it comes to pairing and tripling up gay lovers, although he sometimes does tend to get a little too involved – physically – in the task at hand. As punishment for one misdemeanour too far, he’s assigned a hopeless case that has defeated even the most seasoned of helpers. Jesse is an unapologetic slut who doesn’t understand his best friends’ preoccupation with ‘love’ until the day he catches Orlando sniffing his underpants at the Laundromat. But what’s the deal with the hearts and flowers?

COMING SOON Giving him the business By Barry Lowe He’ll do anything to satisfy his lust – for power! You don’t get to be a winner by playing by the rules. Jared West thinks he has seen off his competition for the job of PA to the head of the international firm for which he works – or so he thinks. When he gets a phone call from his nemesis, pretty boy Cory Warren, from the office on the weekend, he determines to rid himself of his annoying rival once and for all. It won’t be strictly legal but it will satisfy his lust as well as his lust for power!

COMING SOON My boyfriend’s a werewolf By Barry Lowe His love makes me want to howl for joy! Eddie Travet dreams of a quiet life, an ordinary life, anything but the life he leads now. For starters, his dad’s a vampire. Plus, his boyfriend’s a werewolf and if the hair clogging the drain in the shower and the foul-smelling raw meat in the fridge aren’t enough, Eddie’s just discovered he’s allergic to fur – especially wolf pelt. With no cure in sight, Eddie is forced to contemplate a life without Wolfgang, the man of his dreams, unless he can convince his boyfriend to make him one of the pack

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Barry Lowe’s dreams of winning the Nobel Prize for Literature faded about thirty years ago when he realised what he wrote best was about the wild, whacky, wonderful world of sex and that his vocabulary would never rival Patrick White’s or even Evelyn Waugh’s. Since then he’s been happily churning out the odd gay sex comedy for stage as well as a mountain of newspaper columns and an avalanche of erotica for print and eBooks. He is also the author of Atomic Blonde, a biography of 1950s sex goddess, Mamie Van Doren. He lives in Sydney, Australia, with his long-term partner, Wally. Check out his website at www.barrylowe.net.

OTHER LYD TITLES By Barry Lowe In Print: The Major and The Miners EBooks: Carbon Dating Marine Biology Let the Games Begin Four on the Floor Stocks and Shared Taking the Bait Climbing the Wall A Cook’s Tour Love and the Odor of Red Leatherette Party Whip Spunk Rats Team Player A Serpent in Paradise Desperate Remedies The Devil His Due In the Soup Joshua’s Story Seeing Things Never Take Candy from Strangers Salad Days

Emerald City Christmas on the Rocks Jibóia Whores d’Oeuvres Danny’s Revenge New Year’s Steve Guys & Trolls Jiboia Mark of the Qasqavel Beefed Up and Porked Done Like A Dinner Future Tense Happy Valentine’s Lay In The Family Way Torte A Lesson The Framing of Dorian Gray Right Up His Alley Café or Lay Stocks & Bondage Gadigal Davy Jones’ Locker Taken Bi Force My Dad’s a Vampire Little Red Rides 'da Hood

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