Fifteen minutes later, Rin came to a gasping halt and clutched his side. His lungs ached from running. He leaned against a thick oak tree and took a deep breath. The dark curls of his hair clung to his fast, plastered against his skin with sweat. With one shaking hand, he pushed it away and hooked it behind his ear. As he did, he parted his full lips to gasp in deep shuddering breaths of air.
Fear burned in his veins. He didn't know who Barratt was, but the lustful words burned in his mind. They echoed Rin's thoughts of Pieter, but they were beyond anything Rin thought was possible or could even imagine. They were crude. They were rough. They… were alluring.
Forcing out another deep breath, he looked down the trail he had been running alone. He didn't recognize it but at least there was no other man within sight.
Rin took another breath and relaxed the tension in his hand, lowering himself to the cool, rough surface of the tree. “J-Just keep running, Rin. Just a few more minutes and you'll be home.”
The ache in his side faded. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself from the tree.
Only to be slammed into it from behind. Sparks danced across Rin's vision as he tried to get his hands on the trunk to roll to the side.
A wide, powerful hand slapped between his shoulder blades and ground him into the tree. An equally wide body pressed against his back and he felt a ridge of something hot grinding the thin fabric of his dress against his ass.
Rin screamed out.
Barratt leaned into him. “This is what I like,” he growled. His entire body shook with his words and Rin felt it rubbing against his senses. “A tight little ass sticking out, begging to be impaled.”
Rin clenched his buttocks but his tight cheeks ground against both sides of a heated ridge that forced them apart. The roughness of jeans scraped against his delicate skin, a strange sensation of being held open intruding on his thoughts.
Barratt's breath tickled Rin's ear. “Does this feel right, pressed against a tree with my cock nestled between your cheeks?”
Rin lifted his foot to kick back.
Barratt's thigh jammed up between his legs before he shoved Rin's ankles further apart. The ridge of his cock nestled further between Rin's tight little globes.
At the sensation of the thin fabric pressed against his asshole, Rin cried out. “No!”
A growl shook him. “You say no, but this hot little body of yours says fuck me. Ram into my tight little asshole, rip me open, and claim me.”
“N-No it doesn't!” Tears ran down Rin's cheeks as he clutched at the tree, trying to find some purchase to push away.
“It's getting wet, isn't it? Like a woman's cunt?”
Rin's eyes opened wide. He didn't know how Barratt could have known about how his opening grew slick. There was no way the creature could have. Unwittingly, Rin tightened his buttocks and, to his despair, felt the slickness had grown between his buttocks.
The wide hand between his shoulders stretched open, the thick fingers grinding into his skin as the pressure increased.
“Wet and willing, the perfect fuck hole,” growled the beast.
Rin's flat chest was ground against the tree. His nipples, hard with excitement and humiliation, scraped against the rough bark. The fabric was no protection as he sobbed out.
“But, time to stake my claim first.”
Barratt leaned forward, increasing the pressure against Rin's asshole and his back, and brought his hand into Rin's view. The palm was thick and calloused, a worker's hand. The larger man growled for a moment and then his palm began to glow. At first, it was just a pool of light in the deep ridges of his hand, but then the glow began to trace out a complicated symbol.
Rin gasped at the sight of it, his eyes tearing as he also noticed that the air above the light was warping with heat.
The rune continued to trace along Barratt's palm until a shape came into view. It was the symbol for the nine villages that surrounded the Bordeli Forest. But, the image kept growing with a pattern of leaves that encircled the first symbol and merged with it. Seconds later, the glow stopped and the completed rune shimmered in Barratt's palm.
Barratt's hand slide from Rin's shoulders up to his hair.
Rin tried to twist away from the glowing hand, but Barratt caught him by the hair and yanked him a meter from the tree. The slender man tried to kick out, but then Barratt's thighs were between his own, the thick muscular limbs easily pried Rin's legs apart and pulled him off the ground.
The pressure against his ass, the thick ridge of Barratt's cock, increased and Rin almost fainted with the realization that he was helpless in the powerful man's grip.
“You were always mine, Rin.” Barratt smacked his glowing palm against Rin's stomach, right above the navel.
Rin froze, the wind driven out of him, and gaped. He tried to say something or figure out what Barratt had just done.
And then searing pain exploded across his senses. He screamed out shrilly as the palm burned into his skin, peeling away the dress and searing directly into the flesh.
Rin thrashed violently, not caring about the pressure against his ass or the way his legs flailed helplessly off the ground.
Barratt held him in palm, one palm against Rin's belly and the other wrapped in the dark curls.
Rin sobbed and cried out, clawing at Barratt's hand against his stomach. The smell of burning fabric and flesh filled the air. He shuddered from the impact and pawed until his strength ran out.
When he slumped forward, to his surprise, Barratt released him.
Rin hit the ground with a thud. He couldn't do anything besides lean forward and sob, clutching his stomach as he did. The heat radiated from his wound, searingly hot and tingling. Curled up, he opened his eyes and peered at the damage.
It was a brand. He grew up on a dairy farm to know enough of them, but he never expected to be branded himself. The darkened edges of his dress still glowed with a few last embers of heat. The skin beneath was pale except for the brand itself and the red halo from the burn. The agony pricked his senses every time his gasps shook his body.
“Now,” growled Barratt, “you are truly mine for the rest of your life.”
There was a scuff of fabric and the cling of a button.
Rin's eyes snapped open. He knew that sound. It was someone unbuttoning his pants. Trembling, he looked over his shoulder.
Barratt was pulling open his pants. The bulge seemed to swell out of it for a moment until he tugged the jeans down off his hips. As it did, a naked cock fell out and thudded against his thigh.
Rin froze in shock. He had thought Pieter was large, but Barratt's manhood stretched almost three hand-spans from the base of thick, brown hair that sprouted from the opening of his jeans. It looked wrinkled, with rolls of skin and thick veins visible even with it soft. Tiny tags stuck out of it, almost like barbs or hair.
It was unlike any cock Rin had ever seen. It was also the largest thing he had seen on a human.
Barratt chuckled as he shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them. He wasn't tall nor was he short. His broad shoulders and chest matched the rest of him. Every muscle looked perfect on his body, the cords of strength covered by short hairs. All of it was rich brown, except for a dusting of gray on the top of his head.
He reached down and grabbed his cock. It twitched in his hand and swelled. The wrinkles stretched out as the cock grew longer. At the same time, the tiny bumps stood up into tiny barbs and bumps. A shimmering hung around his cock as he released it.
The head was larger than Rin's fist. A thick bulge with a wide opening and glans that gave the tip a mushroom-shaped tip. The cock itself was covered in thick veins and bumps, traveling down the inhuman length until it reached some sort of swelling near the base.
Rin had seen the bulge before. It looked like a dog's, long before it knotted with a bitch. It was smaller now, but if it was the same thing, it would become a thick mass easily the thickness of one of Barratt's huge hands.
“This is what that ass is for,” growled Barratt. “To be ripped open and claimed.”
Rin's sphincter clenched tightly shut, the tiny opening growing slicker by the second. He trembled and tried to will his body to move, or at least to stop kneeling with his ass inviting the terrible man's lust. He managed to move his knee, pulling them closer as he struggled with every centimeter.
Barratt grinned and stroked his cock again. He lifted his shaft to reveal two huge balls hanging between the legs. Each one was the side of his fist and hung low. Short hairs covered every centimeter of his sack which twitched as Rin stared at it. “I'm going to empty these into you until it pours out of every hole in your body.”
The creature stepped forward and sank to his knees. He grabbed at Rin's buttocks and pried them open. “I'm going to enjoy driving into this perfect—”
At the first sensation of a man spreading apart his ass cheeks, Rin found the energy to move. With a scream, he lashed out with his feet and surged forward, scraping his hands and knees against the dirt until he could scramble to his feet.
Barratt's hands were ripped away, leaving shallow scrapes along Rin's cheeks.
Sobbing, Rin flailed at the branches and leaves as he crashed through a bush and landed on the other side. He rolled twice before coming up against a stump. Without giving himself enough chance to orient himself, Rin sprinted away as fast as he could.
“You can run, but your ass will always be mine!” came Barratt's last growl.