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Jon let out a cry of pain, Drogo looked him over with curiosity, he was small. Drogo circled Jon as he looked him up and down. His wrists were bound above his head, his feet couldn't touch the ground. He wiggled back and forth slightly in an attempt to free himself, Drogo grunted as he looked the crying boy over.

Tears streamed down his face, the Khal didn't enjoy weakness. He was curious about him, he was struggling. "rakh." (boy) Jon's eyes narrowed, he didn't understand what he was saying. "Vo alikh laqikh." (No more tears)

Jon cried as he felt the Khal wrap a hand around his throat. Jon gasped as Drogo placed his knee between Jon's legs. Jon looked him up and down in fear, their eyes were locked. Drogo cocked his head, the boy looked ever so interesting. Pretty. He looked much more feminine than he expected him to look. Jon whimpered as Drogo pushed his knee up a bit more, his balls being pressed against. "Yeri will serve anna." (You will serve me)

Jon continued to whimper as he watched Drogo lick his lips. "Agh..."

Jon couldn't help himself, he just kept sobbing. Drogo removed the ropes from above his head, Jon thought he was going to be freed for a while. Drogo smiled as he put him on his feet and began to drag him towards a hut. Jon tried to fight, he struggled before he fell to his knees. Drogo dragged him through the dirt. He sobbed profusely as he was pulled through the entryway.

Jon cried as the rope was once again bound above his head. Jon kicked his feet, the force caused him to swing back and forth. Drogo let out a laugh as he grabbed more rope, he tied the rope around his left ankle and bound it to the nearest wall. His right leg hung down, he was no longer hanging upright but rather free floating on his stomach. Drogo smirked as he walked behind him and spit on his virgin ass. Jon screamed and pulled his arms towards his chest causing himself to be pulled upward for all of a few minutes before the Khal lined himself up and slammed inside of him. "Ah.. Pl-... No!"

Jon kept screaming as Drogo thrusted inside of him, he started out with only a few inches inside before he started thrusted in and out with deep constant thrusts. "Fuck.. Fu- No!"

Drogo hit his side as he continued to slam into him, he would slap his ass with each thrust in. A hand print was left on his ass by the fifth hit and it only continued to grow more painful. Drogo kept his cock deep inside of him before wrapping a piece of rope around his throat, Jon panicked and began to gasp and cry harder. "Tih mezhah." (My whore)

Jon continued to wiggle and cry, the rope around his throat was soon tied to the rope his wrists were bound to. The deeper Drogo slammed the more consistent Jon's cries grew, Drogo was finding his cries exceptional. Jon took each thrust with a gasp or sob, Drogo wrapped a hand around his smaller cock and began to jerk him off. Jon squirmed and sobbed as he was raped, each thrust was rough and painful. Drogo didn't even care. "Please.. Please... No.. It's too big..."

Drogo only laughed hearing his sobs.

"Athfiezar tih cock, mezhah." (Love my cock, whore)

Jon continued to take the thrusts despite the pain it felt, he couldn't escape the ropes were tight and he was feeling light headed. Drogo ceased his thrusting, his cock was inside of him as deep as it could go. Jon's head hung down, he could see his belly bulging. He let out a soft cry as Drogo began to quicken his hand job as he felt Jon's hole tighten around him. Jon whined until he finally came. He squirmed as cum covered the ground. Drogo laughed, he quickly released his cock before grabbing both hips as he began to thrust in and out deeper and faster. "Fu-fuck.. No.. Agh.. Fuck.. Please.. Please.. No- oh fuck.."

Drogo laughed once more as he let out a scream of pained pleasure as Drogo slammed into his prostate. He began to pump his small frame full of cum, Drogo smirked as he watched his belly round more with his seed. Drogo soon pulled away, he watched as cum dripped out of his entrance, he spanked his ass once more. Drogo dropped Jon to his knees for a moment. Jon attempted to scramble away only him to grab the rope around his throat. Jon was picked up and slammed onto the bed. His knees were bent forward, his ankles and wrists bound to one another. Jon tried to wiggle back and forth until the rope around his neck was bound to the center pole of the hut. Drogo grew silent for a moment before he lowered himself to his knees. Jon screamed as he felt rope tie around his balls. The rope was then tied around both his wrists and ankles.

Drogo stood up with a smile he walked out of the hut, Jon sobbed, he attempted to wiggle but any movement caused the rope around his balls to tighten. He continued to shake and shiver, he was hoping that Drogo wouldn't come back but he also wanted him to loosen the ropes. Jon continued to sob, his hands shaking his legs ached. Soon enough Drogo returned, Jon looked up at him with terror. Drogo dropped to his knees, a wooden anal plug was pushed inside of his ass. Jon screeched, the cum was plugged inside of him so he was unable to expel it. Jon continued to sob. Jon opened his mouth to scream once more but rope was placed in his mouth.

Drogo smiled as he used a whip to spank his ass, Jon jumped as he was hit, the whip also hitting his balls. Tears kept running down his face. He was screaming and crying into the gag as he was continually whipped and hit. "Ngh.. ahg.. Ngh.."

"Tih davra rakh." (My good boy)

Jon just kept crying, he didn't understand what he was saying but all he knew was that he was now a warlord's whore, that he would be used and abused however the man wanted.

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Jon groaned as he turned over, his wrists were bound above his head attached to the pole in the middle of the tent. Drogo had been coming in and out of the tent to use him as he desired before he had left for a fourth time. Cum dripped out of his spent hole, covering the dirt beneath him. “F-fuck…”

Drogo returned shortly, before dragging his naked frame out to the middle of the village. Jon screamed as he tried to force himself on his feet only for Drogo to kick the back of his left knee, he dropped again before he was successfully bound to a post. He was turned over on his stomach, his legs spread apart in a V and his legs bound to small posts. He screamed out as felt Drogo’s large hands wrap around his cock. Drogo began to jerk him off roughly before the whole of the village. The dothraki whooped and hollered, singing and chanting in a language he couldn’t understand. His begging grew silent as a woman forced a gag in his mouth at the request of the khal. He continued to jerk his cock before he snapped, he removed his hand, Jon dripping onto the floor before he pulled away and smiled.

Jon continued to struggle, attempting to move himself side to side. He heard Drogo’s voice, deep and commanding. “Lekhaan, yeri will disse hurt yeri self alikh.” (Enough, you will only hurt yourself more.) Jon didn’t understand his words, but he could almost feel that the words were being directed at him. He stopped shaking side to side, Drogo smiled pleased. He snapped again and the chanting and singing grew louder, Jon couldn’t see very well, his face inches off the ground, Jon screamed into the gag, his teeth biting down on the wooden ball as a searing pain began just at the small of his back and forced its way up and through him. He tensed, his limbs straining as he tried to fight the burning sensation.

The smell of sizzling flesh soon dissipated as a few of the hoard began to dance with incense, herbs replaced the stench. Jon wiggled and sobbed, tears rolling down his face and dripping into the dirt. Drogo smiled, pleased.

The emblem of a horse sat upon the small of his back, one of the medicine women cleaned the wound, causing him to scream into the gag once more biting down, his body was shaking, sweat dripping off of him.

Drogo sat back, waiting patiently for him to cease his sobbing. Cloth was wrapped over his wound before he was released, he was untied and carried towards the Khal, his struggling practically gone. Drogo pulled Jon’s shaking frame close, careful to avoid the newly formed wound. Jon leaned into Drogo’s peck, Drogo smiled.

This boy was his forever.