Summary - Once, they lived different lives. One was a fearless warrior, his hair adorned by braids for each triumph in battle. The other, a nobleman's son, dressed in gold and finery, respected by all.
Yet now they have nothing. Chained, half-naked in cold damp cells, they are but lowly 'punks', pleasure slaves to the king who hand-picked them, stole them away and imprisoned them.
But through all the misery and pain, can a spark of light glow through the darkness? Can a love tested by violence and brutality survive? Will it be enough to see both men through the torment to a brighter future?
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Hiiiiiii Anon! ❤️ Thanks for the ask. I currently have several WIPs so here's a wee snippet from two of them (and in return I'm tagging @stripeydani as it involves our favourite au at the moment 😙)
Part 2 of 'Baby's First Visit to the Kink Club' (Ringkampf threesome, which I'm hoping to post tonight);
Whether Thatcher had missed something in his stupor, or whether it had been some kind of silent communication between the two Europeans that he hadn't clocked, things around him changed very quickly. Axel leapt off the bed and wandered off to another part of the room while Walter began shuffling further up the bed, dragging his mostly paralysed guest with him by a thick arm around his chest. 'Wh... wh.... wh...' Tim tried to ask what was happening, but his numb lips could only form the first syllable which sounded thick and slurry on his tongue.
'Shhh,' Walter's arms hugged him in tight, a constricting bear hug not quite choking the lungs of his opponent, while the other smoothed through his strawberry blonde hair. 'Just relax, Tim. We'll take good care of you.'
Chapter 3 of 'Everything that I'd Die For' (Codypunk Warlord AU)
Several times, the guard glanced back over his shoulder to check his charge who'd gone so quiet he half-expected to find him gone, slipped away when he wasn't looking, but every time the brunette would be there, trotting obediently behind. His face was hard and tight from holding back all the tears and grimaces of pain like a dam holding back a swelling river. His cheeks were burning bright crimson from the effort, as crimson as the splatters of blood he was leaving in his wake. Poor kid was wringing with the stuff; thick coats of it covered his back and streamed down his thighs and shins. Most of the tiny scrap of fabric at his waist was dyed a deep, sickening red.
Randal turned his face away again. He could get mad about it later.
It's nearly midnight over here, I've got work tomorrow but the Ringkampf threesome part of my fic is getting really good and Codypunk are out here kissing Danhausen!
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Summary - Once, they lived different lives. One was a fearless warrior, his hair adorned by braids for each triumph in battle. The other, a nobleman's son, dressed in gold and finery, respected by all.
Yet now they have nothing. Chained, half-naked in cold damp cells, they are but lowly 'punks', pleasure slaves to the king who hand-picked them, stole them away and imprisoned them.
But through all the misery and pain, can a spark of light glow through the darkness? Can a love tested by violence and brutality survive? Will it be enough to see both men through the torment to a brighter future?
A wee snippet for @stripeydani based on her idea for the Warlord AU, which I intend to start writing properly after the summer holidays (when I finally get some decent writing time again!)
The Imperium General admired the two offerings presented before him in chains, Cody in particular, whose chin he grasped and turned to inspect every facet of his flawless beauty. As for Punk, he was more interested in his scars, lightly tracing the tip of his finger down the long jagged line on the right side of his face.
'Thank you, King Hunter,' Gunther's voice boomed across the room. 'These are both fine gifts. I believe an alliance can be agreed upon.'
The great and terrifying king nodded his head solemnly, a wicked smile on his lips. For a moment, Cody's fingers brushed against Punk's but he swiftly batted them off. He felt bad for the kid. He was just scared but they couldn't afford to slip up and betray their affections for each other. Not again. For both of their sakes.
'I believe that such a gesture should be reciprocated,' Gunther went on, 'to finalise the truce.' Turning to the officer at his left side, the general gave a silent command with a motion of his head and the young man stepped forward, hands behind his back, chest out and chin high, exuding an air of arrogant superiority. 'Marcel here is expertly trained in the bedroom and is a craftsman between his master's sheets,' Gunther explained and although his expression remained stoic, there was a slight change in his tone that betrayed his pride and fondness for the blonde officer. 'A single command from me and he is yours for the night and will obey you as if you were speaking with my tongue. You will find him most excellent company, I assure you.'
The warlord king examined the offered specimen from head to toe, lewdly and openly. 'I trust he will,' he said at last with a sneer. 'However...'
The room turned tense again. The general's face hardening. 'You are not pleased with my offering?'
'Oh, I am. Very much. It's just...' King Hunter leaned forward in his throne, rubbing his palms together slyly. 'It doesn't seem fairly reciprocated to only receive one gift when I have offered you two.'
His cruel eye then landed on the other man at Gunther's right hand side. The bearded man had, until then, been more aware of his surroundings than of the peace talks, keeping a keen look out for any trouble that would threaten his commander, but when everything went quiet and he noticed every eye was on him, he suddenly returned to the conversation between the two leaders, finding himself the unwanted centre of attention. A quick glance up at the enemy king and then to his left seemed to confirm his suspected fears.
'Me...?' he started to say then shook his head and, clearing his throat, addressed the king in a more appropriate manner. 'Forgive me, your majesty,' he said in a soft, gravely voice with a slight suggestion of a lisp, 'I am only a soldier, not a-'
But before he could finish his objection, there was a harsh clank of metal as Gunther turned towards him and landed a monstrous slap across the officer's cheek. The sound was deafening, stunning everyone present, and the force was so great that the man nearly buckled beneath the blow, if not for his huge commander grabbing him by the front of his tunic and holding him upright.
'You dare to speak out of turn!' Gunther bellowed at his officer. 'Answering for me now, are you?'
'No, sir,' the bearded man spluttered, wincing. 'I'm sorry, sir.'
'I am your Imperium General, yes? You obey me?'
'Always, sir.'
'Then you keep your mouth shut and you do as I command.' Jerking his officer in closer until they were nose-to-nose, Gunther spoke in a hushed tone, one that could still be heard by all around them, including the two trembling punks who were due to spend an entire night in this barbaric man's company, prisoners to his base desires and fancies. 'You will go with Marcel to the king's bedchambers and you will do everything that is required of you. If he wishes you to suck his fat cock, then you will suck his fat cock. If he wishes to fuck you in the arse, then he will fuck you in the arse. Is that clear?'
The bearded man gave a wobbly nod, a stuttered breath catching in his throat. '... yes, sir,' he said at last and he was finally let go. Gunther glared down at the soldier, who placed his hands behind his back and, with his head hanging low, stepped forward to take up position beside his fellow officer.
'My apologies, King Hunter. Tim is more head-strong than Marcel,' Gunther casually explained to the king, 'but he is loyal to me and so now, will be loyal to you too.'
'No need to apologise,' the king returned, sneering viciously at the disparaging officer and the tears welling up in the eye of cheek that had been so brutally struck. 'I have dealt with his kind before.' His gaze moved, turning instead to the inked man in chains, who stood rigid and fierce. 'I enjoy them immensely.'
The peace talks were over. The alliance had been made and the victims to ensure it had been chosen. Hunter's men surrounded Gunther's offerings and lead them away to the king's chambers, while Gunther himself approached the two trembling slaves. Cody cowered beneath the brutal eye of the notorious general, but Punk kept his gaze, glaring defiantly. His gesture of courage mattered naught to Gunther, who grabbed up both sets of his new plaything's chains and eagerly dragged them to his own rooms.
This time it was Punk who was scared. Seeing how this fiend treated his own men he dared not consider how he chose to torment the lowly slaves of his enemy. In that moment, he allowed the back of his fingers to brush against Cody's but only for a few split seconds and no more. He didn't know what the night would bring but he did know - and he wanted Cody to know - that they would face it together.
Oh man oh man. Your little Warlord AU invaded my brain and never left. Feral Punk, baby Cody, asshole Drew? What a combo! But now including Gunther somehow... perhaps Hunter is courting a new alliance so is sharing his favourites? 👀
Hiiiii Dani!
I'm so glad you reminded me of the Warlord AU! I need to get started on this (and add to my heinous amount of unfinished fics 😩).
I love that idea! I can definitely see King Hunter putting together an alliance with Gunther's forces for an upcoming battle and offering his two favourite punks (and ours!) as a way to sweeten the deal. Perhaps they could even do a trade? Except Gunther doesn't keep punks but he does has some officers he can do without for one night 🤭
