Thieves' Honour

by 0anon0

Summary:

The tale of how Flynn met the Stabbington Brothers.

Notes:

Disclaimer: All characters are older than 18 years of age. All characters and concepts belong to their respective creators.

Chapter 1

The night was just how Flynn liked it. It was dark and moonless; cold enough that no one would be outside unless they had a reason; and the evening of a major festival, ensuring that many people would be too drunk to get in his way. All in all, it was the perfect night for a theft. His target tonight was the Orrec Ruby, a gemstone the size of a goose’s egg that was rumoured to have magical properties. Flynn was almost salivating at the thought of how much money he could get from the ruby, but he had to steal it first.

The ruby’s protections were numerous, but Flynn was sure he could get past them. After all, who expected someone to break into a heavily fortified citadel? Flynn was relying on the festival making the guards careless, but even if they weren’t, he thought he could outdo them.

Flynn silently scaled the walls and climbed over the battlements. The courtyard outside the keep was deserted, but Flynn still kept to the shadows. He made the leap to the building where the treasury was housed without anyone noticing his presence. Carefully, Flynn climbed down the wall and peered through the entrance. He couldn't believe his luck – there were two guards, but they were both asleep, the bottles of beer beside them showing the cause of their sleepiness. The only problem was that the guards were sleeping against the only door into the treasury. 

Flynn climbed back up the building and snuck across the roof, keeping a low profile to avoid being seen. He had done thorough planning for this heist and had discovered that there was another way into the treasury room – a ventilation shaft in the roof. Flynn tied a rope around a sturdy protrusion and the other end to a harness he wore over his clothing. Once he had checked that he was secure, Flynn lowered himself into the treasury.

It took a minute for Flynn's eyes to become accustomed to the gloom inside the chamber. When his eyes could pick out objects, he grinned to himself – the Orrec Ruby lay on a plinth directly below him, glowing with a faint pulsating light. Flynn lowered himself further until he was a few metres above the gemstone. He was already reaching down when he heard a sound from outside. Flynn pulled his arm back and waited for the commotion to die down.

Suddenly, the doors to the treasury slammed open. In the flickering torchlight from outside, Flynn caught a glimpse of the two guards, slumped to the side. But Flynn's attention focused on the two men who ran inside. He didn't get a good look at them – just the impression of muscles and red hair – as they scanned the chamber. Seconds later, both men converged on the ruby. One of them grabbed it and shoved it into his bag before they ran back to the door.

Flynn was already pulling himself back up. He didn't want to be caught breaking into the treasury chamber at the same time as robbery. Flynn managed to get back onto the roof without being seen and just in time. The other thieves clearly hadn't hit the guards hard enough because one of them was yelling weakly. Within a minute, chaos reigned in the keep. Flynn shook his head in disgust. If he were in charge of this garrison, he would tell them all off for being so chaotic. In his current position, Flynn took the opportunity to sneak out of the citadel and into the town. 

Flynn was despondent. He had planned the theft for days and had nearly carried it off before those other thieves beat him to it. He didn't even know who they were. Flynn treated himself to a pint of beer at a seedy tavern on the outskirts of the town, trying to decide on his next moves. He was considering heading north, where he had heard rumours of unguarded treasures, when movement caught his eye. Flynn saw a tall, muscular man with short red hair and an eye patch step out from the shadows of the tavern and walk into the forest.

Flynn had lived by his wits for this long by listening to his intuition. At the moment, it was telling him to follow the strange man. Flynn down the remains of his beer and stood up. The redhead man wasn't hard to follow; he didn't seem to be hiding his path at all. He led Flynn to a clearing, where another redhead, this one with prodigious sideburns, was tending to a small fire.

“Did you get the supplies?” he asked. 

The man with the eye patch grunted a reply and dropped a sack to the ground. He then picked up a small satchel and flipped it open. The dull red glow of the Orrec Ruby shone out. Flynn smiled. Here was another chance to claim his prize.

“Put it away!” the man with sideburns said sharply. “We don't want the guards to see the glow.”

Reluctantly, the man with the eye patch closed the satchel. Flynn watched as the men prepared and ate a meal, then lay down to sleep beside the embers of the fire. After half an hour of snores, Flynn decided he had waited enough. He snuck out from his hiding place, making sure to avoid any leaves or twigs that could give him away. Flynn reached the men's stores and saw the satchel on the top of the pile. He reached out to grab it…

…and felt a hand grip his shoulder.

Flynn spun around and looked up into the angry face of the man with the eye patch. His companion stood next to him, his arms folded.

“What do we have here?” he sneered. “Are you here to plunder our riches?”

Flynn raised his hands into the air to show he meant no harm.

“Look, fellows”, he said charmingly, “this is all a misunderstanding. I’m sure we can work something out. I’m Flynn; what are your names?”

The man holding Flynn growled. Flynn gulped nervously.

“You know what? I think I’ll call you, Patchy”, he said to the man with the eye patch, “and you, Sideburns”, he finished, indicating the other man.

There was dead silence from the two men. They didn’t offer up alternative names, but Flynn guessed they were trying to find ways to get rid of him.

“We don’t like thieves”, Sideburns said quietly. “We don’t like them at all.”

Patchy’s grip tightened on Flynn’s shoulder, making his wince.

“In fact”, Sideburns continued, “the guards might appreciate it if we hand you over to them.”

Flynn began to struggle, but he couldn’t break free of Patchy’s grasp. Sideburns chucked.

“But we’re not cruel, are we, brother?” Sideburns said, nudging Patchy. “We’ll leave you tied up for us to deal with in the morning. And it will give you some time to think about what will happen to you.”

Patchy dragged Flynn to a tree. Together, the brothers wrapped Flynn in so much rope that he could hardly move a muscle. It dug into his skin, making Flynn wince each time it was pulled tight around him. Flynn remained compliant when the men released him and waited until they were both snoring loudly before attempting to escape. However, he couldn’t free himself and didn’t want to make too much noise, so as to wake and anger his captors. Flynn finally fell asleep, tied uncomfortably to the tree.

---

Something solid slapped Flynn on the cheek, pulling him into wakefulness. He could tell it was morning, but he wanted to continue sleeping.

“Leave me alone…” Flynn mumbled.

There was a deep rumbling laugh from above him. Suddenly, Flynn remembered his misadventures from the previous night. His eyes snapped open and stared at the figure looming over him.

Sideburns didn’t look any better in daylight than in the previous night’s firelight; in fact, Flynn could now see the scars criss-crossing Sideburns’ face. He also saw that Sideburns was naked. The redhead man swung his hips and his hard cock poked Flynn in the cheek again. Flynn recoiled, but since he was tied up to a tree, he couldn’t go far.

“Do you want some breakfast?” Sideburns teased.

He gripped his cock and rubbed it over Flynn’s lips. Flynn was generally open-minded when it came to sex – in the underworld, no one seemed to mind who slept with whom, and Flynn had had dalliances with both men and women in his time – however, he was a bit of a romantic and liked getting to know his partners first. He moved his head out of Sideburns’ way, drawing out another chuckle.

“You know what”, Sideburns mused, “if you do a good job sucking my cock, we might let you go rather than hand you over to the guards.”

Despite his misgivings, Flynn thought that it was a good offer. Angry guards looking for a scapegoat for a theft generally didn’t give people a chance to explain themselves.

“How can I trust that you’ll do what you say?” Flynn asked.

“You’ll just have to trust us”, Sideburns replied. “Thieves’ honour, and all that. Though, if you want to take up this offer, you better get going.”

Flynn thought quickly. He didn’t like his chances with the guards and he didn’t expect the brothers to follow through with their promise. However, there was at least a small chance that the brothers would at least leave him tied to the tree, which would give him a chance. Flynn turned his head forward again and opened his mouth. Without preamble, Sideburns pushed his cock past Flynn’s lips and deep into his mouth. Flynn choked as the member pushed into his throat.

“That feels good”, Sideburns moaned. “It’s been a long time since we had a good slut to fuck!”

Flynn tried to protest at the name-calling, but the most he could do was make a gurgling sound in his throat. He had bigger problems, though – Flynn was running out of air and he couldn’t breathe around Sideburns’ member. He tried to struggle, but he was tied too well to the tree to move. When Flynn tried to move his head, Sideburns gripped him on either side and held him in place.

Finally, Sideburns pulled his cock out. Flynn had a few moments to breathe heavily before the cock was pushing at his lips again. Flynn tried again to move his head out of the way, but Sideburns’ hands kept him still. The redhead man eventually managed to push into Flynn’s mouth again. This time, he didn’t keep his cock in place; instead, he began to fuck Flynn’s mouth.

At first, Sideburns’ thrusts were slow, giving Flynn enough time to take a quick breath. Once he saw that Flynn was getting used to the intrusion, Sideburns began to increase his speed. Flynn momentarily choked again, but quickly got used to the tempo.

Flynn lost track of time as his attention was focused completely on the cock that was pounding his throat. Finally, he felt Sideburns’ cock throb inside him. Sideburns thrust in once more and held Flynn’s head in place. Sideburns’ member pulsed in Flynn’s mouth and he felt the man’s seed slide down his throat. Flynn tried to breathe around the cock but this time, Sideburns didn’t seem like he was about to pull out. He gurgled and as his throat tightened around his cock, Sideburns moaned above Flynn. Flynn felt like he was about to pass out when Sideburns pulled out of him.

Flynn kept his eyes closed as Sideburns stepped away. His mouth was gaping open as he gulped in lungfuls of air. It was easy, then, for Patchy to step forwards and push his cock into Flynn’s mouth in his brother’s stead. Flynn choked but managed to regain control of his breathing a moment later. Rather than his brother’s slow movements, Patchy thrust in deep, then quickly pulled out. Flynn was able to breathe easier, but Patchy’s cock felt like it reached deeper into him.

“He’s got a good mouth on him”, Sideburns said as Patchy moaned loudly. “Definitely an experienced whore.”

Flynn wanted to protest that he wasn’t, and, in fact, his previous sexual experiences were rather vanilla and chaste, but he couldn’t speak.

“You know what?” Sideburns added. “I think he’s too good for the guards. They’ll just ruin him. Let’s take him with us.”

Patchy’s reply was a grunt as he unloaded his seed into Flynn’s throat. He pulled out of Flynn’s mouth and moved away just before Flynn could spit the seed onto his boot. Patchy gave another grunt and smirked at Flynn.

“He’s feisty, though”, Sideburns agreed. “He’ll need a bit of breaking in.”

When they had finished packing their equipment, the men approached Flynn once again to untie him. Flynn had told himself that he would fight back, but before he could, the brothers had trussed his arms tightly behind his back and secured a collar around his neck. Patchy pulled at a strip of leather attached to the collar and tied it to the donkey’s saddle. Flynn swore at them, but they just laughed, before gagging him.

As Flynn stumbled beside the donkey as they moved out, he tried to think of a way to escape. At the moment, it didn’t look like he had much chance, but Flynn was a gambler and he knew that the brothers would let their guard down at some point. He glanced to his side and his eyes widened. Tucked haphazardly into a saddlebag was the satchel with the ruby. If Flynn was lucky and planned correctly, he may have a chance of stealing the gemstone after all.

Chapter 2

The thought of the Orrec Ruby was the only thing that kept Flynn going. Whenever he stumbled over a rock, or his face was raked by a branch, or the donkey mean-spiritedly stepped on his foot, Flynn imagined the stone glowing in his palm. He didn’t even complain when they stopped in the late afternoon and Sideburns pulled out the gag.

“Playing hard to get?” Sideburns teased, ruffling Flynn’s hair.

Flynn glared at him but didn’t rise to the bait.

“Does our little pet want his snack?” Sideburns continued, grinning.

His hand gripped Flynn’s shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. Sideburns fumbled to pull open his trousers and drag out his already hard cock. When Flynn didn’t open his mouth, Sideburns reached down to grip Flynn by the throat.

“I’m giving you a good offer here”, Sideburns said, his smile gone. “Don’t waste it.”

Flynn would have liked to say that the thief wasn’t giving him any offer, but he didn’t have the breath to speak. He gasped as Sideburns’ grip tightened momentarily, then kept his mouth open as Sideburns slid his cock inside. Flynn knew what to expect this time, so it wasn’t as difficult as earlier that day. Nevertheless, he gagged before he got his breathing under control. Sideburns didn’t seem to care. He grabbed Flynn’s head and held it in place as he fucked his mouth.

Flynn didn’t even notice Patchy’s arrival, but heard the man’s grunt. Flynn didn’t understand him, but Sideburns did. The thieves both smiled down at Flynn.

“You’re right, brother”, Sideburns said to Patchy. “He’s got more than one hole.”

Before Flynn fully understood what Sideburns was implying, the thief lowered himself to the ground, dragging Flynn down with him. Patchy walked out of Flynn’s limited view, but he could hear the thief moving behind him. It was against Flynn’s nature to have a thief at his back, but Sideburns’ cock in his mouth and the grip on his head kept Flynn from looking around. Now, Sideburns fucked Flynn’s mouth at a more leisurely pace, which meant that at least Flynn wasn’t choking on the member.

Behind him, Patchy grabbed Flynn’s trousers and roughly pulled them down so that his ass was exposed. Flynn made a half-hearted attempt to reach back and push Patchy away, but Sideburns gripped his wrists and held them above his head with one hand, while the other remained on Flynn’s head, guiding him onto his cock. Flynn felt cool air on his skin before Patchy’s large hands roughly pulled his ass cheeks apart. He heard Patchy spit and felt saliva slide down his crack to pool at his hole.

Immediately, Patchy’s finger was there, pushing into him. Flynn moaned involuntarily, only realising what he was doing when Sideburns began to chuckle. Patchy was surprisingly gentle as he dug his finger into Flynn. Luckily, Flynn wasn’t a complete virgin down there, but his hole was still tight. Patchy grunted as Flynn’s ass clenched around his fingers.

“Why don’t you use some of that special lotion we got from that witch?” Sideburns suggested.

Patchy grunted a response and pulled his finger out of Flynn’s hole. Flynn heard him rummaging in a saddlebag, then return to him. This time, Patchy spread a cool ointment over his hole. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then, Flynn felt his hole loosen up, as Patchy continued to rub the rim of his hole.

Suddenly, Flynn wanted – no, needed – something inside him. His moan was muffled by Sideburns’ cock but was clearly audible. Sideburns’ chuckle made Flynn’s face burn in embarrassment. All thought of his shame, though, left Flynn when Patchy shoved two fingers back into Flynn. As well as relaxing his muscles, the lotion was clearly an aphrodisiac. He moaned again, louder this time, as Patchy moved his fingers apart, stretching his hole wider.

“Come on, brother”, Sideburns finally said, a teasing tone in his voice. “Fuck him already. I want to hear the slut moan as he’s opened up.”

Patchy grunted a reply and pulled his fingers out. Flynn whined. His hole felt empty and needed something to fill it. Patchy obliged by lining his cock up with Flynn’s entrance and shoved in. Patchy’s member felt a lot thicker than his fingers, but Flynn’s hole opened up easily to let it in. Flynn’s attention was completely focused on the cock inside his ass as it slowly pushed deeper. His arousal coiled in his abdomen as it was filled.

It was obvious when Patchy’s cock pressed against Flynn’s prostate because he began to moan more loudly. Flynn felt all the arousal stream into his cock, which was by now hard and leaking, pressed between his stomach and the ground. Above him, Sideburns let out a low growl and released Flynn’s hands and gripped his head with both of his own hands. Flynn was so overwhelmed with the stimulation that he just let the brothers do what they wanted without fighting back. His moaning increased when Patchy pulled back, only to jab his cock back into Flynn’s prostate.

“Shut. Up”, Sideburns grunted.

With each word, he thrust his hips up, burying his cock deep into Flynn’s throat. Flynn’s moans were cut off as he choked on the member. He looked up at Sideburns, trying to plead with his eyes for the thief to be more gentle, but Sideburns wasn’t even looking at him. Flynn realised that he would have to persevere with whatever the brothers did to him, because he couldn’t stop them.

Flynn wished that he wasn’t enjoying what was happening and that he didn’t want it to continue, but he had learned from years of being a thief that his gut instincts – about a person, a job or his own feelings – should never be ignored. And Flynn knew that deep inside, he wanted to be used by Sideburns and Patchy. Of course, that didn’t mean that he would admit that to the thieves. In fact, in the moments of lucidity that Flynn had as he was fucked from both ends, he was planning on how to steal the Orrec Ruby and escape with his life intact.

Flynn’s thoughts were disrupted when the brother’s thrust in at the same time. Patchy’s cock punched Flynn’s prostate yet again as Sideburns’ member was shoved down his throat. For some time, Flynn was only aware of the two members opening him up and showing him more pleasure than he was used to.

It was only when Sideburns’ pulled his cock out of Flynn’s mouth did he regain enough sense to notice what was happening. In his insensible state, Flynn had been manoeuvred so that he lay on his back on top of Patchy. The thief held him in place as he sunk his cock into Flynn. Flynn noticed that Patchy’s thrusts were much more fluid and that his hole wasn’t giving much resistance.

Sideburns’ shadow fell over Flynn. Flynn could just see the redhead’s grin as he leaned down and grabbed Flynn’s cock. Sideburns roughly stroked the member as Flynn wriggled ineffectually under him. His hand slid easily over the cock and Flynn realised that Sideburns was rubbing some of the lotion onto his member. Flynn felt his cock begin to tingle as the lotion began to work.

“You’ve been a very good slut so far”, Sideburns said condescendingly as his calloused palm slid over Flynn’s sensitive member. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”

He released Flynn’s cock and knelt behind his brother. Flynn only realised what was happening when he felt Sideburns’ cock tapping at his hole.

“Wait”, he cried desperately. “I don’t think that I—”

Flynn’s sentence morphed into a moan as Sideburns pushed. His cock entered Flynn’s hole, stretching it wider than he would have thought possible. Flynn thought he could feel the two cocks moving against each other inside him, but at this point, he was finding it difficult to think coherently. Patchy grunted his approval into Flynn’s ear, his large hands moving across Flynn’s chest to wrap themselves around him.

“Have you thought about selling your body on the streets?” Sideburns asked, his voice once again light and teasing. “You could make a lot of money. Much better than the hapless would-be thief that you are.”

Flynn’s only reply was a groan as a cock pushed against his prostate. The pain of his ass being stretched out was beginning to feel good and Flynn wasn’t sure how long he could take it for. His cock was now throbbing with his arousal. Flynn moaned as cum jetted out of his cock, coating his stomach with his seed, but the brothers didn’t even notice his orgasm. They continued fucking his ass, using him to get their own pleasure, only noticing when Flynn’s hole tightened around their cocks.

Sideburns and Patchy had better stamina than Flynn did because they didn’t seem like they were close to cumming. Despite his orgasm, Flynn felt his cock remained hard and he was breathing heavily. He was once again desperate to cum, but his body was sandwiched between the two thieves and Flynn couldn’t reach their cock. In fact, Flynn could do nothing but lie there and take it as Sideburns and Patchy pummelled his ass.

Flynn felt the thrusts increase as the thieves’ arousal increased. He could tell that they were close to cumming since Patchy was growling into his ear and Sideburns was muttering a litany of curses that would have impressed Flynn if he’d heard them in any other situation.

Sideburns and Patchy screamed out as simultaneous orgasms erupted out of them. Flynn felt their cum mingle inside them. As they shifted their position, Flynn’s arousal peaked once again and he came for a second time. This time was too much for his exhausted mind and Flynn passed out.

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Flynn woke thinking that he was on a ship. Groggily, he raised his head and realised his mistake – he was tied to the donkey’s back, with each step moving him up and down. Flynn blinked in confusion.

“Where am I?” he croaked.

The laugh from beside him was familiar and he turned to look at Sideburns. Flynn suddenly remembered his ordeal. Despite his situation, Flynn felt his cock begin to harden again. At that point, he realised that he was still naked. Sideburns and Patchy had left his clothes behind.

“I wish that we could keep you”, Sideburns said, resting a hand on Flynn’s back, “but we can’t have another mouth to feed. But don’t worry”, he added when Flynn looked alarmed, “we’ll reach a village in the morning where there’s a friendly blacksmith who will buy you off us.”

Flynn gulped as he imagined that fate.

“Don’t do that”, he protested from his position, tied prone on the donkey’s back. “I can be helpful!”

“I’m sure you can”, Sideburns said, two fingers sliding into Flynn’s used hole.

Flynn groaned and Sideburns laughed again. He withdrew his hand and gave Flynn’s ass a final slap before walking forward to join his brother.

Once again, Flynn was tied to a tree while Sideburns and Patchy cooked and ate dinner, then settled down to sleep. When they were happily snoring away, Flynn wriggled. To his delight, the ropes hadn’t been tied well; he suspected that all three of them were tired after their fucking session. Slowly, Flynn pulled at the rope until there was more slack, then freed a hand. From there, it was an easy job for an accomplished thief to free himself.

Flynn stretched and walked over the pile of saddlebags. He quietly shifted through them until he found what he was looking for – the satchel with the Orrec Ruby. He took out the stone and replaced it with a similar sized rock, hoping that the brothers would be too annoyed at his escape to properly check their prize. Flynn thought for a moment about thieves’ honour, then shrugged. Honour wasn’t for him; he much preferred gold and jewels and the thrill of a job.

About to go, Flynn realised that he needed clothes. Sideburns and Patchy were too big for him to steal their clothes, but on his search, he’d seen some other items that they had probably stolen elsewhere. Flynn picked out a pair of serviceable breeches and a white shirt. At the last moment, he also stole a fetching green vest.

Flynn took one last look at the campsite and grinned to himself. He wished he could see Sideburns and Patchy’s faces when they realised they’d been robbed, but he planned to make himself scarce. As quietly as he could, Flynn snuck into the undergrowth, on his way to his next heist.