Without Mercy
Fiction short. A retired mercenary visits a brothel.
2.6k, rated M, M/M. A retired mercenary seeks out another Spartan — the man, in fact, responsible for the deaths of his family. Featuring massage, guilt, banter, back-and-forth.
The sex worker in this case is intersex and the mercenary describes his breasts, his cunt, and the size of his cock, but his body isn’t the object of sexual focus. Note content warnings for violence, discussions of disability and chronic pain, as well as erectile dysfunction caused by injury.
Kimon’s body ached, and every step he took up the hill, trudging up the stone road laid into the slope, he cursed whoever had decided to build the brothel on the top of it, whatever cunt they were. The cheese seller had laughed and said that Icarion, the place’s proprietor, had opened it there so that any lout already drunk would struggle to ascend to bother anybody.
They didn’t account for tired, crippled old men who just wanted a bit of pleasure in their fucking day, but then, most cities never did.
When he crossed the threshold, he was met with a comfortable stone hall, heat radiating from three fireplaces, two at each end, and one in the centre, against the back wall. It was a two-storey building, and apart from a few doorways that led off the main hall banding…
