Under the Ruinous Moon: A Love-Hate Tale of 16th Century Harefolk Submission

Jim hated Dwight. He hated him and everything he stood for.

A lifetime of shunning by his fellow harefolk had taught Jim to be cautious, and so he tried to hide that hate - but it was there in his eyes every time he looked at Dwight's hunched form at the lunch table, or in the way he slammed the door when he went home after every date.

Sometimes, when Dwight wanted them to spend two minutes in the bathroom together, Jim would say no.

"Go away, Dwight," Jim would whisper in a low voice, shooting a glare over his shoulder as if Dwight could hear him. "I'm busy."

But most of the time Jim couldn't help himself. He would look up from his cell phone, see that hunched form sitting alone at lunch as usual, and then give in. He would sigh angrily and reluctantly crawl towards him.

And once he was there, Jim would do whatever Dwight wanted him to do. He didn't have a choice in the matter.

It had been like this ever since they'd first met. The first time they'd had sex had been awkward and embarrassing; Jim couldn't believe that this skinny boy with bad skin was even hitting on him! But then Dwight had said something about rutting season and - well, Jim was curious enough to check it out for himself. And so he'd gone home with Dwight that night.

They hadn't even made it out of their clothes before Dwight was on top of him again, thrusting into Jim's ass like an animal until he came all over Jim's furred chest. Then he'd declared that it was time for bed and left Jim lying there with a confused look on his face.

The next morning had been more of the same: after some brief conversation, Dwight had led a naked Jim back to his bedroom and tied him down spread-eagle on the bedposts with some old sheets while he got on top again and took what little bit of dignity Jim still possessed without asking permission first.

The third time had been similar - only this time when it was over, Dwight had asked permission to tie Jim down again so that he could... uh... relieve himself? "Please?" he'd whispered as he stroked Jim's hair behind his ear with a single finger before dropping off into sleep beside him... It wasn't love or anything like it - but it was better than nothing at all! And so Jim kept visiting Dwight every weekend that passed without fail... And then one night when they were laying together in bed after another intense session of fucking - not sex anymore; just fuck - something happened between them. They started talking about things they never talked about before... Things like family pets back when they were kids; favorite foods; dreams they'd never tell anyone else in their life... At first it felt weird - like they were betraying some sacred bond between themselves by doing this - but eventually they both ended up laughing about how much they didn't know each other after knowing each other for so long!