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The Robin Hood story has been told over the generations, but this novella explores the homosexual undertones that are suggested but never explored. After weeks of not paying the decreed taxes, the Sheriff sends Guy Gisborne to raid the village, butMoreThe Robin Hood story has been told over the generations, but this novella explores the homosexual undertones that are suggested but never explored. After weeks of not paying the decreed taxes, the Sheriff sends Guy Gisborne to raid the village, but Robin and his Merry Men come to the rescue, fighting off the Sheriffs men, saving the village. Unfortunately, Will and Allan a Dale are captured and locked away, as is Robin. Guy Gisbones burning desire to claim Robin as his own may finally be within reach now that he has arrested him at last...Excerpt:“Good morning sunshine. How are you holding up?” Allan grinned cheekily. Will flinched as he used the chains to pull himself upright.“I think I’ll be fine. No broken bones, at least,” Will attempted a brave smile, but it looked more like a grimace to Allan. A flash of irritation passed through him- he wanted out of the shackles that bound him so he could clean the blood from Will’s face, cradle him tenderly where he lay. At the very least, he wanted to break the arm of the one who had given Will his wound. Instead, they would need to devise an escape plan, which would probably end with them fighting their way out of the castle.“Come here – let’s see it,” Allan said gruffly, looking away from his dishevelled companion. Will shuffled over obediently, looking so innocent and sweetly tussled whilst manacles and chains restricted him that Allan felt his libido stir. He mentally cursed himself, appalled that he could be aroused when Will needed medical attention. Allan ignored his twitching manhood and leaned over to inspect the wound. His chains were just long enough to allow him to tenderly press his fingers to Will’s temple, brushing against the blood to find its origin. The wound seemed superficial- it was only a shallow cut, which had scabbed over. Will flinched when Allan brushed his fingertips over the scab, but the bruised lump did not seem to be causing him great pain.