Stolen By Hobs (M/M)

[Vadam117]

This is a sequel to my Stolen By Kobolds story (link to that: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=20437), like that, this is also based off of one of Whonew/returnwho’s pictures: https://www.deviantart.com/returnwho/ar ... -966556523

With that out of the way, enjoy the story

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Edmund thrashed and struggled wildly as a hob carried him down into a tunnel, his hands and feet tied tightly with black rope and a cloth shoved harshly over his lips, keeping his mouth shut and muffling his protests. He had been skulking around the castle’s courtyard when a hob had ambushed and tied him up, and was now taking him to gods know where.

He eventually stopped his squirming, realizing that he wasn’t getting out of the ropes, nor the hob’s surprisingly strong grip, which was placed firmly on his bum, the hob’s four fingered hand gripping his right cheek tightly, as if to show any other underground creatures that this urchin boy was his and his alone. It made Edmund blush a bit, uncontrollably of course, as the young boy had never had this kind of physical contact with any of the other urchin kids skulking about the city.

Eventually, he was placed down as the hob made camp, to which the bound boy flopped helplessly onto his chest, bum raised high. The hob, being the cheeky goblinoid it was, smacked Edmund’s butt, before raising the boy’s tunic, revealing a black undergarment reminiscent of our world’s thongs. Again, the young boy blushed as he let out a muffled huff, staring at his captor with angry eyes as he whipped around.

The hob simply laughed it off, and began to create a campfire as well as setting down a pack filled with assorted junk, gold, and valuable scrap for goblin merchants in The Deep Market. After making the campfire, the hob made sure Edmund was still secure in his bonds and that his tunic still showed his bum, a sight he greatly enjoyed.

The young boy was blushing like mad as he began to struggle after the hob left him alone, but no matter how he tried, the black rope held firm. It must’ve been reinforced or enchanted. The hob eventually fell asleep, but there seemed to be no way for the young boy to escape his bondage, unfortunately.

With no options, Edmund lay there, bum exposed, until he drifted off into the sweet embrace of sleep. He wouldn’t awake until they were almost at The Deep Market, his rear still out there for all to see, though he could do nothing about it. The hob spoke something to some bugbear guards in a language he didn’t understand, and was let into The Deep Market, a place for the various subterranean races of the world to do business in flesh. Particularly, they were fond of kidnapping young boys or girls and selling them as slaves, be it for pleasure, power or just simple collection.

All around them were market stalls with races from all across the continent, a troupe of Dragonborn adolescents muzzled so they couldn’t use their elemental breath weapons, young, plump Dwarven girls dressed in skimpy attire, even the occasional Centaur or Firbolg. Any race could be bought and sold here. And Edmund was just the latest.

He wasn’t that remarkable, all things considered. He was a young human boy, a bit tall for his age and with an athletic figure, but otherwise nothing compared to the exotic races seen here. Eventually, the hob set the young boy down and shackled him by the neck to a post, next to him, another human boy, dressed in blue and with a rather large rump.

He knew this boy… Adriannos, if he recalled correctly. A beloved servant of the young Drow lord who owned the castle where he was kidnapped. If a boy of his station was able to be stolen, then gods knew who else had been taken by these subterranean kidnappers.

To his left was a tall Lizardfolk girl, her scales a vibrant orange. She was gagged by a leather muzzle, and her chains seemed to be magically reinforced, as Lizardfolk, even young ones like her, were known to be one of the strongest races in this plane.

He nudged her gently with his foot, causing her to look his way with a confused hiss. She gave Edmund a look of confusion, seeing another human down in The Deep Market was rare, after all, but she gently nuzzled him with her muzzled snout, sighing gently and closing her eyes.

Edmund did the same to her, as well as to Adriannos. They would endure this together for as long as they could, gods willing they aren’t sold off to different buyers. They’d find a way to escape this place… Eventually…