Disney's Robinhood is yet another childhood favorite of mine, but I hadn't thought much of fanfiction on it let alone a slashfic until I saw on the page of fellow fanfic writer, The Cool Kat's, an upcoming story involving the Sheriff of Nottingham capturing Robinhood leading to certain sexual acts. Having read this guy's awesome writing I couldn't wait for the story to come out and even gave some thought on how I would like that story to go. While I was disappointed when CK told me he had scrapped the idea it gave me an opportunity to stretch my writing chops and actually pen my own version of it.
So with his permission I have written my own account of the Sheriff's and Robinhood's encounter.
It's a 2 parter so here's the first part.
Just a warning, this one is a bit darker than my previous stories.
This story contains a dubcon, is just meant for entertainment purposes, and in NO WAY should be taken as an example of healthy or consensual relationships.
With all the other times he had been captured, he'd always found an obvious way out eventually, some chink in the plan, an overlooked mistake. There was none here though.
The fox's wrist were tied tightly behind him, his ankles were bound together as well, his upper torso bound to the back of the firm wooden chair he was forcefully erected in. He had even told Little John that he'd be gone for quite a while when he left their hideout in Sherwood forest. That was only a few minutes before the Sheriff got ahold of him. He wouldn't notice he was missing for hours.
The Sheriff stood with his arms folded in front of him. "Come on ole Robinhood. Lets here ya gloat your way outta this one. You're gonna be here a while as it is."
Gloat? no. But Robinhood felt he might as well keep up the unaffected banter. "If this is your place of residents I don't question your typical bad demeanor." he said remarking to the places unkempt disarray.
"Quit your lippin' Robin." The overweight wolf said. "This is an old Sheriffs quarters, stationed every few miles in the forest not been in use for a while."
That was obvious Robinhood thought to himself. The room they were in was clearly for prisoners, how fitting, Shackles on the floor, several wall mounted hooks, and three different sized stockades, what Robin imagined was for the most unruly of prisoners. The place was illuminated by two or three lanterns hanging from the ceiling.
"I believe this is the first time I've seen you since they let you out of prison. How was your stay."Robinhood asked sarcastically.
The Sheriff scowled. "Peachy. Shoulda known I'd be back eventually though. You 'n me we got unfinished business."
"So, how many years are you going to ask that I'm put away for this time?" Robinhood asked dryly.
The Sheriff said "None if ya play yer cards right."
Robinhood's ears perked. Now that was not what he had expected
The Sheriff dragged a chair in front of Robinhood and sat in it backwards with his arms resting on the top of the chairs back
"I gotta proposition for ya ole Robin."
"I'm listening" Robinhood said, positive the Sheriff was going to ask him to perform some illegal crime, or even worse. This wasn't going to be easy to negotiate out of.
The Sheriff began "Now I understand that this task may not be somethin' you're used to... but frankly I don't give two shits what you're used to. I'm willin' to let you go tonight if you'll do this one thing for me. Lately I've bee a little 'pent up' so ta speak. I could use a release... in my nether regions."
Robinhood cocked his head to the side. He had to be hearing the Sheriff wrong.
"You gotta nice set of lips on ya, but i don't trust them choppers you got. Anyways I'm more interested in that nice lil' ass of yours."
Robinhood couldn't believe his ears. "You're going to rape me then let me go?" he asked incredulously.
"Rape?" the Sheriff asked shocked. "How hard-hearted do you think I am Robin? You honestly think if I was the rape type I'd be picking you?"
"Then what do you want?" Robinhood asked growing more confused as he was repulsed.
"I want you to say that you're ready and willin' to be fucked by me. Thas what matters t'me."
Robin was dumbfounded. "Then I'm afraid Sheriff that I have to inform you that you are quietly out of your mind."
"So thats a 'no.' " the Sheriff pondered rather playfully.
"Of course it's a 'No' " Robinhood said.
"Well, see now thassa problem there, Robin." The Sheriff said standing up a smile of appeal on his face.
Robin eyed him suspiciously something told him that his refusal only made him happier. The Sherriff reached into his pocket and produced a piece of cloth. He walked behind Robinhood lashing it in front of him and tied it tightly over Robinhood's mouth. "I want you to keep that mouth of yours shut till you're beggin fer it."
Robinhood made a few incoherent swears at the Sheriff. He couldn't imagine what else he could mean. The Sherrif undid the ropes that held him to the chair though he naturally didn't touch the binding on his wrist and ankles. and in one fell swoop picked up the fox and slung him over his shoulder and walked back to his own chair and sat in it.
Once sitting he picked up Robinhood again placed him face down across his large lap with his stomach and chest resting on the Sheriff's knees and thighs. Robin knew he couldn't squirm off. Even if he did he would just pick him back up. He had never noticed the Sheriff's strength before. What was he doing anyway? Robin couldn't tell much as his odd position over the Sheriff's knees gave him only a view of the ground and the floor below.
Then the Sheriff spoke again. "Don't know if your parents ever did this to you when you were a youngin', but if you wont comply with what I want you to do, there's always the old fashioned way of getting you to submit."
It's not what I'm thinking... Robinhood thought He couldn't be... He wouldn't-
SMACK
Robin cringed at the sudden pain, but didn't have much time to dwell on it as it was followed by another resounding SMACK brought on by the Sheriff's hand delivering a second slap to his buttocks.
Robinhood couldn't believe it. The Sheriff was spanking him. Did he do this with other captures? No, this had to be special treatment. He had him over his knee spanking his behind raw, he had done everything but make him cut the switch.
And it hurt. God did it hurt.
And he got 15 in all, each one having him moaning into the cloth that deadened his cries just a little more each time.
SMACK "mphph!"
SMACK "mphph!"
SMACK "mphph!"
After the 15th one, the Sheriff stopped for a moment. "So pardner, what do ya say now?" the Sheriff said sticking his finger into the cloth allowing Robinhood's mouth some moving room
Robinhood tried his best to glare up at the Sheriff at the awkward angle. "You're really sick, you know that, Sheriff?"
"Now that doesn't sound like 'sure whatever you say.' Guess we'll just have to try a stricter method." Sheriff said re-tightening the gag
"But wathmph" Robinhood began before his mouth became muzzled again.
He had been dreading what happened next. He felt the Sheriff dig his fingers into the waistline of Robinhood's trousers and pull them down to his mid thigh exposing his bare backside to the Sheriff that he was sure was getting redder from both the slaps and the embarrassment.
He heard the Sheriff fumble for something at his belt then something smooth and flat pressed against his cheeks. The Sheriff slowly rubbed the cool surface across his heated rump letting his skin get an early feel for its next object of impact. "If a calloused hand won't do the trick," said the Sheriff "perhaps a good encounter with the paddle will."
A paddle! we've moved up to a paddle already?
Robin took a deep breath
he wouldn't give into the pain, that was the most important-
SMACK
The shock had gotten him as much as the pain as he gave a cry of anguish into the gag. The paddle was much worse than the hand and now Robin had given away his weakness.
The Sherif smiled, pleased with the reaction. "I can keep this spanking up all night till you eventually succumb." said the Sheriff tapping the paddle against his cheeks "Either way, I'm pounding that ass tonight. My advice, submit early so your ass aint so sore when I do get it. It'll only get worse from here."
Robinhood's earlier stint on staying strong was now disbanded. He had to give in.
He knew he was playing right into the very thing the Sheriff wanted but he had a point. He was in the Sheriff's hands and there seemed to be no way out. If it was going to happen no matter what, there wasn't any sense in putting himself through more pain than he needed to.
SMACK
Robinhood squirmed trying to make an incoherent statement through the cloth. The Sheriff seemed to understand what he was saying and pulled he gag down before asking "Are you gunna take my cock?" SMACK
"Yssss" Robinhood grunted.
"Gonna take it right up your ass?" SMACK
"Yes!"
"Repeat it, boy."
"But I-" SMACK "I'm going to take your cock up my ass!"
"Say 'I WANCHA to fuck my ass' "
The Sherrif paused before giving another as Robinhood breathed out "I want you to fuck my ass."
"Now see pardner that wasn't so hard." said the Sheriff grinning.
Robin couldn't believe what he had just said, or what he was doing. He had been coaxed into giving himself over sexually to one of his greatest enemies. He felt sick to his stomach and the heinous act hadn't even started yet.
After placing the wooden paddle back on his belt, he tightened the gag once more and picked up Robinhood again.
He stood Robinhood shakily on his two tied feet in front of an opened stock. Forcing Robinhood to bend over he quickly undid Robin's hands only to place them and his head in their respective stockade holes.
After securing the lock and making sure the stock wouldn't open, Robinhood felt his trousers being pulled down all the way to his ankles this time, the Sheriff now getting a prime look while he wasn't spanking it.
"Yessiree," the Sheriff said admiring. "A nice, pert bottom that's ripe fer the fuckin'"
Robinhood could see why these stocks were used for punishment. Even if victims of its use weren't about to be raped, this was still an uncomfortable position and a degrading way to be mocked. As an accessory for rape though, it was much much worse. Bent over, his derriere so exposed, so vulnerable.
Sheriff walked around in front of Robinhood. He squatted down till he was on his level with him and grabbed Robin's chin so he looked Robin square in the eyes. "all right now, Robinhood, you know you're getting fucked, no use in you trying to fight it. Understand?"
Unable to respond, Robin nodded, his chin only moving as much as the Sheriff allowed.
"And since no one will hear ya out here Imma take the gag off. I wanna hear ya beg after all" he chuckled before saying more sternly "and I BETTER hear ya beg. I aint got no problem beating your ass more while im poundin it. Understand?"
Robinhood nodded again. The Sheriff undid the gag and let the cloth hang loosely around Robinhood's neck.
"What do you want Robinhood?" he asked innocently with his usual smug smile.
Robinhood exhaled deeply looking the Sheriff in the eyes though every fiber of his being didn't want to. "I want you to fuck me." he said through gritted teeth.
"Well if that's what you want, who am I to deny you?" said the Sheriff standing up beginning to undo his belt.
Oh is that your cute way of justifying that I asked for this? Robinhood thought.
The Sheriff unbuckled his belt, shoved his trousers down and Robinhood practically laughed at the sight. He had to work hard to stifle the laugh, for a moment actually wishing he had the gag back on.
While nowhere near the smallest of its kind, the Sheriff's package was such a pitiful specimen compared to the Sheriff's big talk. It was no longer than the Sheriff's longest finger, and worst of all, Robin could tell it was already fully aroused, most likely having gotten there during the spanking. An anti-climax of the anatomy.
But the jollity in that didn't stay for too long. There was something else to take into account; the Sheriff's overall size. His package was small compared to the rest of him but the Sheriff's obvious bigger size in species meant it wouldn't be so small to Robinhood. And ultimately he knew it would still be hard to take.
After he stepped out of his trousers the Sherrif walked back behind Robinhood. He spat in his hand and rubbed it on his cock as some makeshift lube.
Robin felt the Sherrif playfully run his member down his crack preparing for the entry and Robin tensed up even more.
The Sherriff couldn't help but let the subtext come to the surface amongst all the joking. "Well, Ole Robin, you fucked me over real bad back then. Now lets see how you like feeling fucked."
With that Robinhood took a deep breath as he felt a widening of his asshole and his bodily urge to fight against it, but he could only shrink into the stock so much before he had no place to go. The stock held strong though and wouldn't give much. Thank God it's as small as it is because I don't think I could handle even a slightly above average sized one.
As the Sheriff kept steadily pushing in he said "I should've figured you'd have a tight hole but damnit, Robin, you're like a damn vice grip. You like having my cock fill your rump?"
"Yes," Robinhood said his voice straining knowing he'd have to make his outcries more exclamatory soon unless he wanted more of the Sheriff's paddling.
It took a few moments until the Sheriff was all in, but when he was he said "Alright well here we go." The Sheriff moved his hips back and Robinhood felt the shaft in him receding. Right when he felt as if if nothing of it was left in him he braced for the inevitable ramming back in but instead the Sheriff pushed back in not anywhere near as fast as he'd expected.
Robin couldn't help but question why the Sheriff was starting off so slow when he was aware there was no way he could object. Not that it wasn't another thing he was grateful for. Maybe penetrating too quickly must not feel good for the penetrator either. Though it crossed his mind, he didn't think about it too long. Just it's presence in him made thinking hard.
The Sheriff continued moving in and out clearly creating a groove before saying "Hard parts over, now for the fun. Are you ready for this?"
"Can't wait," Robinhood said. It must have sounded sarcastic though because the Sheriff gave him a light swat to his bottom, hardly enough to hurt normal but just enough to enliven the still sensitive skin there. "Watch that tone Robin," the Sheriff said warningly.
"Sorry," Robinhood muttered.
He felt the Sheriff's hands grab onto his thighs trying to get a better grip as he began to pump even faster. "How does that dick feel inside ya?"
"It feels unbelievable Sher-ughghohhhhh"
What was that? just like the wince while spanking his own reaction took him by surprise. The Sheriff had just hit a spot in him that set off a reaction immense pleasure.
The Sheriff, having noticed, asked "Liked that one didn'tcha?"
"Yes! Sheriff" Robinghood wasn't sure what he'd just hit inside of him, but dammit if that was going to be the only time. "Hit that spot again but harder."
Robinhood only then noticed then that he felt his own manhood erect as can be. When did that happen? In this position he doubted that the Sheriff could see it but that was the least of his worries now. He needed more.
The Sheriff jokingly said "So want me to pull out now or keep going?"
Fed up with the Sheriff's teasings Robinhood barked "fuck me harder, harder you bastard!"
Dammit why did he have to have such a mediocre dick so hard to reach that spot?
In spite of the expletive name, the Sheriff obliged, he would have anyway though. He was clearly flying high on this, angling his hips to quicken his pace and delivery into that tight rump of his (former?) mortal enemy.
When the Sheriff felt himself getting close he leaned over so his chest touched the fox's back and whispered in his ear "Howz About I fill that nice lil' ass up with a nice load of cum?"
"Oh yes," Robinhood whined hardly aware of what he wanted anymore. "Fill me up!"
A few seconds later the Sheriff hiked up his heals and yowled as he came hard and Robinhood felt his innards get soaked with his seed. It sure holds a lot for its size. But in that tremendous moment he also felt himself release his own seed like a flood breaking free, shooting it onto the ground beneath the stock. He forgot how long it'd been since he'd came.
Robinhood felt the Sheriffs breath in his ear, heavy panting. A second later the Sheriff stood up, slowly pulled out, took another step and once again had to lean on the stock for balance. "Hooweee, Imma need a breather." he said shakily walking over to the chair again.
"Hey what about me?" Robinhood said coming down from a place he wasn't entirely convinced he had been.
"Hold your horses, I'll get to ya after I relax for a bit." the Sheriff said sitting down.
"We had a deal, Sheriff."
"Hey there," the Sheriff sat forward threateningly. "You can either let me catch my breath or I can make sure you'll be up all night with more ass whippins."
Robinhood clammed up as the Sheriff slumped in a chair as his chest's rising and falling both slowed.
With his own mind beginning to slow down, a thought resurfaced to Robinhood. It had occurred to him several times during the ordeal probably starting at the proposition itself. "This isn't your first time doing this kind of thing, is it, Sheriff?"
"What? Captured people fer sex?" the Sheriff said lackadaisically. "No. You're the first and only one."
Robinhood shook his head (not very much in the stock ) "No I just meant..."
"Oh, with a man you mean?" the Sheriff said. "Then, yeah, not the first time."
"I never would have guessed... before this." Robinhood clarified. "I didn't even know of anyone in Nottingham who... was like that."
The Sheriff said "Well then you've never visited anyone in the prisons."
"The prisons?" Robinhood said confused.
"Well after your little rampage on the castle and Richard came back, me and Johnny were sent to jail together. Seeing as how he and I both put a lot of the prisoners there, we already had targets painted on us. Some of 'em wouldn't be content with beatin' the snot outtaya. Men have urges even in prison. I guess I knew that but it didn't really occur to me until then."
"So does that mean... that you...?" Robin trailed off, something he was doing a lot in this conversation.
The Sheriff's eyes narrowed "Yeah, I got it in the ass if thas what you mean."
"How did-"
The Sheriff spat out "You really wanna know?! About a week into my sentence, 3 other prisoners ambushed me in a seldom used back room where there weren't any guards. Tied my hands behind my back and a rag across my mouth, sound familiar? They bent me over a table. Two of them held me down while the third entered me deep and shot his load even deeper. Then they'd rotate, taking turns. Does hearing that make you feel better?"
A little, yes he thought but he only said "It's just hard to picture the great Sheriff of Notingham submitting to anyone."
The Sheriff gave a sarcastic chuckle then said "Yeah, well, alot would say the same about the famed Robinhood askin' to be fucked by the Sheriff."
Robinhood cocked his head to the side (again, not much in the stalk)"You aren't really acting like I asked for-"
"After a while I got wise to how they opp'rated. I was able to avoid 'em. Johnny wasn't so lucky. Smaller'n me and he didn have any experience defendin' himself so I decided to keep doing it for 'em. Once we stuck together things quieted down. Me and John became something of a... 'prison couple.' I had his back. And as a result I had his body in exchange, and he had mine. He actually got to liking it. But only when it was me he was doing it with.
"It had been announced that me and John would be set free in a week into command of his brother, Richard. I guess some of the other prisoners heard and wanted one last big night with us...
So there's the first part. In the next part we get the Sheriff's account of what happened to him and John in prison.
Let me know what your thoughts are, This is a little different from my Swat Kat stories (and the 2nd half will be very different too) but I'd like to know what you think. I really haven't gotten much feedback on this one since I posted it. :(
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