Bottom's Tale

Bottom's Tale
Elizabeth Jewell
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Copyright ©2007, 2014 Elizabeth Jewell
An Authorized Excerpt

The last few days had been the worst of Tad Merryman's life. He should have listened to his friends and stayed out of the woods on Midsummer's Night, but he'd gotten caught up gathering wood to sell around town. Besides, he'd had no reason to believe the ridiculous story floating around town about the King and Queen of Fairies and their entourage cavorting in the nearby woods. Everybody knew there were fairies in the woods, but the King and Queen, exiled from Greece due to a squabble with Zeus? That sounded more like a tale spun by the town bard who, though he himself was a good lay, didn't exactly spin a good lay.

But, because he hadn't heeded the warnings, Tad had spent one long night being far too enthusiastically used by Titania, the beautiful, beguiling, unbelievably horny Queen of Fairies, who had, indeed, been exiled along with her husband Oberon. Seemingly indefatigable, she had ridden him into exhaustion, then, spell broken, had tossed him aside like yesterday's trash. Not to mention cursing him.

Many men of Tad's acquaintance wouldn't have minded a bit if they'd been forced into an extended tryst with the fairy queen. She was, after all, beautiful and beguiling. And indefatigable. But, truth to tell, Tad wasn't particularly fond of girls. He'd spent the last few days putting up with general harassment about what had happened. And if he ever figured out who'd decided to start calling him "Bottom," he was going to kill them.

Not that there wasn't a perfectly good reason for the nickname to have taken hold -- he was just mortified that anyone had clued in to his habits well enough to figure it out.

He still wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve all this, other than be in entirely the wrong place at the wrong time. He'd done a reasonably good job of pleasuring the fairy queen, if he did say so himself, even if his experience pleasuring women was limited. It wasn't his fault that fuck Puck, egged on by Oberon, had ensorcelled the two of them in the first place. In fact, the whole thing could have been avoided if Titania would just learn to get along better with her husband. So it was her fault, when it came down to it.

She hadn't seen it that way, though. As soon as she'd come back to herself, she'd screamed, called him any number of vile names, then thrown enough fairy dust at him to choke a horse. He hadn't worked out exactly what the magic had done to him until later.

It was probably the tanner who had told everyone. On his morning route delivering wood, as he did to make ends meet between harvests, Tad had cornered the tanner for a quick fuck. It wasn't the first time he'd done it. It was, however, the first time he hadn't been able to follow through.

It hadn't taken long for him to work out what had happened. Tad had always been a top. He'd always preferred men but had never wanted to be taken. He did the taking. The thought of a slim, muscular body under him never failed to rouse him into flinty hardness.

Until now.

Now he tingled in a different way when he looked at the tanner, or the cooper, or the chandler in the next village over, all of whom had bent over for him more than once. Now he burned to have them inside him, and when he thought of topping them, his cock remained stubbornly limp.

That bitch. The spell she'd cast on him had turned him into a bottom. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.