By: Bayokko
Rating: MA
Fandom: Original
Warnings: Master/Slave, Anal, Oral, Violence (Not in sex), Chubby.
This is the story of a young man named William who works as a baker in a small English village. One day a group of vikings attack his hometown and he ends up getting kidnapped by one of the vikings, a man named Bjorn. After his capture William finds himself subject to the lust of his captor having to endure the large mans sexual demands. Bjorn however get’s more then he bargains for when he begins to realize that he’s becoming attracted to the young baker. Now both Bjorn and William have to endure each other while keeping their affair secret from Bjorn’s father, their friends, and a sinister man named Gunnar.
Chapter 1
It was a quiet autumn morning like any other in the small 15th century town of Wickshire. It was a quiet and peaceful little seaside village except for the early morning hustle and bustle of the main street market place. The common people went about their usual business with the normal level of boisterous conversation. Which despite the earliness of the hour rose from the streets as a great ruckus letting everyone know that the day was going to be busy like any other. It was a great surprise to many on that crowded street that an even louder bellowing broke through their noise and permeated the air.
“William get your lazy ass out of that bed!” A gruff voice called out from one of the many houses. Several people stopped for a second wondering why on earth someone would be yelling that loudly first thing in the morning before they remembered that they had other places to go and moved on. Inside however the disturber of the peace, an overweight, dirty looking man in his late fifties with bushy eyebrows stood at the bottom of the house’s staircase. Growling and glaring up at the door at the top. “What the fuck is wrong with that boy?” He snarled.
Behind the door laying in the center of a ratty old bed was a large blanket covered lump. The person beneath the fabric groaned a bit as the annoying noise from downstairs reached his tired ears. It seemed that whoever it was, was trying to just ignore the shouting man and get some more sleep. But that idea seemed to be in vain because as soon as he got comfortable again another bellowing of, “GET THE HELL UP NOW WILLIAM!!” echoed through the house. At this second command the blanket was thrown clear off in a panic and the once sleeping man in the bed sat up.
“I’m up! I’m Up dad!” The sleeping man, William said panicky he didn’t need the man downstairs to yell at him again. “I‘ll be right down sir!” He added bounding from the bed. as he quickly rose from the nice warmth of his bed he banged his head on the low ceiling causing the poor man to stumble and fall out of the bed landing on the floor with a groan of pain.
{William: “Ouch I remember that. Seems like a bad way to start the day huh? Well looking back to that time I’d have to say that was one of my better mornings. At least I woke up without my drunken fathers breath in my face or one of his “Girlfriends” trying to steal some of my belongings. What? Who am I you ask? Well that’s me on the floor right now rubbing his newly acquired lump. William, William Wolsey, Baker extraordinaire! Or at least that’s what it says on the sign to my bakery. I’d tell you some more but that’s going to have to wait for later because my dads about to grace me with his presence in a few seconds.”}
As William sat on the floor rubbing the large bump forming on his head the door to his room burst open It nearly flying off it’s hinges from the force. The man from downstairs, Williams father, Jacob stood in the doorway glaring at his son. “By the Dragon what the hell is taking you so long!” He scolded his words slightly slurred. “By this rate it will be midday before you get your fat ass down to that bread shop of yours!”
“It’s called a bakery Father.” William defended weakly. “And you know me I’m the best baker around. I can have twenty loaves done by ten.” The younger man gave the other a small smile hoping to defuse his bad mood.
Unfortunately this only seemed to make him even more angry. With a low growl The older man raised his hand as if to hit his son but instead he waved him off dismissively. “Just hurry up and get out of here boy I’m already sick of you today.” Jacob said turning away and leaving the room.
“Love you to dad.” William said once he was sure the older man was out of earshot. eh didn’t need his father hearing him and thinking he was being smart. After taking a few moments to recover from his fathers rude intrusion William stood up and gently closed the door. “Better get ready for work.” He sighed to himself.
{William: “Yeah got a happy home life don’t I? It was happier a few years ago when my mother, Mary was still alive. I remember waking up happy everyday back then, even when my father was drunk. Ever since she passed though things just haven‘t been the same.”}
As William crossed the room he stretched a little his back cracking as he made his way over to the baroque. Standing in front of it he lowered his hands into the murky bowl of water he kept there and quickly washed his face. With the water trickling down his face he smiled at himself in his smoky cracked mirror nailed to the wall.
The baker was a man in his early twenties with bright blue eyes and sandy brown hair that was a little unkempt but trimmed short. He had what could only be described as a potato nose and a slightly pudgy face. Well… to be honest most of him was pudgy. Young William had what could be unmistakably be called a jelly belly and a backside that seemed to stick out a little.
{William: “Not going to be winning any beauty contest am I? But… for what it’s worth I think I look good. Now if I can only get someone else to see that He-he.”}
After shedding his long night shirt, William got dressed in his work attire which was really just his normal everyday clothes and an old tattered apron that had seen better days. He then checked himself in the mirror again and gave himself a very lopsided smile. Seeing everything in place he turned to go downstairs. Just as he was about to reach the door he halted however remembering that he forgot something very important. Turning he walked back over to the baroque and opened up a drawer. After rummaging around a few seconds he produced a small heart shaped locket. He smiled as he placed the small piece of jewelry around his neck.
{William: “Guess you wondering why I’m wearing that huh? Well it belongs to my mother or more accurately it did. I wear it to remember her sort of. Plus if I did leave it home my father might find it and sell it for more booze or “Other“ things.}
With the small locket around his neck and hidden behind his collar William left his room and went downstairs. Upon reaching the ground floor the rank smell of liquor filled his nose making him sigh in disgust. Looking around the small house he shared with his father he quickly found the smeels source. Sitting in living room was his father. The hefty man was half asleep and surrounded by numerous empty liquor bottles.
“Geeze how much did you drink last night?” He asked scrunching his nose at the sight. As soon as the words left his mouth however William slapped his hand over his mouth. ‘Why did I say that!?’ he thought.
Jacob’s eyes snapped fully open the drunkard now wide awake. He placed the bottle he had been drinking from down and gave his son a death glare. “And Why the fuck do I have to tell you?’ His father began. “You have a problem with me drinking a little?”
{William: “A little?”}
“Sorry father.” William quickly apologized. “It just slipped out honest.” The old man eyed him for a few seconds before returning to his bottle. “Um dad… how about you join me at the bakery today?”
William really didn’t like the prospect of spending the day with the other man but he felt sort of guilty leaving him all alone and drunk. Jacob may have been a mean alcoholic but he was still family. “Maybe you could, um I don’t know… Help my with the customers or something?”
Jacob snorted. “I wouldn’t be caught dead down there boy, cooking is a woman’s job.” He let out a loud belch. “Real men work hard! Not fiddle around in the kitchen like sissies.”
‘I don‘t see you doing any hard work. What does that make you?’ William thought to himself. Out loud he was more amenable. “Well ok father if your sure.” The pair exchanged an awkward silence between them. Jacob’s answer quite clear from the dirty look he sparred his son. “I guess I’ll just be going then.” He said turning away.
“DAM RIGHT YOU WILL! GET OUT AND DON’T COME BACK TILL YOU’VE MADE ME MORE MONEY!!” Jacob shouted as William hurried out the door scared to death.
Once outside William took a deep sigh of relief glad to be out of the small house. His relief soon evaporated when he noticed several people standing outside of his house staring at him. They were mostly the neighbors and a few passersby’s. He noticed a few sympathetic looks among the crowd them obviously hearing what had just taken place. It was common knowledge by many that Williams father was a mean-spirited man, which had gained him some pity from those who lived near by.
“No need to worry folks.” William said trying to disperse the small crowd. “Just the usual morning rigmarole.” He gave the people a reassuring lopsided smile which seemed to appease their curiosity. Although there were several who began to gossip as they walked away.
“Problem with living in a small town.” William chuckled shaking his head. “Well enough of that I’ve got work ta do.” The young man took off down the street. Within a few minutes he was entering the main farmers market heading to his own business. As he passed by the many stands William said hellos and good mornings when prompted.
“Willie! Willie!” A stout elderly woman called out to William as he passed her. “Can I see you a moment?”
The Baker smiled to the woman and walked over to her fruit stand. “Good morning Mrs. Dewberry.” he said. “How are you today.”
“Oh fine, fine dear.” She said in a sweet voice. “How are you?
William shrugged “Same old, same old. Did you need me for something.”
“Yes, I was wondering if you would take this extra bushel of apples here off my hands.” she pointed to a small basket of apples some of which had small brown spots on them. “They’re about to go bad and I was wondering if you’d like to have them?”
William gave the woman a fake smile. He couldn’t turn down her nice offer something his mom had taught him. “Um… Sure thing Mrs. Dewberry, thanks.” He went over to the slightly spoiled fruit and picked it up.
“Just glad I can help you dear.” The woman said only half paying attention an actual customer drawing her away. “Just make sure to return the basket once they’re all gone.”
“Will do Mrs. Dewberry.” William said struggling with the heavy load.
{William: “As you can tell by what just happened I was sort of the towns charity case in those days. My mother had been the main provider of our household giving my fathers… hobbies. So when she passed the money dried up and we had to sell most of our things to pay for expenses. I was just lucky enough to scrape by with keeping the family bakery, which had been in the family for years.”}
Lugging the full basket of apples proved to be harder then William first thought. He had to groan in annoyance as a few fell out of the basket and bounced onto the ground below as he returned to walking. He was glad that only three more fell before he made it to his humble bakery. ‘why oh why does the bakery have to be so far away.’ William whined to himself.
{William: “To tell you the truth I really didn‘t mind where the bakery was. It was quite peaceful in fact located in a small cul-de-sac a small distance away from the main market place. It‘s hard to find if you don‘t know where to look. But luckily I have a loyal cliental. plus it doesn’t hurt being the only bakery in town.”}
When William finally made it to his shop he juggled the heavy basket on his hip as he tried to reach for the bakery keys in his back pocket. In the effort he almost dropped all the apples causing him to clutch the basket in both hands to regain balance.
“Having trouble this morning?“ A amused feminine voice came. Then seriously whoever it was added. “You need some help with that William?”
“Yeah looks like you got yer hands full little buddy.” A male voice added. William peered over the apples to find a young couple standing before him. One was a petite young woman with fair golden hair and a kind smile. Her male companion was large, taller then William with a muscled frame and short cut brown hair.
“Oh, Yeah sure thing Andrew. If you wouldn’t mind.” William said thankfully. The basket of apples was lifted from the bakers hands. “Thanks.”
“Sure thing Willie.” Andrew said grinning back. “I know how much trouble it can be lifting heavy things being a farm boy and all. It’s tough but it gives me muscles though.”
“Ah, yeah.” William said opening the door to the bakery. He held the door open and motioned for them to come inside. “How are you doing today Julie?” he asked the woman
“I’m doing good.” Julie answered as she entered the building. “Thought we’d stop by to get some shopping done.” She patted him on the arm as she passed.
“Pardon me pal.” Andrew said squeezing in next. As he passed him Andrew’s body brushed up against William’s stomach brushing up against the baker’s body.
“Um… yeah.” William muttered entering the building his face suddenly heating from the physical contact.
{William: “Bet your wondering why I’m all red in the face all of the sudden aye? Well as you can guess I’m smitten a little with part of this young couple here. Have been since we were kids.}
After making sure things were still in place from yesterday the young baker went behind the shops counter. “So what can I get you two.” He asked doing his best to act professional. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything fresh right now, just opening as you can see.”
“That’s fine William.” Julie said picking up some day old bread. “We actually came for some of this. It’s to make some bread pudding and your bread is the best ingredient I can find.”
“Thanks.” William said shyly his blush returning in force. he wasn’t used to such compliments. Most said his bread was just passable at best.
{William: “I’m a shy man aren’t I? Bet you guess the one I have the crush on is that beautiful woman there, right? Well… while she is a very pretty and the kind of woman anyone would die to be with. I’m afraid the one who I’m smitten with is…”}
“Um… Willie where can I put these my arms are about to fall off.” Andrew said.
“Sorry about that.” William apologized to the farmer. “Just place them down over there.” He finished pointing to the ground. The young baker watched as Andrew placed the basket onto the floor. Taking extra notice to how the farmers muscles moved and how his tight trousers showed off the shape of his backside as he squatted down.
{William: “Yup it’s the big lug over there. Not that my admiration does me any good. The man is strait, painfully so. In fact he‘s married to Julie over there. it wouldn’t matter anyway if he was like me in the day and age I live in you can’t exactly go about proclaiming your admiration for another man. unless you want to be hung that is.”}
William smiled his lopsided grin as he helped his two friends with their purchase and watched them leave the bakery afterwards. But as soon as he was alone again his unhappy frown returned. He was glad for the pair finding each other he truly was. But there would always be that small bit of jealousy it seemed. why couldn’t he find someone who would look at him the way Andrew looked at Julie.
“Just better get used to being like this Willie.” The baker said as he scooped out flour for the first tray of bread he was going to make. “Not like your prince charming is coming to find you right now.” William had to chuckle at the way he worded his thoughts. As if a prince would ever come for him.
{William: “Hum… Kind of depressing isn’t it. But that was my life back then. A loud surly father, a pity party from the townspeople, and an unrequited love for my old friend and I really didn’t expect anything to ever change… man was I ever wrong. Unknown to me at the time my life was about to be turned upside down.”
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