By: Bayokko
Rating: MA
Fandom: Original
Warnings: Master/Slave, Anal, Oral, Violence (Not in sex).
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 10
{William: “I spent every day for the next five weeks cooking and helping Aida with her chores. All and all it wasn’t terrible Aida was a talkative and friendly person and pretty soon we became the best of friends. After the first few days she had the idea of teaching me how to cook something else besides bread. I wasn’t to sure about my abilities but after she tasted the food I made she exclaimed that I must secretly be a gourmet chef. That gave me a laugh but she claimed she was dead serious. She served my food to our “Masters” and returned telling me that Bjorn and his guests raved about it. As if I could care less.
Speaking of that hairy pig he came by the kitchen every day during that time. He tried speaking to me each time asking me questions about what I liked and talking kindly to me. I had no idea why he doing this but I gave up nothing replying with short simple hums and nuh-uhs. He would tire eventually and go off and speak with Aida for a few moments before leaving to do other things. But of course the next day he would return and try again.”}
William hummed to himself as took a potato from a pile and began to peel it expertly. This morning William found himself in a happiest mood he had been in in a while. Bjorn the never-ending source of annoyance had neglected to show up for his daily visit. William took this as a good sign.
“Maybe the big lug has finally give up.” The baker said to himself. There was a twinge of regret when he had said that but he quickly brushed it off and pored the peeled and cut potatoes into a big bubbling pot of stew. He smiled as the smell from the liquid wafted up. “Hummm…. This is turning out really nice.” He commented.
The stew had been Aida’s idea. claiming that if he made it, it would be the best stew ever made. William still didn’t believe her when she said stuff like that but agreed to make it for her.
{William: “Speaking of the brunette… where was she? She said she would be back… oh there she is!”}
As if on cue the middle aged woman choose that moment to enter the kitchen. In her arms was a heavy bushel of vegetables picked from the castles garden. Seeing her struggling William hurried over and took it from her. “Oh thank you William!” She said smiling. “It seems to get harder and harder for me to lift heavy things like this. Glad I can get some help from handsome men like you.”
Hearing the plural word the sandy haired man quirked an eyebrow in question. Whet he was about to asked was answered when a voice called out from behind Aida. “Hey Miss Aida can I put these down now?”
William looked behind the slave woman to see a young man of eighteen years standing behind her holding a second basket of produce. He was a skinny boy with a head of messy black hair wearing semi nice clothing.
“Miss? Listen to him, the boy is always the charmer.” Aida laughed. “William this here is Har- oh no!” during her introduction she noticed the pot of stew boiling over and quickly rushed over to tent to it.
William and the young man both chuckled seeing her rush over. The lad then shifted the basket he carried to one side and held out his hand for the baker to shake. “Hello there the names Harald pleasure to meet you Mr….”
The baker had to smile at the younger man he was very polite. “You can call me William, Harald.” He said taking the other man hand. ‘Come on I’ll show you where you can put those.” William led the boy over to the pantry and quickly showed him where to sit the vegetables. “So you live here to?” He asked Harald as they walk out into the kitchen.
He nodded. “Yes my entire life.” His words saddened William it was hard to hear that this nice young man had been a slave his entire life. “So you’re the new guy everyone’s talking about. I had a bit of yuir bread friend very good.”
William chuckled and shook his head. What was with everyone and complimenting his cooking. “Well thank you very much Harald. Your welcome to help yourself to some more of it. I just finished some earlier.” He pointed to a stack cooling on a table. “Just don’t tell that old buzzard king you took a piece. He’s a real grouch.”
Harald laughed. “Aye that he is Willie.” the boy went over took a piece of bread then bid his goodbye to both William and Aida.
“He’s a sweet kid” William commented to Aida as he returned to work.
“That he is.” Aida said. “Has been since he was a little one.”
William picked up another potato and began peeling. “He was dressed real nice to.” He said “Wish I had better clothes. This old burlap sack is beginning to tear a bit.”
Aida turned to him examining the mans clothing. “I’ve noticed, we’ll have to be getting you a new one soon.”
As the pair talked the had no idea that a certain someone was listening to their conversation. After he heard the comment about the clothing a happy grin spread across his read bearded face. “Now I’ve got something tae give the boy.” He whispered.
************
Three more days…
A pained groan escaped from Williams lips as he made his way to Bjorn’s room intending on going strait to bed. The day had been long, there was a wedding somewhere in town in two days and “Master” Magnus being the boisterous leader he was had volunteered food for the affair. Which meant William and Aida as well as some other servants were busy from sunup to sun down making food for the affair. Finally after the fiftieth cooked boar Aida made the baker go to bed.
As he walked to the sleeping chamber door and opened it he hoped That Bjorn wasn’t home. That way he could go into his own room without having to see him. Unfortunately when he entered the room he found the man sitting on his bed with a big grin on his face.
Instantly William stiffened and backed away. When ever he had gotten that look from Bjorn in the past it meant he was going to force his face into his hairy red bush for a suckling. “What… what’s wrong?” William asked specious.
“Nothing m’boy I’ve got so something for you.” Bjorn stood up and held out a wrapped parcel to the other man. “Here a gift.”
William looked at the strange item then up an Bjorn. ““Master” I don’t have time for this please just let me get some sleep.” He said pushing the gift back.
Bjorn growled in annoyance. He was trying to be nice here and was till being rebuked. “No you will take this understand boy.” He shoved the package back at William.
The baker must have been really tired today because his usual façade of the good slave was shattered and he once again shoved the gift back. “Look just let me be!”
“I’ll let you be you petulant child when you take this dammed gift and open it!” Bjorn roared.
William huffed at the other mans fierceness and finally snatched the parcel away and tore into it. Inside he found a fine shirt and a pair of nice brown breeches. “What’s this laundry for me to do?” William snapped.
Bjorn gave an exasperated groan. “Nay lad it’s new clothing for you. I reckon yuir tired of that burlap toga of yuirs.”
{William: “I was tired of wearing the itchy thing but no way was I going to act grateful for this gift.”}
“Thanks but no thanks I can handle wearing this.” William placed the clothing down onto a chair and proceeded to walk into his room.
“Put them on boy or I’ll rip yuir toga off of you myself and dress ye.” William looked back at the other man. A scared look on his face. Softening his words Bjorn added. “Don’t worry lad I won’t really do that just put on the clothes ok. I want tae see you in them if you don‘t mind.”
{William: “I better just do what he says or else I won’t get any sleep.”}
Glaring William picked the clothes up and stormed over to his room. “Where are you going boy?” Bjorn shouted after him.
William spun around fire and brimstone in his eyes. “I’m doing as you commanded getting dressed. But I’ll be hell if I’ll disrobe in front of you.” He left slamming the door behind him.
Bjorn smiled a little the lad had taken the gift this was promising. Though he was a a shame that he didn’t undress in front of him. After a few minutes William reentered the room clad in his new outfit. Bjorn had to hold back a pleased gasp. The baker looked very good so good the Viking prince had to hold himself back. He had an aching to do something to the boy, of course if he did those nice clothes would be coming off.
“There happy.” William said snappishly. “Can I go to be now?”
Bjorn brought out of his dirty daydream and looked up at the other man. “Oh… yes, yes you can leave. Hope you like the clothes, not most slaves get to look as nice as you do right now.”
{William: “There’s that sweet talk again what is wrong with him? It’s like he’s courting me or something.”}
“Of course, good night sir.” that said William left the room as fast as he could.
Bjorn watched him go actually glad the lad had left. If the baker had remained in the room much longer he may have done something that would have broken his vow. Speaking of which he needed to relieve the throbbing erection he had gotten as he stared at the man in them clothes. Growling in frustration he fumbled for his belt buckle and yanked it open roughly letting his pants fall to the ground with a thud.
He stepped out of them and sat down on the bed. Sighing in pleasure he took hold of his cock and began to slowly pump it savoring the sensations he gave himself. Images of William reentered his mind. He imaged the baker slowly unbuttoning the white silk shirt he had worn and then pulling down those expensive breeches. The boy gave him a coy look then turned around showing off them perfectly round cheeks of his.
Oh!, How Bjorn wanted to just sink his dick right between those rosy mounds and into that tight warm hole. He imaged doing just that the baker moaning in joy as he was dominated by the bigger man. The pudgy man called out his name and begged him for more, to pound away at his lovely ass harder and harder until his master came into him roaring and clutching that plush intoxicating body. With that last thought Bjorn did roar yelling out “By dammed m‘boy!” As he came. His cum splattering on the stone floor of his room as he panted out of breath. “By the gods even the thought of that lad is enough to ignite a flame within” He said in shock. “I have to get him to submit to me I just have to or else I might go mad.”
In the room next store William sat leaning against the door leading to Bjorn’s room. He had heard the heavy breathing and incoherent muttering and was shocked. As the bearded man had finished his act the baker had also herd the man call out The word baker, so it was no question who he had been masturbating to.
“Did that big brute really just do that?” The fact that the man wanted him so badly he would orgasm from just the thought of his visage was a bit flattering. But as soon as he thought that he reminded himself who the man was. A monster, a pig. Part of the group who had burned his home to the ground and who had forced him to pleasure him on several occasions. Having any other thought except disgust for that man was wrong, very wrong. Wronging all the people he had murdered and raped in the past.
Standing up and walking over to the bed William laid down and tried to get some sleep. He had a full day tomorrow.
************
The next night…
“I am so glad I don’t have to cook tomorrow.” William said cheerfully. The reason for the chubby mans good mood was that he was finally finished with the food for the wedding tomorrow. And to top it all off he had been told that he wouldn’t have to make meals for his “masters” Them being at the feast he had prepared. Getting ready to lie on his bed he was annoyed to hear a loud banging on his door.
Cursing to himself he went over and opened it. Standing on the other side was Bjorn dressed in his day clothes. The man was giving him a small smile. “Did you need something.” William said smartly.
“Yes lad in fact I do.” He flourished presenting a large wooden tub to the other man. “I need tae take a bath for tomorrows celebration m’boy and I you need to fill the tub for me.”
William sighed looking at the tub. “Do I have-” Bjorn gave him a stern look. “-Fine where’s the water pump?”
“It’s located behind the castle. You can get there by going down the hall and turning to the right. It won’t be a hard task to get the tub filled quickly.” Bjorn explained handing him a pair of buckets. “Use one of these here to fill the tub and fill the other one so I have somethin’ tae rinse off with.”
{William: “It won’t be hard he says! I wonder how the papered prince of Valhalla would like to drag several buckets of water down a long hall.”}
“Oh and lad don’t ye forget tae heat up the water b’fore you pore it into the tub.” Bjorn added. “I’ll be kind enough to start a fire for ye to do so.” Giving the man a dirty look William took the buckets and left for the pump.
After about a hundred or so trips the sandy haired man had the large tub filled to the brim. He panted as he pored the last bucket into the tub then looked around for his “Master” the large man had left his room around the thirtieth rotation saying he needed to talk to Aida about something and had not returned yet.
“I swear if that man made me do all this work only for me to have to me prepare another hot bath later I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Bjorn asked walking in. He had heard the threat but was not mad about it. In fact he was happy to hear a bit of fire in the bakers voice.
“Nothing.” William huffed. “Here I’ve finished filling your bath now may I please go.”
“Nay lad I need someone tae help me wash.” Bjorn said. He began unbutton his shirt. “People have drowned in tubs like these, so it’s always good to have someone around ta watch.”
William sighed. “Sure they have. …This better not be a ruse to assault me again?” He said turning to Bjorn. The larger man had removed his shirt and was in the process of unbuckling his belt. suddenly embarrassed at seeing the other man in that state half dressed the baker turned away.
Bjorn had noticed the quick glance from the younger man and smiled to himself. ‘This was not my intention but this may do the trick.’ He thought, out loud he said. “Lad do not worry I am a man of my word I shall not touch ye unless you allow it.”
“And why on earth would I allow that.”
“I’m sure I have no idea boy.” The Valhallan allowed his breeches to fall to the floor and stepped out of them. “Come here and assist me.”
Frowning William said “What you can’t even get in the tub by yourself?” Getting no answer he did as asked and went over to the other man. He allowed Bjorn to place a hand on his shoulder and enter the pool of warm water using him as a support.
The smaller man grunted as the barbaric man put his weight on him and lifted his leg to step into the tub. William annoyed at being used like this decided to remain quiet opting to look down instead. He was sorry for this action however because it gave him a view of the Vikings cock.
Despite the numerous times he had suckled the nasty thing he had never really seen it clearly. His attention at that time being focused on fighting his assaulter off, not admiring it. Now that he did have a look he had to gulp in awe. the cock was large even it‘s softened state and surrounded by thick pubic auburn hair. ‘How did I ever get that inside of me?’
The bakers peepshow was interrupted when Bjorn lifted his other leg and entered the tub slipping into the warm water and sitting down the liquid coming up to his midsection.
“Now that feels good.” Bjorn sighed as the warm water soothed his muscles feeling so relaxed he leaned back and closed his eyes. After a few moments of enjoying the heat he reopened his eyes and looked over to William. He was pleased to see the baker had a slight blush on his face. “Boy! Wake up and get to work scrubbing my back.” He commanded.
William snapped out of his haze and nodded in acknowledgment. He picked up the rag Bjorn had brought with the tub and wetted it. “You promise you won’t do what you did the first time I bathed you?” Be asked before beginning.
Bjorn bit back a frown. ‘The lad still doesn’t trust me I see? Then again why would he.’ Sighing Bjorn answered the other mans question. “I said I wouldn’t lad and I meant it! Now get tae work I haven’t the time nor patience for yuir nonsense.” He leaned forward presenting his back to the other man
Believing him this time William went to work scrubbing the big mans back. It was a tough job the warrior had a lot of back to clean and all of it was covered in course hair. Diligently scrubbing the skin in front of him he found himself beginning to breath faster and his blushing again. He might have not liked Bjorn but having to rub and scrub a naked man was doing things to him.
Things that were better off ignored. Deciding to get his mind off of the task William began to softly hum his mothers song again. The melody was always a pleasant one which helped him forget troubles and cheered him up often.
Bjorn had begun to nodding off from both the incessant rubbing and the warm water surrounding him but became awake when he heard the humming from behind him. The older man recognized it from when the baker had suckled him in the past. It was the song he always sang when Bjorn forced him to do it. Curious he finally decided to ask what it was. “Boy tell me what you are humming there?”
When the question was asked William stopped fearing he had upset the man somehow. He didn’t need him getting angry and decide to punish him. Choosing his words carefully William spoke. “Sorry I’ll stop?”
“No don’t I was enjoying it actually.” Bjorn said. “You’ve hummed it before have you not?”
“Um…yes I have.”
{William: Great the pig remembers that I hummed when he forced me to pleasure him.”}
Hearing the worry in the slaves voice Bjorn quickly finished. “It’s a delightful melody what is it called?”
“It doesn’t really have a name.” William explained. “My mother made it up when I was young.”
Bjorn frowned at the mention of mothers. He hadn’t known his very well she was a distant woman. The baker obviously had a better relationship with his. It made Bjorn yearn to hear more. “Boy, I’m curious are there words to the song?
William sighed he didn‘t like where this was heading. “Yes sir there are.“
“Sing the words for me will you?”
“Now I have to sing for you?” William huffed. The larger man didn’t answer him only giving of an annoyed grunt. “Fine but my voice isn’t that good.” Clearing his throat William began to sing the song he had know since he was little.
Goodnight sun, hello evening star.
Hanging high above us shining, so far
Do you know how much we treasure. Your bright light
Cause when we see that glow we know all is right.
The world may seem harsh and unfair at times.
But when I look upon you I think to what’s mine
And a smile graces my face and all is right again
Because I have you shining above me my friend.
William felt himself becoming sadder and sadder as the song continued. Actually saying the words reminded him of what he lost. His mother, his bakery, even his freedom. Now here he was trapped in a strange land subject to a hairy brutes whims.
Bjorn had had a completely different reaction to the song. It was a sweet song which the baker had sung beautifully. His voice was so clear and sweet sounding. The sound had caused a warm fuzzy feeling to build in his gut with every word he heard. But fearing what this feeling was Bjorn quickly pushed them aside. But still he had to compliment the younger man for what he had done.
“That was lovely lad, you really have a good voice.” Bjorn said.
William was surprised by the kind words about his singing. ‘Th…Thanks but it wasn’t that great. I’m a terrible singer.”
Bjorn chuckled warmly. This was turning out nice the boy was flattered by his words. “Nonsense yuir voice was prefect.” The red head stated. “Yuir voice was as melodic as a woman’s.”
{William: “As a woman’s? Did…did he just me a girl again!!”
William angered about being compared to a woman stood up and looking around him quickly found the second bucket of water he had brought in during his last trip. He hadn’t put it near the fire to warm so it was icy cold. Picking it up he growled and dumped the entire contents on top of the others mans red-haired head.
When the icy cold water made contact with Bjorn’s skin he jumped strait up with a loud yowl. His sudden movement made him slip and tumble over the lid of the tub slamming his face into the hard stone floor. “WHAT THE FUCK!’ He tried to stand up again supporting his weight on his hand as he rose. But he only ended up slipping and banging his head again on the floor this time bloodying his nose.
He looked up to William who was giving him a satisfied smirk. “That’s what you get for calling me a woman!” He shouted at him.
Bjorn could hardly contain his rage towards the other man. Here he was a season Valhallen warrior. Sitting bare assed naked on the floor, covered in bruises (Including a nasty welt on his forehead.), and bleeding from the nose. “You smart assed little bastard!”
He lunged for William trying to get a hold of him. But the baker was to fast for him and ran. ‘What have I done?’ he said to himself as he watched the other man finally get to his feet. Bjorn’s face was beat red. ‘He’s going to kill me I know it.’ he dodged another attack and quickly ran into his room slamming the door shut behind him. He thought he was safe for a few seconds but was proven wrong when Bjorn began pounding on the door.
“You had better let me in boy!’ he roared. “I will make you pay for humiliating me!” He banged on that door for a full five minutes before his anger receded. As he tried to get at the baker thought the door he found himself thinking about what just happened. The boy had surprised him that was sure. He had not expected the cold bath and the lad had actually bruised him and drawn blood. be about it in a roundabout way. Suddenly the whole incident came to him in a new light and he found himself laughing. Gently at first but he soon found himself giving off a deep belly laugh.
‘The boy Has spunk’ He thought to himself as he laughed. ‘I’m bigger and stronger but he didn’t hesitate to make me pay for what he felt was an insult.’ And for some reason he began to feel proud of being attacked by the other man. It proved there was more to the baker then he thought.
William who had been holding the door shut preventing Bjorn entry nearly fell over in shock when he heard the laughter. “He’s laughing?” Slowly he turned around and opened the door a crack. Looking out he could see Bjorn bend over trying his best to regain composer. Greatly confused William steeped out into the other room and cocked his head staring at his tormentor.
Bjorn turned to William when he finally stopped laughing and stood up strait giving the baker a bright smile. “You know I ought to kill you right boy?” he said sternly.
“I guess.” William responded. “But your not right?”
The large man chuckled warmly. “Nay I won’t lad but I should. Now come on let‘s finish this bath.” He turned away and got back into the water. “But please no cold water this time aye.”
William slowly made his way over to the tub and reclaimed the washcloth returning to his duty. “I won’t do it again. But only if you don’t ever call me a girl again.”
{William: I have no idea why he’s not gutting me right now but I’ll take this. At least I got a bit of revenge on the brute.”}
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