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 18
‘I wonder what William is doing.’ Bjorn thought as he sat next to his father and listened to yet another oral report. When he had arrived at his fathers meeting room he had expected to have a private chat with the older man. To his dismay however he discovered that his fathers meeting chambers were filled to the brim with various officials and that he had been brought there to sit and learn about how to run the kingdom. Bjorn hated this but had to remain less incur his fathers wrath. It seemed that Magnus was determined to hammer the duties of king right into his red haired skull.
“Boy pay attention!” Magnus snapped interrupting a speaker who was giving a thrilling report about manure. “This is all very important.”
“Seems like a whole lot of shit to me.” Bjorn said his tongue slipping. “Ah, I mean of course father.”
Magnus glared at his son for a moment a frown covering his features. “First time I’ve heard you talk back like that my boy.“ He said grimly. “But it best be that last time. I do not take kindly of you not taking these proceedings seriously.”
“Yes father.” Bjorn said accepting the scolding. He was happy his father had not struck him for his words. He wondered where he got the gall to say what he did. ‘Must be the baker. He’s starting to rub off on me.’
After the manure man finished his report Magnus looked around the room trying to decide who would speak. Next finding his choice he said. “Gunnar! Yuir report next please.”
Bjorn sat up strait as Gunnar sat up and approached the center of the room. “Of course my liege.” He said. There was a slight hint of disgust in his voice that only Bjorn seemed to notice. “What is it that you’d like to know.”
Magnus gave him a slightly annoyed look. “How are the men faring?” He asked.
The raven haired man shrugged his shoulders. “The same as always riled up with nowhere tae go. They still talk of the raids wanting to prove themselves again. If only you were wise enough to allow us to return to our roots and run wild.”
Bjorn growled quietly. He was beginning to hate this man more and more. The idiot was being blatantly disrespectful to his father. Gunnar was captain of the guard, the man in charge of the warriors who kept Valhalla in social order.
It was him who suggested the raids in which they had captured William. Despite how good those raids had turned out for the Valhallen prince he could not see doing them again but Gunnar seemed to not want to drop the subject. Angrily huffing Bjorn began to rise intent on silencing the man.
“Yuir majesty” Gunnar continued not noticing the impending danger. “It would greatly increase our food stores and riches if we could conduct another round.”
Magnus however sensed his sons rising anger and raised his hand to stop him. “Gunnar I will remind you that my word is law as if it was written in the thing. My decision to not raid again is final. You will not bring this up again understand.”
The insolent man glared back at Magnus and Bjorn for a seconds before nodding. “Yes sire I understand perfectly.”
“Good then you are forgiven... this time.” Magnus said pleased. “Now is there anything else you’d like to report?”
“No sire.” Gunnar said. “My men are trained and doing their jobs keeping order in the kingdom.”
Satisfied with the answer Magnus addressed the other men. “Well now since that was the last report I adjourn this meeting.” He banged the stein of mead he had been drinking from against the table. “You are all dismissed.”
The men surrounding Bjorn and his father began to leave talking amongst themselves as they filed out of the room. As Bjorn stood however his father took hold of his forearm. “Not you boy I want to speak with ye a bit.” He informed his son.
Giving off a tired sigh Born sat back down. “What is it that you wish to say father.” He asked.
“What I wish to say is that I believe it’s time that ye started taking yuir duty seriously.” Magnus began. “I’ve heard from some of my men that you haven’t been paying attention during your regular Lessons. Is that true?”
The Valhallen prince cringed he should have foreseen his father would be checking up on him. He had been neglecting his practices more then usual since he and the baker began their tryst. “Yes father it is true.” Bjorn began. “But I can explain.”
“I’m sure you can son.” Magnus said sarcastically. “But I do not wish to hear it. It has become obvious to me that I need to strengthen my resolve in getting you ready for the day you take over for me. I have been lenient on you allowing you to spend your youth drinking and enjoying the company of women but now… now it is time you began to take this whole business seriously and become a man. You are the heir to the throne and as such should be-
“Father…” Bjorn nearly whined. Why was he bring this up again? ‘Same old tired speech about duty.’ “…I believe that I am well prepared for my “Duty” what I should be doing now is-”
“Silence!” Magnus bellowed. “I have had enough of these excuses! What you should be doing is learning how tae rule this kingdom, gathering allies to help ye when you do, and you should be finding yourself a wife.” He gave a weary sigh. “While we are on that subject I believe it’s high time ye find one. You need tae choose a woman cause if ye don’t I will be doing the choosing for ye.”
That last part made Bjorn cringe a little. The thought of having to be married to someone of his fathers choosing weighed heavily on his mind. “Father please do not do that I… I will choose eventually.” He said hoping that this would appease his father for now and buy him more time.
Magnus stared at his son for a few moments an unreadable look on his face. Finally he turned away and began to leave. “Very well.” He said over his shoulder. “I will permit you to dillydally a while longer. But son if you do not make yuir mind up soon I will for you understand.”
“Yes…yes sir.” Bjorn said as he watched his father leave the room. The large man sat still for awhile letting the argument sink in. His father was becoming more aggressive with his desire for Bjorn to take his place. Bjorn on the other hand wanted none of it. Why couldn’t his father just allow him to be as he was. He was happy drinking with his friends, doing as he wished, and of course being with his baker. “Guess I’ll just have tae hope he’ll drop it eventually.”
“Are you sure he’ll do that my prince?”
The Valhallen prince gasped at the sudden sound of Gunners slimy voice. He turned to his right to see said man standing in a doorway. “What do you want.” Bjorn growled.
Gunnar ignored the threat in the other man voice. “My, my aren’t you a gloomy one.” He said in a teasing voice. “You should try to lighten up a little.”
“I’ve got my reasons to be gloomy. You for one.” Bjorn shot back. Standing he began walking of towards one of the other doorways. The passage however was quickly blocked by Gunnar who stepped in front of him. “Move!”
“Oh come on Bjorn no need to be so nasty to me.” Gunnar smirked. “It was your father who you had a fight with.”
“And as for my father.” Bjorn growled. “He most likely would have let me be if you had not upset him.”
Gunnar rolled his eyes. “That again? All I was saying is that we should be living up to our ancestors glory. You can’t tell me you did not have fun during our little adventure last fall?”
“I shall tell you nothing rogue! Now will you kindly move out of my way before I make you move.”
“Tsk… fine my prince.” Gunnar said stepping aside. His path now freed Bjorn tried walk past him but was stopped by a strong hand on his forearm. “One more thing my prince before you leave. I was wondering if you happened to know a man by the name of Ivar? He’s one of my men. He wanted me to ask you something.”
“Why would I know any of your men.” Bjorn scoffed wrenching his arm free. “And why would I care about their queries. Now allow me to leave and don‘t you dare bother me again this day.” That threat in the air Bjorn finally exited the room.
“You certainly are a tough one aren’t you Bjorn.” Gunnar said quietly. The man stepped out of the room following Bjorn and watched as the larger man walked down the hall.
“Did you get him to talk?” A voice said from behind Gunnar.
Gunnar shook his head no. “Nay, he claims to not know you and refused to even listen.” He drew his attention away from where Bjorn had gone and faced the man speaking to him. The man that stood next to him was large with a small paunch. His sneering face was adorned with a thin blond goatee and his head was shaved. “I’m so sorry Ivar I know how much you wanted to know why he took away yuir lovely Julie.”
“Humph figures the spoiled brat wouldn’t answer.” Ivar frowned. “I could kill my father for allowing him to buy my slave. I was so close to getting her to lift her skirt to me.”
“I’m sure you were Ivar my friend.” Gunnar said. “But don’t fear I’m sure you’ll get yuir chance tae have her soon. That is if everything goes as planned and of course if yuir willing tae join me?”
The bald headed man nodded. “If you get me what I wish then I will happily join you. I am sick of wasting our talents just as much as you are.”
Gunnar let a wicked smile to spread across his face. “Then come along man, we have things tae do.”
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Bjorn gave out an tired groan as he sat down on his bed. “Why must my days be so tiring?” He said to himself.
The events of the day kept going through his mind. The discussion with Gunnar, the argument with his father, and the strange woman he had bought for his baker. It seemed that everything was coming down upon his head. Sure there were good points like William. Now that him and the pudgy man were on really good terms that part of his day was a complete joy for him. It was the rest which he was having the problems with.
His lessons and practices had always been boring that he was sure of but before the raids he at least had some interested in attending them. Now however the entire idea of having to go and learn how to be a man seemed unimportant to him. How could one doubt his manliness when he was able to make his lover keen so loudly. Even his usual habit of going to multiple taverns and drinking with all his friends seemed to bore him now. It seems that all he wanted to do I remain with William sitting in their reading room talking, touching, and having sex.
‘But why is that?’ Bjorn thought to himself. ‘It is true that I have come to like the boy a great deal more then I have ever liked a lover in the past. But why is that simple fact changing my behavior so much.’
Bjorn’s inner dialogue was interrupted by the sound of his bedroom door being opened. he turned to see William entering the room a small smile on his face. The boy had obviously just come from the kitchen his beige apron covered in a bit of flour.
“Oh, hello Bjorn didn’t expect to see you here.” He said when he noticed the older man. “Sorry if I interrupted you.”
“You could never interrupt me lad.” Bjorn said back. “I was just sitting here thinking.”
“Oh, Alright well I’ll be out of your hair in a few seconds I was just getting my necklace I forgot to put it on this morning.” William crossed the room as he spoke and went over to the baroque taking out the small locket and placing it around his neck. “Julie said she wanted to see it again.” He remarked
“That girl again.” Bjorn huffed.
Hearing the jealous words William chuckled. “Relax I said you had nothing to worry about remember. I like men and only men, so stop your pouting.” He teased. When Bjorn didn’t respond with an argument about his not pouting William gave him a serious look. “Bjorn what’s wrong?”
“Nothing lad I’m just thinking as I said.”
{William: “Alright I know I haven’t known Bjorn to long but I can tell when something’s wrong with him. For some reason it sort of makes me unhappy to see him like this. I need to do something about this.}
William walked up to the other man and tapped him on the shoulder. “What?” Bjorn asked looking up. Without any warning William slid down onto his lovers lap placing his arm around his thick furry neck. “By the dragon what are you doing boy!?” Bjorn said wrapping his arms around the other man to keep him from falling off. He had asked the baker to sit in his lap before but the boy had refused citing that he wasn’t a child.
“Trying to make you feel better stupid.” William said hotly. He could feel a terrible blush creeping along his face. “Is it working?”
It was working. At least in a way. Bjorn’s body was responding to the warm body in his arms. But now was not the time or place for this. Bjorn had to many things on his mind. “Lad get off there’s no need to be cheering me- mumph.”
As he heard the beginning of an excuse William took the initiative and kissed Bjorn silencing his argument. “Look Bjorn your upset and as your lover and friend I refuse to get up until you tell me why” He explained pulling away. “Now… Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.”
“You’ve gotten bold boy.” Bjorn said trying to sound stern. “We are lovers now this is true but who are you to give me orders?”
“I already told you your friend and lover.” The man in his lap restated. William bent down for anther kiss this time on the cheek. “Now quit stalling.”
Bjorn huffed the younger man was becoming bothersome. “I said-” William interrupted his rant with another kiss. “Will you sto-” another kiss. “This will not wor-” Another one. “William off-” Another one. Finally the Viking prince gave up and tightened his grip around the other man kissing him fully and passionately. ‘lad has a way with arguments’ He thought as they broke the kiss.
“So… you going to tell me now.”
“Aye I think it best less you attack me with another kiss.” Bjorn chuckled. Becoming serious he began telling William why he was upset. “I suppose I’ve just been having a bad afternoon. I had a fight with father about my shirking off in my lessons. He claims that I should be attending them because they will assist me in my future as king.”
“Well won’t they?” William asked honestly. “I’m just a simple peasant but it seems to me that a king needs all the help he can get.”
“Not you to.” Bjorn sighed. He didn’t like hearing his baker actually agree with his father. “I truly have no interest in any of it lad. All I want is to live an easy life like I used to before all this lesson stuff began.”
William seeing his friends mood drop began nuzzling his neck. “What do you mean by easy life? Haven‘t you had lessons like these before.”
“Nay, I was left mostly alone before this.” Bjorn explained. “My oldest brother was the heir to the throne and as such was given lessons since he was old enough tae walk. It wasn’t until his death then my other two older brothers deaths that I was forced to endure them.”
{William: “Well that explains why he has to take these lessons at his age. Bjorn must have had a life of decadence before he had to attend them. The big guy must have never thought he was going to be king one day with three older brothers ”}
William frowned into the neck he was moments ago teasing. He really didn’t know what he could say to make it better for his friend but he had to try something. “Well… look at it this way one day you’ll be king and you can do what ever you want.” he said
“You really believe that boy?” Bjorn asked.
William didn’t know if he believed his own words or not but wanting to make his friend feel better he nodded.
Bjorn gave the other man a warm smile. “Your are truly good for my heart boy.” He said. The Viking warrior leaned over and kissed William on the forehead. “Thank you.”
“No problem Bjorn really.” William left the warm lap and stood up. “Besides I was growing tired of your grumpy mood.” The game was back on. “You pout way to much when you try to think.” leaving a slightly stunned Bjorn behind him William made his way to leave.
He never made it out of the room however because as he reached for the closed door two powerful arms swept him off his feet and lifted him into the air cradling him against a large chest. William snickered as he was carried. It still amazed him that Bjorn could carry his weight so easily.
“That, lad you are going to regret.” Bjorn said solemnly. The red headed man made his way over to the bed and unceremoniously dumped William onto it. “After I finish you shall never say I pout again nor cute.”
William tilted his head as if thinking. “But you are cute Bjorn. Just like a big old stuffed bear.”
“I shall show you a bear boy!” Bjorn threatened. A crazed looking smile crossed the large mans face just before he lunged towards his lover a savage but playful growl issuing from his lips.
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The next day…
“William are you sure master Bjorn said he was coming today.” Julie asked again.
Stopping his kneading William turned to her. “Yes I’m sure.” He said once again. Observing his friend he could see that the young woman was wringing her hands obviously nervous about her upcoming reunion. Gently he unfolded her hands. “Calm down Julie your going to worry yourself sick.”
“Sorry.” She apologized. “I’m Just a bit worried we’ve been separated for so long what if he’s forgotten about me and found someone else.”
“As if he would ever do that.” William said seriously. “The big lugs been crazy about you since we were children.”
Julie blushed at the statement it was true. Andrew had told her he loved her when they were only fifteen. “Thanks William I know how hard it is for you to say that.”
William gave here a blank stare wondering exactly what she had meant. He was about to open his mouth to ask when the back door to the kitchen opened. Both him and Julie held their breath for a second expecting to see Andrew however it wasn’t him.
“Well hello you two.” Aida said shutting the door she had just come through. Both of the younger slaves gave her unenthusiastic greetings. “Oh were you two expecting to see someone else.” She teased. The older woman knew who they had been expecting. “Maybe a big fellow with short hair.”
“Sorry Aida I didn’t mean to insult you.” Julie said. “I’m just really looking forward to seeing my husband again.”
“You didn’t insult me at all dear.” The older woman laughed. “In fact I‘m in a very joyous mood.” Aida went over to the door she had just come through. “Here I was trying to lug home this big sack of potatoes when this young man offered to help me.” With that she swung open the door revealing a anxious looking Andrew on the other side.
“J…Julie?” He said hesitantly as if not believing his own eyes.
“ANDREW!” Julie cried out rushing to him. The pair embraced kissing each other deeply as soon as they made contact.
Watching William could only smile at his friends happiness. For some reason the usual tinge of jealousy didn’t raise it’s head as it often did when he observed the two together in the past.
“You did a good thing William dear.” Aida said walking past him and out of the room.
“Yeah guess I did.” William joined Aida in walking out of the room giving the young couple their privacy. As he tried to leave however he felt a large hand on his shoulder. He turned back to Andrew the big man eyes were a little red around the edges.
“I want to thank you little buddy.” The former farmer said. “You got my Julie back for me.”
“It was nothing.” William smiled. “I was glad to do it for you.”
“No it is something Willie.” Andrew said. “Julie just told me you talked to your master into buying her for me. Thanks.” The tall man swept the pudgy baker into a hard hug.
“You welcome.” William grunted out.
{William: “Used to be I’d kill o be in this situation. Having who I considered the man of my dreams hugging me so close to his body. But as I stood there with his arms around me all I could think about was how it was so different from the way Bjorn held me and how much I’d rather have that big Viking hugging me instead of Andrew right now.”}
Releasing William Andrew placed and arm around Julie. “Um… Willie do you know if there’s anyplace we could-”
“-Be alone?“ William finished. At Andrew’s embarrassed laugh the baker rolled his eyes chuckling at him. “There’s the pantry if your interested.”
“Alright thanks.” Andrew said as he pulled a blushing Julie away.
Going back to work William chuckled to himself. Him and Bjorn had used that same pantry once or twice.
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