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 20
Bjorn smiled down happily at his sleeping lover. After their amorous coupling they had had a pleasant lunch full of laughter and stories. Both had eaten their fill of the food Aida had prepared for them. When finished they returned to the tree and leaned against it both quickly slipping into sleep enjoying the warm weather and the physical closeness.
“My the lad is beautiful when he sleeps.” Bjorn whispered to himself as he stared down at the baker. The peaceful moment he was in allowed the large man to think about his life now. It was becoming obvious to him that their affair was becoming more then what he had originally thought.
When he had asked William to become his lover instead of just a sex slave he had believed they were just scratching each others back so to speak. But as they had sex, laughed, and talked to each other in more intimate ways he came to realized his affection for the boy growing by the day. He had to except that he was falling in love with him, a man. Being lovers was one thing he could understand that perfectly. But this new feeling it was difficult to comprehend. Bjorn had never expected to fall so deeply for this baker. If he could he would take the man as his… .
A soft murmuring broke the mans thoughts and signaled Williams awakening. Focusing back on the younger mans face Bjorn smiled as he watched him open his eyes. “Good afternoon lad.”
“Good afternoon to you too.” William replied sleepily. Noticing his companions face he asked. “What are you thinking about?”
Bjorn stiffened a little he couldn’t allow the boy to know his musings. The baker hadn’t said boo to their relationship developing into something more and the Valhallen prince didn’t want the disappointment of ruining what they shared now. “I wasn’t thinking about anything my boy.” Bjorn lied.
“Like hell.” Will reached up and took hold of Bjorn’s bottom lip pulling at it. “See you were pouting.”
Bjorn gently slapped his hand away. “Ach fine I was thinking…” the big man had to think of a convincing lie fast. “…About how beautiful you are when yuir asleep. You’d put a valkyrie to shame lad.”
“You were watching me sleep.” William said amused. “That’s sort of… disturbing. What’s a valkyrie by the way?”
Bjorn pulled his lover closer planting a kiss on top of his sandy colored head. “Oh… it’s part of our religion. A stunningly beautiful woman atop a white horse who takes honored dead to the halls of Asgard.”
“Alright that’s even more disturbing.” The baker remarked. He left out the slight offense of being compared to a woman again. Bjorn was trying his best to be nice to him.
Peering up at the sky and noticing the setting sun Bjorn sighed. “Looks like it’s getting late. We should be returning to the castle soon.”
“Your right Aida’s probably wondering why I’m still gone.”
“She won’t mind a bit. It was her suggestion that I take you off somewhere today. Though she did not know what we would be up to.” Bjorn gently pushed the other man off of himself and stood up. “The one we should be worrying about is my father.” He warned holding out his hand for William to take.
William gladly took the offered hand grunting as he was pulled to his feet. “I knew you had to go to your lessons today.” He said as he was helped up. “Why did you run off? Your father is going to be furious with you.” He had enjoyed the day they had had very much but getting the older man in such trouble didn’t bode well for the baker.
“His wrath is a small price compared to how much I enjoyed today.” Bjorn said as he began getting dressed. “Besides I need a day of rest he had been riding me hard lately. It’s times like these I wish my brothers were still alive.”
William stayed quiet for a few seconds a question burning on his tongue finally he gave in and asked. “Bjorn can I ask you something.” He said pulling up his pants.
“Of course you daft man.” Bjorn admonished softly. “You’ve no need to ask for permission if ye wish tae know something then ask it.
“Alright then. What exactly happened to your brothers?” William asked. “I know they’re dead now but they couldn’t have been any more older then you.”
Bjorn ceased in his dressing and looked at his friend. For a moment he thought about denying the boy his answer but at thinking about it he decided that their was no reason to withhold the truth. “They each died in an accident William.” Bjorn said frowning. He didn’t like thinking of their deaths. “The oldest Vidar died while hunting, an arrow right through his back. The second one Lief fell off of one of the ships in the harbor. Snorre the one who owned our reading room was found dead in his bed. The healer said it had something to do with his heart.”
“My that’s horrible Bjorn” William said. Wanting to comfort the large man he walked over and hugged him. “It must be hard on your family to loose three sons like that.”
“It was.” The Valhallen sighed. “My father grieved for days as did I and Harald.”
“How did you mother take it Bjorn?” William asked. Thinking back he didn’t remember ever seeing her. Then again except for the first two days after they returned to Valhalla he hadn’t seen Magnus again either.
“Lad she passed long ago right after Harald’s birth.”
Realizing his error William quickly apologized. “Sorry about bringing that up. I know talking about that can hurt.”
“Don’t worry lad me and her weren’t too close.” Bjorn explained sadly. “In fact I think she disliked me for some reason. I was never held or spoken to kindly by her.”
{William: “Here I was thinking that Bjorn had a spoiled life when this poor man had gone through hell and back. Guess I was the privileged one growing up there weren’t any close deaths in my family save my mother. Who unlike Bjorn‘s loved me dearly. Least I can do now is make the rest of Bjorn’s time on earth better.”}
“Come on Bjorn let’s go home.” William said hugging him tighter. “I can make you another cake if you wish.”
Bjorn’s mood lightened a little. He did enjoy the sweet confection the boy had begun making. “That would be wonderful lad.” He said releasing his lover.
“Good.” William went back to gather the rest of their belongings.
“Lad?” Bjorn said. William looked up at the other man. “Thank ye for trying to make me feel better.”
The baker gave him his lopsided smile. “Your welcome.”
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Meanwhile far away from the two lovers in the catacombs under Valhallen castle a dubious meeting was taking place. In one of the many rooms which the castle guards used. A group of tough looking men stood around talking amongst themselves waiting for their leader to appear. Suddenly the doors to the room swung open halting all conversation. The crowd looked on as Gunnar entered the stuffy space followed by his new second hand man Ivar.
“Ah my friends I am glad to see you all here!” Gunnar said as he observed the gathering. The group of men he had gathered for his plan were guards from low class families. Just the right sort to bedazzle with promises of riches. Pleased the Valhallen leader began making his way through the room.
“’Bout time he got his mangy ass here.” One man huffed to one of his friends as Gunnar passed them.
Gunnar stopped dead in his tracks hearing him and glared at the one who had just spoken. “What did you say?”
The man opened his mouth to answer him but before he could utter another snide remark Gunnar had taken out his dagger and placed it against the mans neck slamming him against the wall. “You better have a good reason for being so insolent wretch.” The raven haired man seethed.
The other man who said wretch had whispered to walked up to the feuding men. “Sir he’s new please don’t hurt him.” He pleaded. “He’s my brother.”
Gunnar glanced over to the other man. He was one of his best and most loyal warriors. It wouldn’t pay to have him angry and wanting revenge. Reluctantly he released his captive who quickly raced towards his brother. As he passed, Gunnar took his knife and slashed at the side of the mans face. The guard fell to the floor clutching his cheek in agony as he rolled on the floor.
“Next time learn to keep your mouth shut boy.” Gunnar said spitting at him. His point made he continued walking through the room the gang of men talking amongst themselves about what they had just seen.
Ivar had watched the whole spectacle with trepidation. It seemed that his boss was becoming more and more unstable as the days went by. Gunnar had never been all that sane in his opinion but it seemed to be getting worst. Every little thing was sitting him off nowadays.
Gunnar having finally made it to the front of the room turned around and called out to his men. “Order! Order!” Once the men had become silent he began his speech. “Friends, Brothers as you are well aware of I have been trying to convince our beloved king to allow us to run wild again as we did during the raids.” The crowd cheered at the mention of the raids. They had all had the time of their lives attacking the English coastline.
“Yes, yes It was truly a voyage to remember!” Gunnar agreed. “But alas our foolish king says we should not draw too much attention ourselves. He believes that we would be unable to handle those who may come and attack us. He believes that we should remain here and huddle like cowards in our homes. He believes we should deny our rightful place as conquerors!!” By the end of his speech Gunnar was nearly growling. “Is that what you all want!!!”
“NO!” The a man in the crowd shouted. The rest of the group quickly agreed with him.
“You are right my friends.” Gunnar shouted right back. “What we should be doing is gathering our supplies for another voyage preparing to sack and ravage the world once again! Becoming rich and fat off of their foods and pleasuring ourselves with their wenches.” Another cheer. “Good… then you agree with my thinking. Men this is the reason I have brought you all here. I wish to propose something that you all may find unbearable to even fathom. I suggest that we remove Magnus from the throne!” As he neared the end of his speech Gunnar had ended up stooped over and partially foaming from the mouth.
Hearing no cheering from the gathering the Viking leader raised his head glancing over the crowd before him. The men had grown ominously quiet after his little announcement murmuring quietly to themselves. He began worrying that his plans were not going over to well with them. What he was asking them to do was high treason after all.
Just as he was about to take out his sword and fight his way out one of the men spoke up. “How are we going to do this thing you suggest?”
Secretly relieved Gunnar straitened his poster. “No need to worry your slow witted minds. I have thought over ever nuance of this plan. I even have a man working on the final touches as we speak. He should be executing his part in the plan in a few weeks.” He clapped his hands together. “Now are you with me on this? When we succeed not only will you be allowed to raid again but I promise you that we all will live as the nobles do! But I shall be fair in this. I’ll give you a bit to decide what it is you will do.”
The men talked amongst themselves each deciding what they were going to do. Standing next to Gunnar, Ivar leaned over and whispered fearfully into his bosses ear. “Sir this is what you have been planning?” He began. “There’s no way we’ll be able to pull it off.”
“Don‘t question me.” Gunnar snapped. “I have gone to all this trouble these last two years planning everything out.” He said in a hushed voice. “Even if there was a chance this all fell apart that stupid Frenchman will take the blame and these men here will be the ones accused of treason.”
“You’d allow Xavier to take the blame?” Ivar asked surprised.
Gunnar gave him a questioning look. The other man hadn’t called the Frenchman by his first name before. Turning to him Gunnar grinned. “What do you care what happens to him? He’ll be dead after all this either way. He‘s nothing but lesser trash and shall be disposed of once his part is done.” Ivar glared at the dark haired man a angry look crossing his face.
“Gunnar sir?” one of the guards said stepping up to the duo. “We’ve come to a decision.”
Gunnar turned away from Ivar to address the man. “And that would be?”
The lead man turned left then right nodding to his companions. “We are with you sir.”
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Mid Autumn…
It was joyous night at Valhallen castle. The Valhallen people were celebrating their exceptional harvest this year with a big gathering. In the courtyard almost a hundred men and women were drinking, singing, and fooling around with eachother.
Magnus in a cheerful mood for once was sitting in a large elaborate throne at the corner of the courtyard. He was half naked, like most of his subjects. Drunkenly laughing with two women sitting on each side of his lap. High above this bacchanal was William watching safety from his and Bjorn’s bedroom window. The baker sat on the large windowsill looking down at the celebration with morbid curiosity.
{William: “It’s sort of funny how a year ago I would have most likely been aghast at the display below my window. But now… after nearly a full year of living in this country I’ve sort of grown used to these sorts of parties. Though I‘m loath to think of being in the middle of that mess.”}
“Boy is this one hell of a night.” Harald comment. The younger man was sitting next to the baker in his best clothing nursing a small glass of wine.
“I’ll say.” William responded. “Look at your father I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so…well…”
“Drunk off his ass?” Harald interjected. William raised his eyebrows stating that he was trying to find a nice way to put it. “You don’t have to worry Will. Fathers always been one to enjoy the harvest. It’s the only time of year he drinks like this.” He smiled. “You know one year we found him passed out naked in the wine cellar.” The Valhallen prince laughed at the memory.
William joined in on his laughter. Parts of what Harald said reminded him of his own father. But unlike Jacob, Magnus seemed to be a tad more stable. Both men were about to return to their voyeurism when a deep cough from behind drew their attention.
Turning they saw Bjorn standing behind them a stein in his hand. The large man was dressed in expensive looking clothing a white silk shirt and brown breeches. He red hair usually messy was well groomed and pulled back in a pony tail and his bread and mustache were trimmed and braided at the ends with gold thread. The sight of his lover looking so nice made Williams breath hitch.
“I was wondering where you went to Harald.” Bjorn said sternly as he walked up to them. “Father was looking for you earlier.” He clutched the younger man by the back of his shirt lifting him out of his seat. “Why don’t you go see what he wanted.” He said physically moving him away from his lover.
“Bjorn why don’t you let off?” The boy whined as he was placed on the floor. “Me and William were enjoying ourselves weren’t we William?” Harald peered over to his friend. The baker had his mouth open gawking at his older brother. “Oh, alright I see what’s going on here.” Shaking his head Harald quickly made his way to the door. “Have fun you two.” He said over his shoulder as he left.
Once his little brother was gone Bjorn leaned down and placed a finger under Williams chin. Smiling he closed the baker’s mouth. “Come on lad you‘ve seen me before.”
William colored a little. “Well yes but not like this. …Your beautiful.” Bjorn felt his face heat up. “Why are you so dressed up?”
“It’s tradition. The royal family has to dress up for the festival.” Bjorn went over to the window staring at the party below he observed that his father was now buck naked and chasing a giggling woman around his throne. “I never really understood why? We all end up so intoxicated that we end up nude before long.”
“Yes I noticed.” William said his face coloring. He went back to his position watching the activities. “Why aren’t you down there?”
Bjorn shrugged. “I’ve been to these things many a time lad I thought my time was better spent elsewhere.”
William turned to him realizing that the Viking had left the party to keep him company. William as a slave hadn’t been allowed to attend the celebration something which he had been glad for. “You didn’t need to keep me company Bjorn.” William said shyly.
The large man placed an arm around William. “Ach I wanted to boy. Your more fun then all that.” He handed William his drink. “Here boy have a sip it warms ye in all the right places.”
William didn’t really drink at all. Bad memories of his father keeping him away but he did take a small sip of the warm liquid it burning his throat and making him cough as it went down. “Thanks.”
They sat there a few moments enjoying each others company and watching the crowd below until music began wafting up from the crowd. Looking closer they could see several of the men and women at the party begin dancing to the lively music. “Ah looks like they’re starting the dance.” Bjorn said as they watched the couples begin. “I used to be very good at this.”
“Didn’t really think you’d be the dancing type.” William said absently.
Bjorn feigned slight outrage. “What you think because I’m so large I’m clumsy.”
The baker snorted. “Of course not you fool. We both know you have good rhythm.”
The older man pulled William closer to him nuzzling his sandy brown hair. “Oh we do lad?” He growled playfully. Suddenly the music below changed into a slower tempo. The people once dancing widely slowed and began a calm waltz.
Bjorn watched as the happy couples danced by the fireside a small bit of jealousy forming. He began wondering if William had ever danced with a woman like the men below them were. “Did you dance much back home William?” He asked.
“No, not really. I do know how to dance but I was never asked to.” William said sadly. “I usually stood at the side during festivals watching the other villagers enjoy themselves.”
Bjorn frowned. No one ever asked his boy to dance? Those women back in England didn‘t know what they were missing. Backing up a bit he tapped the other man on the shoulder. When the shorter man turned to him Bjorn held out his hand “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me boy?”
William gave his friend a look as if he had gone mad. “What are you doing?”
“I’m offering you a dance.” Bjorn said clearly embarrassed. He was finding himself doing all these unmanly things to make his lover happy.
William quirked a smile. “Really?” He said standing up.
Bjorn laughed nervously. “Yes William if you’d wish to of course.”
Shaking his head at the awkwardness of this situation William clasped the large mans hand. “You do know how to dance slowly right?” He asked.
“Of course I do.” Bjorn huffed. “Now hurry before the song ends.” Bjorn pulled William closer to himself. “Now one, two, three.” Both men moved to start dancing but only ended up bumping into each other. Each of them trying to lead.
William snickered. “Sorry about that. I was sort of taught to lead.”
Bjorn was equally amused. “So was I lad. Do you mind if I do the leading however? With me being taller and all.” The baker nodded and without any more talk the pair began moving in rhythm with the music from below. Their dance was slow and unsteady both trying their best to not step on the others feet. Bjorn despite his confidence wasn’t to good at slow dancing not having done it much.
“You know you are kind of clumsy.” William remarked. Before Bjorn could respond back the baker rested his head against his hairy chest. “Though I guess it really doesn’t matter.” He added softly.
Bjorn rested his cheek against his lovers sandy colored hair. “Nay lad I suppose it doesn’t” He said back. As they swayed to the music from down in the courtyard the large man began comprehending how much the boy meant to him. The pair of them holding each other dancing together in that small room. Bjorn quickly came to the realization that this had to be the singly most romantic moment in his whole life.
Finally the music ended and the pair ceased their movements but continued to hold each other. William raised his head his blue eyes meeting Bjorn’s green ones in confusion. Bjorn not noticing the confusion but how they bakers eyes sparkled lowered his head meeting the other mans lips for a gentle kiss. William eagerly responded to the unexpected kiss humming happily into Bjorn’s mouth. As the moments passed the kiss began losing it’s gentleness and gained passion.
The next thing the baker knew they were falling back onto their shared bed Bjorn atop of him. Rough large hands began exploring his body slipping under his clothing as the kiss went on increasing in ferocity. “Lad I need tae be with you with ye right now!” Bjorn said huskily as he came up for air.
William only chuckled as Bjorn began undressing him. The large man seemed to be more amorous tonight kissing and nipping at every inch of skin he exposed it. Soon William was naked underneath him. He had been nude in front of the Viking more times then he could count but tonight he felt like a virgin exposed to his lover for the first time. There was a strange light in Bjorn’s eyes tonight that showed William how much he was desired in that moment.
“Yir beautiful lad.” Bjorn said standing. “Your body makes me aflame with lust.” The Viking prince quickly stripped and returned to his lover pressing his naked body against Williams. He began grinding there crouches together their slightly leaking dicks creating a dirty primordial friction that made them both gasp in joy.
William let out a low moan as Bjorn lowered his head and bit at one of his nipples while calloused fingers pinched the other one. This activity continued for several agonizing minutes. William getting both his nipples worked over while his cock was rubbed against his lovers hairy stomach. The baker gasped and cried out as his senses were assaulted. Bjorn was really good at almost sending him over the edge with the slightest touch. “God Bjorn please stop teasing me.” He said pleadingly.
“Nay lad I‘ll tease yuir beautiful body as long as I like.” The other man smiled. “I‘m gathering my courage.”
“Your courage for what?” William asked.
Bjorn suddenly stopped his ministrations and took a deep breath. “My courage for what I’m about to ask you my lad.” He pushed himself off of the other man sitting on his hunches next to him. “William… I…I want you tae mount me tonight.” The red haired man said in a quiet voice.
The baker blinked several time digesting what he had just heard. When he realized what he was begin offered he smiled. “You know you don’t need to do that Bjorn. I’m happy being the submissive one when he have sex. There’s no need for you to recuperate.”
Bjorn shook his head adamantly. “Nay lad it is not that I feel I need to. We are equals in this as you once said and I want to make ye happy.” He blushed. “Besides I see how you keen when I impale ye and I have wondered many a time what it must feel like.” Bjorn had his head down as he spoke a small part of himself ashamed of his own words. If anyone else but William had heard him say those words he would have taken his sword and gutted himself.
William seeing his embarrassment caressed Bjorn’s furry cheek drawing his eyes back up to his own. “Don’t worry Bjorn I don’t think your unmanly. In fact you the bravest man I know for admitting you want to try it.” He kissed him on the cheek. “Alright then if your sure turn around so I can get you ready.”
Bjorn gave him a worried look then did as asked getting on all fours facing away from the baker. There was a slight tremor in his arms as he waited for his lover to get started. William noticed that the man was getting exceedingly anxious and patted him gently on the but to calm him. “Relax we can stop anytime you want to.” The soothing seemed to work because Bjorn stopped his fidgeting and remained still.
William leaned down and carefully pried apart the Vikings cheeks exposing a tight looking hole surrounded by coarse hair. The baker gulped at the sight before him. A small part of his mind said that like a normal person he should be disgusted by what he saw. But a larger part was incredibly excited by the sight and the thought of being able to have the chance to fuck that attractive ass. Wetting his finger he went to work loosing his lover working his wet digit around the winking entrance.
Bjorn feeling the finger imminently sighed a familiarly pleasant sensation running through his body. William had played with his backside a few times before while he was suckling his cock. The pleasure he felt from that was the main reason he was willing to try being on bottom for once. After all if a finger or two didn’t hurt to much then the bakers cock wouldn’t be so bad going in. ’but the lads cock is much bigger then a finger.’ Bjorn reminded himself as he was stretched.
William watched with interest as his deep probing made his lover huff and curse as good feelings assaulted his senses. After the second finger was added the big man really began enjoying the finger play and actually began pushing back against him wanting to drive them in deeper. William licked his lips at Bjorn’s wanton behavior. The hairy man was driving him mad now with lust. William had always enjoyed being on the bottom during their amorous affairs but being male a part of him wondered what it would feel like to mount the larger man. To fuck the warriors equally as hard and long as he himself had been fucked.
When another finger was added to the two already invading him Bjorn felt himself tense up a slight pain emanating from the penetration. ‘Have to stay strong man.’ He thought to himself. ‘You are a Valhallen warrior no little amount of pain will get to you. Just ride it out and allow the boy to enjoy himself. Afterwards you can always say you never wan-ooooh!’
All coherent thought left Bjorn as his prostrate was prodded. Pressing his face down into the blankets Bjorn let out a loud moan wiggling his ass in the air as he was stretched. “William… oh lad do that again I beg of ye again!”
William cold feel himself smiling like a fool. One little push and his big hairy lover was practically purring for more. William decided to oblige him and began poking at the pleasure causing bundle of nerves again and again. When he finally felt Bjorn begin to open for him the baker could tell it was time for something more then finger play. “You know Bjorn there’s something else I could place in here.” He said screwing his fingers.
“Aye lad I bet there is so go ahead.” Bjorn gasped. William thrust his fingers in rapid succession playing a bit more. Each inward poke made The viking yelp in pleasure. Finally Bjorn had had enough. “Lad…please do it now!” He begged. “I need something bigger inside of me.”
“Alright I’m sure you can handle it now. Roll over for me so we can see each other please.” Bjorn rolled over onto his back and held his legs up to his chest exposing himself as his smaller lover had done so many times. William peered down at the hole presented to him and took a big gulp this was certainly a night to remember. Climbing back up on to the bed he positioned himself using his hand to guide his now very hard length to the Vikings opened entrance. Giving Bjorn a lopsided smile he pressed inward the head of his penis slipping into that warm heat.
Bjorn gritted his teeth as he felt like he was being split open. “By fuck that hurts!” He said out loud. William froze seeing he was hurting the other man. He was about to ask if he should stop when Bjorn opened his eyes and gave him a hard stare. “Keep going boy I’ll live through this.” He had known the baker wasn’t no where as large as himself but still he had a sizable member and that member was forcing it’s way into his body.
Bjorn continued his silent struggle as his lover went back to pushing his dick into him. After several more seconds of intense pain William’s thighs pressed up against Bjorn’s backside. “Are you alright big guy?” He asked looking down.
“Aye lad just give me a short reprieve.” He said pained. “Yuir just a big bigger then I remember.”
William nodded understanding and leaned forward kiss Bjorn again. “I can wait.” He smiled. The couple waited a few more moments before Bjorn nodded his ok and the baker began rocking his hips slowly thrusting in and out of his furry ass.
As his channel was massaged by the younger mans cock Bjorn let out a low mewling sound. “FUUUCK!” He gasped as his prostrate was massaged over and over. He allowed his legs to fall and wrap themselves around his lovers hips being careful not to put to much weight on the smaller man.
As he was thrust into the viking prince was in pure ecstasy. Why had he not done this before? As time went on however he soon came to realized that he needed more force. “Do it harder boy Dammit!” Bjorn clutched Williams backside and helped the baker in his thrusting franticly trying to get that wonderful hardness deeper inside of himself.
William grinned at the way the other man was acting. The begging and grunting was bringing out his more dominate side once again. “So… you want me to do-” He thrust in hard. “-this-” another trust. “-harder?”
“Yes please boy.” Bjorn begged. His face burned in embarrassment but the pleasure was so intense he would do anything to get more of it. “AHH!” He shouted as William picked up the pace hammering into him like a madman.
“Oh, Bjorn thank you so much for letting me do this!“” William called out. The baker despite having no prior experience in being on top seemed to be gifted. Fucking the man under him with great vigor.
Bjorn could feel his balls beginning to boil over the blinding white pleasure flashing before his eyes. He hugged the other man drawing his body close and trapping his own cock between them. “Lad yuir almost there just a little more. You can do it my dear William.”
With one more violent shift of his hips William pushed his lover over the edge the older man screaming out his name as he came his thick cum coating the space between their bodies. The baker wasn’t far behind him shouting Bjorn’s name as he came into that intense heat and collapsing on top of his Viking.
After a few moments of silence the baker finally gathered himself enough to speak again. “How, how was I?” He gasped looking up at Bjorn.
Bjorn chuckled still slightly in awe from what had just happened. “Aye lad you did great.” He said patting the boys back. “And you will do good again the next time. Of course that will be after I fuck yuir chunky bottom myself.”
“Of course.” William smiled back. He rested his head against Bjorn’s chest. “That is if you can get me on my back before I get you on yours.
He kissed the bakers sweaty forehead. He was pleased at the thought of a new game. “Alright lad we’ll see. Now I know it’s early but how about we get some…” Williams light snoring delayed his last sentence. “…sleep?” Reaching over to take hold of their blanket Bjorn draped it over them and closed his eyes drifting joining his lover in sleep. The last thought that went through his mind was ‘By the gods how I love this lad.’
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