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 21
William sighed to himself as he slipped into warm soapy water The tub slightly creaking as he sat down. leaning back against the side of the tub he slung his arms over the sides and smiled to himself letting the warmth to wash over his slightly sore form.
{William: “Oh how I cannot say in words how good this feels right now. Today had been a tough day. Not only did I have to bake and cook alongside Aida and Julie. But then I was asked to help in the small garden in the back of the castle something I had never done before. I quickly learned that I hated gardening I really don‘t know how Andrew does it. By the end of the day I was dirty, tired, and sore and ended up crawling back to my room.
When I entered however I was presented with Bjorn who was obviously in a amorous mood. He was real understanding when I told him I hurt to much to have sex and insisted on finding a way to make things better. Which is why I’m sitting in this tub here now. The big guy went to all the trouble of dragging this heavy tub into this room again and then filling it with hot water just to make me feel better. I have to say he’s really making it hard not to fall for him.”}
A heavy grunting singled Bjorn’s arrival back in the room. William opened his eyes and saw the larger man walking into the room carrying another heavy bucket of water. “Bjorn I said you can stop now there’s more then enough water in here.”
“Oi I know lad but you’ll be needing something tae wash of with.” Bjorn placed the bucket down next to the roaring fire which he had used to heat the bathwater. “My, that was quite the chore.”
“I know remember you made me fill it for you a few times.” William said. “What’s the matter can’t a big powerful Viking like you handle a little chore?” He added in a teasing tone.
Bjorn gave him a withering look for a second before laughing at his own words. “Aye I know I shouldn’t be complaining but I just cannot help it.” The viking said. He walked over to the tub and ran his hand through the water. “Hum… this is so pleasantly warm would you care if joined you?”
“Go ahead. But stay on your side.” William mocked warned. “I’m still sore after all.”
The large man pouted a little at the thought of not being able to touch his lover yet but undressed anyway quickly joining William in the water. “Ah divine.”
“Quite.” William agreed. Despite his own words the baker moved over to the Viking and snuggled close to him. “So Bjorn did anything happen today?”
“Nay lad It was the same old thing. Father following me from place to place making sure I attended my archery, swordsmanship, and calligraphy lessons. I swear that man is going to drive me mad soon.”
“Sorry to hear that. I missed you at noon time today.”
“You mean you missed this.” Bjorn said cupping his crotch with his free hand. “And trust me my dear it missed you terribly as well. It just can‘t get though the day without a great cocksucker like yourself.” He finished with a laugh. The Valhallen’s meaty paw began wandering down towards William’s crotch.
“Bjorn…” William warned grabbing the sneaky hand. “No sex not yet. My but your always eager and for your knowledge that was not all I missed. Hearing your dumb voice every afternoon makes my day keeps me going till nightfall.”
Bjorn pretended to mad. “Who are you calling dumb boy?”
“Who are you calling a cocksucker.” William teased right back.
Suddenly Bjorn stood up and leaned over William planting a hand on either side of the younger man and glaring down at him. “I‘m calling you a cock sucker boy and you’re a dammed good one.” Bjorn said seriously. “Come on let me make you forget all those sores by taking you. I’ll be gentle.”
William frowned up at Bjorn it seemed he wasn’t going to get away tonight with out being molested. It’s funny how now he didn’t mind that idea. The pair stared at each other for a few seconds until William broke out into a smile.
“Oh alright I suppose we can have a little fun.” He said giving in. “But if I’m sore in the morning your doing my chores for me understand.” Bjorn hummed in victory then leaned down lowering his lips to Williams hoping to steal a kiss. But just as he was about to make contact a knock at the door startled them.
“Sire!” Came a frantic voice through the wood. “Sir please open the door!”
Bjorn turned to the door then back to William. “Hurry lad into your old room I shall get rid of him.” The baker hurriedly nodded and sprang form the tub dashing to the spare room and shutting the door behind him. Bjorn had watched him as he left admiring that round ass as it left his sight. Whoever had bothered him was going to pay for the interruption! Stepping out of the tub Bjorn quickly stormed up to the door and pulled it open with tremendous force. Standing on the other side was a castle guard. The man was out of breath and panting heavily. “WHAT!?“ Bjorn growled at the man.
The guards eyes widened as he took in the sight of the Valhallen prince naked and dripping wet before him. After a few awkward moments he regained enough composure to speak. “S…Sire I have horrible news.” He began as he adverted his eyes. “It, it concerns yuir father m‘lord. He… he… he…”
“Well? Out with it boy!” Bjorn shouted. He was in no mood for on of his fathers spectacles. The old man most likely wanted him for another scolding and he had better things to be doing like ravaging his younger lover.
The guard gulped clearly nervous. “Your father was found unconscious in his bedroom with a deep knife wound at his side. It, it appears someone has tried to assassinate him.”
Bjorn staggered back when he heard the news. Someone had tried to murder his father? Someone had tried to murder his father! He had to get to the older mans side imminently. “Alright I shall be there shortly allow me to get dressed.” Before the other man could answer Bjorn had shut the door and was reaching for his discarded clothing. “William!” He barked out.
The baker poked his head out of the spare room. “Is he gone?” Bjorn nodded and he stepped out into the room. Seeing his previously eager lover dressing he asked. “Bjorn what’s wrong?”
“It’s my father William he’s been attacked I have to go to him now.” Bjorn said buttoning up his shirt. “You remain here and wait for me alright. I will return shortly.”
“I will, don’t worry.” William said as he watched The older man leave.
As he rushed down the slightly darkened hallway Bjorn was so worried about his father that he failed to notice a pair of eyes watching him as he left. Stepping out from the shadows Gunnar grinned wickedly as the larger man continued down the hall.
Being a quiet as he could be he tiptoed over to Bjorn’s bedroom door and cracked it open a little. Inside he could see the princes slave naked as the day he was born waiting on the bed a worried look on his face as he peered out the window. A surge of lust ran through his body strait to his dick as he remembered how the prince had howled during the voyage as the fat little man pleasured him.
Gunnar usually never bothered with men not even to rape an defeated enemy as some warriors did. But this boy obviously had some sort of talent and he was going to make sure that he got to partake in them before the boys part in his plan was over. But that was for later. Softly he closed the door again and began following where Bjorn had gone of to. “All the pieces are falling into place.” He said smugly to himself as he walked
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Bjorn called out his fathers name as he entered the Valhallen kings bedroom. Searching around the room he found Magnus laying in his bed body propped up by several blankets. There were a few guards around him and he was being attended to by an elderly medicine woman who was slathering some sort of salve around a large ugly looking wound.
“Father!” Bjorn called out again. “Are you alright!?” He walked over to the front of the bed.
Magnus raised an eyebrow at the mans stupid question. “Dammed no I’m not alright can’t ye see I’ve been gutted?” He said gruffly as he pushed the medicine woman away. “Be gone you witch.” He shouted. Finishing his little tantrum the old king folded his hands on his stomach and pouting similarly to how Bjorn did.
“Father allow her to heal you please.” Bjorn implored him.
The old man glared at him. Magnus was notoriously grumpy when he was hurt or sick. Sighing the old woman stood up and went over to Bjorn. “It is alright my master the wound is not too deep and has been treated enough for now I suppose. He’s out of immediate danger.”
“Thank you then yuir dismissed.” Bjorn said patting her gently on the shoulder. As she left the big man moved around the bed kneeling down next to it trying to get a better look at his father. He could see that yes the wound was alright for now but the older Vikings skin was deathly pale. “I know this is stupid father but I’ll as ye again, are you alright?
Observing his sons worried look Magnus softened a little. “Yes boy I am fine now it wasn’t too deep as that woman said I’ll survive.” He said calmly. He laughed “Takes more then an assassin tae kill me.”
Bjorn place his hand over his fathers. “That it would old man.” He smiled. Turning serious he turned to the guards. “Did you find who did this to him?”
They both looked at each other then shook their heads. “No sire whoever it was left as we entered the room.” One said. “We gave chase but he easily outran us.”
Bjorn growled in annoyance at their incompetence. These men were suppose to keep watch over his father. As Magnus got older and perceivably weaker. His old enemies could come out of the woodwork at any time intent on revenge. “You better make dammed sure he is captured or I shall see to it myself that yuir hung.” Bjorn seethed. Both men nodded curtly understanding the gravity of the threat. “Now outside with both of ye my father will need his rest.”
“Yes sire.” They said together.
When the pair of men were gone Bjorn turned back to his father. “Do not worry father we will find the one who hurt you.”
“Yes you might find him but what of the next?”
“Pardon?” His son asked confused.
“An assassin does not just simply attack someone they are hired by someone else to.” Magnus explained. “Even if we were to find the one who attacked me and kill him there is nothing to stop his employer.”
Bjorn stayed silent for a second the other man was right. “What if we interrogate him?”
“Nay it won’t work. A good assassin will never tell and this one must be good to get into our castle.” Magnus said sullenly. “It seems like my days are growing short my son. Which is why I have decided something for you.”
Bjorn could feel the blood draining from his face. “What is that father?” He said trying to keep the tremor of anger out of his voice.
“Do not start with me boy.” Magnus said instantly noticing the tension. “I have chosen a woman for you of course! Since you have not even so much as tried to court someone this last year. It is a girl by the name of Turid. She is the daughter of an old noble family. You met here during the third festival in spring if I remember correctly.”
Bjorn though through to all the people he had met that day. He vaguely remembered one woman by that name. She had hung on to his arm like a lamprey the entire evening squawking about how handsome he was. If his memory served him right she had a nice… personality. “Her father?” Bjorn said trying to hide his horror.
“Yes boy her.”
“But, but, but why!?”
“Turid’s two older sisters have had ten children apiece.” Magnus explained. “She might not be much tae look at but she is a pleasant enough woman. Plus she will birth a dozen healthy sons for you Bjorn.” He finished chuckling.
“I will not marry her or any other woman father!” Bjorn said adamantly.
Magnus merely waved the argument away. “Oh yes you will you have no choice in it boy! It is all arranged for you. I was planning on telling you the day of the wedding next spring. But as in seeing I have been targeted I have decided to move up the date. In a months time she shall become your wife and that is all!”
Bjorn stood up barely containing his rage. Magnus might have been his father and injured right now but he had no right to force him to become bounded. “I will not do it father! You will have to drag me kicking and fighting to the event.” Standing and turning on his heals Bjorn stormed out of the room not wanting to speak with the older man anymore.
When his son left Magnus’ angry mood evaporated and was replaced by sadness. Why couldn’t the boy see he was trying to make sure he was taken care of once he was gone. Giving his son those lessons was to make sure he was able to take the throne and getting married was to insure he was happy and with a wife and heirs of his own. He would have to try and make Bjorn see this next time they talked.
The old Valhallen was about to turn over on his good side and try and get some sleep when someone walked into his room. Magnus turned back around hoping Bjorn had returned but instead Gunnar stood there a seemingly sympathetic smile on his face. “Yes Gunnar what is it you want.”
“To talk to you sire.” The raven haired man said.
“About what? Hurry man I need my sleep.”
Gunnar placed both his hands behind his back and lowered his head. “About the fight you and the prince had just had.” He looked up at his king giving him a shy look. “I must apologize sire but I was eavesdropping and heard most of it. I wish to give you my thinking about the situation.”
“And why would I give a fuck about what you have to say?” Magnus asked angrily. Gunnar wasn‘t exactly his favorite underling not after all his questioning of his orders.
“Because I agree with you.” Gunnar said. He took a few steps closer to the other man. “It is time the prince began acting more like an adult. He should understand that you are only doing this for his own good.”
Magnus nodded to this it was good to hear someone on his side on this topic. “Good is that all you have to say on the matter?”
“No I think you should try talking to him again about it.”
The Valhallen leader huffed. “I had already thought of that dog.”
“No I mean right now. Bjorn is a thick headed fool sometimes but if you keep at it right now he will break this night.” Gunnar laughed lightly. “That’s how I got him to attend my training sessions a few years ago remember.”
It was a good point “Oh but I will never catch him now. The boy is most likely wandered off to a tavern tae drink.”
“Nay sire he’ll be going to his room I am sure of it. While walking by earlier I heard two voices inside. I believe he had a “Visitor” if you know what I mean.”
That was the last straw the boy was so against in marrying Turid yet here he was consorting with some woman in his room right now. “How dare that unruly boy brush off my decision! He will understand that my word is law!” Magnus climbed out of his bed with a pained grunt and walked stumbling towards the doorway. “Gunnar I might have misjudged you. Thank you for yuir advice.” He said.
No problem sire.” Gunnar said. “But might I suggest you bring a pair of guards with you in case he becomes violent.”
“I hate to agree with that but yuir right.” Magnus responded as he left the room.
When he was gone Gunnar smiled to himself again. ‘Why are the royals so easily tricked.’ He asked himself.
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Bjorn was practically roaring with anger when he reentered his room. As soon as the large red-haired man was inside he slammed the door so violently that the sound caused William who had been asleep to wake up and nearly jump a foot off of the bed in shock. “How dare he even think that I would go along with this!”
“Bjorn what’s wrong!” William asked sitting up. Whatever it was it was big. The baker had never seen his lover so angry.
William’s query didn’t seem to penetrate Bjorn’s angry mood the man kept seething and cursing. “If he weren’t my father I would have killed him right there on the spot!” Coming into contact with one of the rooms tables Bjorn upended it and snapped one of the thick legs right off using it to assault the next piece of unlucky furniture.
This was bad Bjorn was going to end up destroying everything in the room. Thinking fast William threw one of his pillows at the rampaging man. When the soft item made contact and bounced off of his head. Bjorn turned to the source of the attack snarling. His angry eyes fell upon his lover laying on the bed naked with a startled look on his beautiful face.
That was all it took. Williams fear was like a splash of ice cold water to the face. Bjorn finally calmed down and slumped to the ground his backside coming in contact with the stone floor. “Oh, oh lad I’m so sorry I’ve frightened you.” He said shaking a little.
“It’s fine.” William said standing. “But what on earth got you so upset?” He sat down in front of Bjorn cupping the hairy mans bearded face.
Bjorn leaned into the touch. “My father lad. He said something horrible to me.” He began. “Since he has been injured today he believes that he will be killed soon. …So he has arranged for me to marry. So that I may have things in place for my ascension to leadership.”
William stopped his gentle petting. “Really?” He asked looking into Bjorn’s troubled eyes. The big man frowned then slowly nodded. A large knot of worry began growing in the bakers gut. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I do not know William.” Bjorn admitted. “I suppose that I’ll have tae do as he wishes. Marry this woman and produce a gaggle of children just to appease him.”
William could actually feel his heart being squeezed with each word the other man said. “I…I guess your right Bjorn.” He drew his hand away.
Grabbing the bakers hand and bringing it back to his face Bjorn smiled at him and said. “Don’t ye dare fret lad I will continue tae be yuir lover. I will just have to sleep with my new wife occasionally as well. Though I shall not enjoy it.”
{William: “That’s suppose to make me feel better? I’m suppose to like the idea of Bjorn having sex with this woman? Marrying this woman? Having children with this woman?”}
William tried to take his hand away again but Bjorn wouldn’t allow it and held on tightly. “Why are you becoming so upset boy?” He said confused. “I know this is not perfect but as I said it will not change our relationship. We can continue our affair I will still have sex with you, be with you. I will just have to have a wife to get my father off my back it’s the same as with the lessons, a chore.”
William couldn’t look the older man in the eyes he knew if he did he would break down. “Please just let me go Bjorn.” He said sadly.
“I will not!” Bjorn said firmly. “Not till you tell me why your suddenly so despondent. My words were true nothing will be diff-”
“-Of course it will be different Bjorn!” William said finally turning back to Bjorn. The Valhallen warrior was stunned to see tears running down the bakers face. “You’ll be married!” He continued. “I can’t continue to be with you if that happens! How can I live with myself knowing that the man that I love is in another’s persons bed!”
Both men stopped breathing when they realized the word that had been spoken. They stared at each other for several seconds Bjorn’s surprised green eyes locked with William’s blue ones. After what seemed to be an eternity Bjorn broke the silence. “What did you jus say lad?” He asked in all seriousness.
“I…I said…” William stuttered.
{William: “By god what did I just say? How could I say that? It’s obvious that even though he enjoys our time together he doesn’t… couldn’t ever love you, you idiot. He’s about to marry a woman proving that all this is, is just fun. And you were having fun too. But now… now he’s going to leave realizing that you want more out of all this.”}
“I said nothing.” William said trying to backpedal away both metaphorically and physically.
Bjorn wouldn’t allow him to escape however an pounced on the younger man pinning him to the floor. “Tell me what you just said this instant boy!” He commanded
William began shaking he knew that Bjorn wouldn’t let up until he said what he said again. “I said, I love you.” He said shakily. “I’m in love with you Bjorn.”
Bjorn opened and closed his mouth several times as if he didn’t know what to say. “D...do you mean it lad?” He asked finally.
William knowing this was the end nodded sadly. “Yes for a while now.”
What happened next was a enormous shock to the baker. Bjorn leapt up to his feet and pulled him into his arms lifting him clear off the floor. “Oh, lad I am so happy tae hear you say this!” Bjorn said happily. “I love ye too. So very much!”
Despite Bjorn’s heartfelt confession William didn’t believe him at first believing the man was just trying to calm him. But when he looked into the proud Viking warriors eyes he could see unshed tears in them. “You really do love me?” He asked in wonder.
“Didn’t you hear me baker I. love. You. And only you.” Bjorn said clearly and garnering no argument. “I won’t marry that woman William I promise ye. I care not what my father says what he does. I’m am yuirs. If I could I…I would marry you.” He placed William back on the floor then leaned down and kissed him wrapping his arms around the pudgy man.
William eagerly responded kissing the older man deeply. Before long he found himself lifted in the air again this time by two strong hands cupping his backside. He hummed happily into Bjorn’s mouth as he wrapped his legs around his hips. He believed by his movements that Bjorn was moving them to the bed so they could have sex.
His suspicions were confirmed when they fell onto the soft surface and the Viking said. “Lad now, I need ye now so much. I want, need tae have ye. Not just for sex but tae make love to you.” As soon as the words make love were uttered the bakers hands went to the Vikings belt and began unbuckling it. Bjorn smiled at the eager movement of his lover. “I will never grow tired of saying this lad. But I love ye boy. I love ye, I love ye, I love ye!” He said as he began to lower his head intent on capturing a pert nipple between his teeth. Before he made it however a loud gasp broke their romantic mood.
Both men snapped towards the direction the sound had just come from. When they saw who made it they both gave horrified gasps themselves. Magnus himself stood at the doorway a pair of guards behind him trying to see into the room over their leaders shoulder. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!” The Valhallen king roared.
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