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 England 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 lusts. 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 3
Unknown….
William groaned as he came to the back of his head pounding. Opening his eyes t young baker found himself on the floor in a large darkened room. “Where am I?” He asked dazed and confused. It was right then that images of the Viking raid came flooding back into his mind. The fire, the smoke, the screams and cries for help, his neighbors dead, and finally what had happened to him.
With that last thought William had the urge to spit, the salty taste of his captors semen suddenly coming back. After he was sure the taste was gone the baker looked around taking in what he could of his surroundings.
Wherever he was it was dank and smelled of sweat, urine and moldy old wood. Looking around he could just barley make out blankets and satchels around so obviously someone must be around. Preferably someone who could tell him what was going on. However it was the sound of splashing waves that gave William a clue to where he was. “A ship!” he said. “How did I get on a ship?”
having enough of being in the dark William tried to stand but when he went to move something around his next pulled him back and the sound of clattering chains filled his ears. The young man looked back and found a long thick chain connecting him to the wall. “How the hell did I miss that!?” he said shocked.
{William: “I remember being so confused and scared at that point. Where was I, why was I on a boat, And what happened after that Viking who made me fellate him?”}
“Wait the Viking!” William said in a panic. “He… he must have captured me. I must be on his ship!” the scared man began to tug hard on the chain trying to free himself. “I have to get out of here befor ehe comes back!”
“YOU DID WHAT!” Someone from above bellowed. William recognized the voice as the older Viking who had chased him. Panicking he searched around himself and found a dirty blanket on the floor. Without a second thought he picked it up and covered himself moving close to the wall trying to hide best he could. He began shaking as he head the sound of footsteps coming down stairs. ‘Pleas don’t find me, Please don’t find me.’
“What!?” Another voice defended. “We have taken several prisoners during these raids. What could one more hurt father?” William frowned underneath the blanket, the second voice was that bastard who had force himself on him.
“Very true Bjorn but why is he on this ship and not the slave ship huh?” Magnus scolded. “And why is he chained next to where you sleep?”
{William: “I was chained up next to where!? Just what is this guy planning to do to me.”
The older Viking sighed. “Bjorn… Son did he promise you something? Because if he did you shouldn’t believe him. The English do that sometimes. They would promise you the world if they believed it would save they‘re own hides. An Honorless people f there ever was one.”
{William: Honor! Honor! You guys go around pillaging and raping and we have no honor!?”}
William heard the younger man scoff. “I know that father. But I can tell you honestly that we have no deal as if I would ever bargain with a lesser. I just thought he could be of some use to me.”
“I bet!” Magnus accused. “Of use in getting your rocks off!” The large man stomped over to where William was shaking under the blanket. “See he hides from us even now coward.” The dirty piece of cloth was heartlessly torn from William revealing his hiding spot. Bending down Magnus looked the scared boy in the eye. “Look at him son he’s nothing. We should just kill him here and be done with him.” The older man took out a dagger from his waistband and pulled William hair exposing the bakers throat. “Don’t you agree?” he pressed the sharp edge against his captives neck.
The older man frowned at his son when no answer came. He had to nip this in the bud here and now. As a raider you couldn’t be getting attached to foreigners it only ended in heartache. Besides they were nothing they were being given the honor of being used by a greater people.
“No!” Bjorn said walking up to father. “you must release him I implore you. I really do think he can be of use to us.” He turned around and rummaged through a sack located next to a bunk. After a few seconds he produced a loaf of bread. “The little man knows how to bake! Don’t you boy?”
William who had been following the conversation nodded eagerly. “Y…Ye…Yes sir!”
Bjorn smiled glad the baker had caught on. “This is the best bread I have tasted in months.” he tore off a piece and tried to hand it to his father. “Try it for yourself.”
The older man scowled for a second then took the offered food stuffing it into his mouth. He had to admit it had a certain taste to it but nothing to write home about. After a few tense seconds of chewing he released William. “Fine have it your way for now son.” He said. “But the boy is your responsibility.”
He then stood back up strait and returned his weapon to it’s holster. ‘This doesn’t need to be decided now’ he thought to himself as he watched his son sigh in relief. ’But it will be soon.’ he shook his head and left the hull climbing the stair back up to the deck.
Both William and Bjorn sighed a breath of relief as they saw the man leave. “That was close!” The Viking said.
“Yeah it was.” William agreed. It was then that he realized who he was talking to! “You’re the one who made me pleasure you!!” He nearly snarled trying to leap up and reach for the mans throat.
Bjorn was taken aback for a second by the sudden ferocity of the smaller man. The boy had just been shaking a few seconds ago but now he was hissing and barring fangs like a wet cat. A part of the Viking had to admire this another part was angry. Bjorn raised his hand and backhanded the baker hard causing him to fall back down to the floor.
“Aye I am boy what of it! You should consider yourself lucky to swallow my seed!” Bjorn growled. “And you should be thanking me for saving you there. My father was about to kill your fat ass!!”
“I’d rather he did!” The baker snapped.
“What?” Bjorn asked. Again he was shocked did this man really say that.
William sat down and huffed arms crossed. “You heard me! My life wasn’t prefect but at least I wasn’t someones sex slave.” he glared at Bjorn. “That’s why you took me with you isn’t it.”
“Partly.” Bjorn said. He had no reason to lie to the younger man. He did now own the boy after all “I did take you so you could please me. But I wasn’t lying when I said you had other uses. You can make bread right and I’m sure you can make food to.” he picked his nose as he talked to William clearly bored. “After all with that soft pudgy body I’m assuming you do nothing but pitter away in the kitchen.”
That last sentence made William seethe. This bastard sounded just like his father, Jacob. “Listen… Beejer was it. I do not pitter away in the kitchen. I bake and I cook very well in fact! I do not pitter away as you so rudely put it and for your information that does not make me less of a man.”
“It’s Bjorn! not bee-jer boy!” Bjorn said sternly not paying attention to anything that was said after William mispronounced his name.
“Fine Bjorn! And for your information my name is not boy it is William!” the baker shouted.
“You are not to call me that boy! I am master to you!” the redheaded Viking shouted right back.
William turned away pretending not to be intimidated by the large man shouting. “I don’t think so you sick son of a bitch!”
{William: “Whoa where did I get these balls? At least that’s what I thought at the time. To this day I still don’t know where I got the courage to stand up to that man like that. Guess I was stressed by all that had happened to me. Whatever it was Bjorn didn’t like it.”}
As Bjorn stood there face red from haven been spoken to like that. “Why you little fucker!” he roared. He raised his hand to hit the other man again.
“Go ahead barbarian!” William challenged. “Hit me as much as you want! It won’t make me call you master.”
The smart mouth slave was right Bjorn realized. For some reason the short pudgy man wasn’t going to budge with violence. But what would make him do as he wanted. ’What does father say?’ he thought. ‘If you can’t beat them into submission then… blackmail them.’
Bjorn gave the baker a smirk. And stuck his hand into his pocket fingering something. He then walked over to his bedding next to the other man. without any grace he flopped down and coughed to gain William’s attention. “Listen boy I don’t have to hit you to get you to call me master your going to do it all on your own.”
“And why is that.” William asked. ‘Just what is this fellow playing at?’
“The reason is this!” Bjorn pulled out a familiar piece of jewelry to William and dangled it out in front of the stunned mans eyes.
William franticly felt around his neck. Trying in vain to prove to himself that his own eyes were lying to him. “You…You took my necklace!”
Bjorn gave the other man a triumph smirk. “Yup I took it off of you while you were unconscious. Pretty little thing isn’t it?” he twirled the chain around his finger. “It would be such a shame if it were to be thrown overboard don’t you think.”
William closed his opened mouth and glared at Bjorn. “Why you…”
“AH, AH, AH, AH watch your mouth slave. This is not an empty threat I’ll do it.” Bjorn scolded. His prisoner looked from him back to the necklace then after a few seconds gave a defeated sigh “ I see you understand? Now I ask again… Who. Am. I!?”
{William: “I just couldn’t lose that necklace. I couldn’t! Now that the house and bakery were most likely burnt to the ground that small piece of jewelry was all I had to connect me to happier times. It was right then that I realized the predicament I was in. Alone, trapped on a ship, and at the mercy of that hairy brute. I could do nothing but swallow my pride and play along for now.”}
“You’re my master.” William said in a near whisper.
Bjorn snorted clearly annoyed “I’m sorry I didn’t hear that boy.”
“You’re my master.” William said again a little bit louder. “Your in control, I’m you slave I just LIVE to serve you sir!” As the young man spoke he grinded his teeth trying his best from screaming at the other man.
“Good boy.” Bjorn patted William on the head like he was a pet dog and chuckled at his humiliation. “Now how about you show me how loyal you are. Bet that smart mouth of yours is ready for more of what it had in that shop of yours.”
Williams head shot up. “You want me to do what!?” he didn’t get an answer however all Bjorn did was unbutton his pants and fish out his cock again. William looked at the large cock his nose once again crinkling in disgust. If the situation had been different he might have enjoyed being asked to do this. The Viking had a large member with a hefty girth. In fact it was the thickest and biggest William had ever seen. It was just a shame it was attached to such a horrible man.
William looked up from his captors dick to the mans face. Bjorn only nodded back down indicating that the baker better get to work if he knew what was good for him. “Fine…”
“Good.” Bjorn leaned over towards William and after producing a key from nowhere unlocked the other mans restraints. The Viking had no fear that William might run now. The pudgy man wouldn’t try to flee the necklace he had taken made sure of that. The boy had some sort of strange attachment to it, and luckily for him he could use that for his new slaves compliancy. “Get to it!” the Viking commanded sitting back down.
William mouthed a curse word but did as told and moved over to the other man. Taking a deep breath he lowered his head into Bjorn’s lap and began to suckle on his masters cock. The rank taste hit his tongue in waves but luckily he was able to suppress his gag reflex and continued with his chore.
Bjorn let loose a deep rumble from his chest and leaned back a bit enjoying the sensations the little man was giving him. But it wasn’t like last time he needed more. “Boy start doing that thing you did back at your shop.”
“What did I do?” The other man asked taking the cock out of his mouth. William didn’t remember much of what happened just what he had been made to do.
“You started to hum, do it again!” Bjorn huffed. William cocked his head giving the Viking a strange look but did as told and began humming. “No you idiot put my manhood back into you mouth and hum!”
“Yes sir.” William said sarcastically. He began suckling again humming as he did. This gained William a loud moan from the other man and a hand pressing his head further down on the dick in his mouth. The baker just screwed his eyes shut and braced himself as he head was pushed down again and again Bjorn face fucking him.
{William: “Now this was humiliating what did that bastard think I was some wet hole to be used? I couldn’t stand it anymore he was being to rough. I was beginning to choke on his cock so bad I could feel tears running down my eyes.’}
William looked up from his position of being force fed Bjorn’s cock. He could see the Viking now had his eyes closed and was grunting from the pleasure he was receiving. His anger at seeing this clouding his judgment William made up his mind ‘There is no way in hell I’m going to keep doing this!’ he thought. It was then that he choose to act he opened his mouth as wide as he could and bit down hard on the Vikings cock.
Bjorn’s eyes shot open and he yowled out in pain. William an opening presenting itself lunged towards his necklace in Bjorn’s hand intending on taking it back. But he wasn’t fast enough. The large man having recovered from the pain inflected on him and maneuvered himself around William pinning the smaller man bent down over the cot.
“You stupid little fuck your going to pay for that one!” Bjorn seethed. He reached down to the back of the bakers pants and roughly tore at them the cheep fabric easily ripping away and exposing Williams naked backside. “Little slut you don’t even wear any undergarments. Guess it makes what I’m about to do easier though.”
William still a little bit stunned from his failed attack asked “Make what easier?” the Vikings sick chuckle made William yelp him realizing what the other man was about to do.
“Going to make you scream boy.” Bjorn laughed as repositioning himself fully behind the baker. As he moved his breeches fell to the ground the weapons and other metal parts making a metal thud. “Now open up boy.” Bjorn using one hand to hold his struggling captor down and the other to push his cock between the other mans ass cheeks
“Oh no you don‘t you fat hairy bastard! There‘s no way I‘m going to let you mount me!” William yelled.
“To late for that boy now shut up and take this.” Bjorn thrust forward with a savage growl his cock penetrating the other mans hole.
William howled as he was invaded blinding white pain filling his senses. The Vikings cock felt so wide as he was split open.
Bjorn had to steady himself as the other mans internal heat washed over the tip of his cock. He had to have more of it though, it felt so good. It had been a few weeks since he had felt this kind of heat and he was intent on enjoying this. Taking a deep breath he made a few more short thrusts pushing his dick further into the wet warmth of his slaves chute.
William clenched trying to make it harder for the man atop of him. But the action only seemed to egg Bjorn on and before he knew it he could feel the larger mans hips pressed up against his ass. “Get off of me!” William grunted through his pain. “I swear I’m going to make you sorry for this!”
Bjorn only laughed at the threat and drew back a little pretending to give the other man what he wanted. But just as his cock was about to leave it’s snug confines he pushed back in hard making William cry out. “Like hell boy! Your tight if I didn’t know better I’d say you was a virgin.”
{William: “Little did that creep know I was a virgin or at least I was till he forced himself on me. This was not how I pictured my first time. I didn’t want to be taken by some hairy thug in a dirty room. I would have rather it been in my bed… with Andrew or a man as nice as him. Instead it was painful and my new “Master” was being rough forcing his way inside of me.”}
As the relentless pounding from behind continued. The pain seemed to crescendo in Williams mind and he closed his eyes trying his best to deal. “I swear I’ll make you sorry for doing this asshole!”
Bjorn laughed at this threat. “Most would be honored to be mounted by a superior man like myself boy. Just shut up and pretend ta be somewhere else!”
‘That’s it think of somewhere else…think of Andrew.’ William quickly thought. As he grunted with each thrust his mind drifted back to how he would have rather been taken for the first time. Being gently made love to by Andrew. Being touched and kissed by him, being gently filled and thrust into. He could almost feel how it would have been.
Bjorn oblivious to the pain he was causing moved to press Williams face into the cot to gain a better angle to the warmth of his slaves innards. His movement was stopped when the chubby baker pushed back into him driving the cock in his ass deeper. The Viking thought for a second that the other man was trying to fight him off but William leaned forward and then drove back again.
“Andrew… yes.“ William huffed clearly in his own world. Now this was a surprise to Bjorn. During the raids most of the men he had forced himself on had fought tooth and nail to delay the inevitable their pride being bruised by the thought of being the Vikings bitch. but the Baker seemed to be enjoying what was happening. Though obviously pretending to be somewhere else.
‘His lover?’ Bjorn thought to himself. ‘Well I’ll play along I guess.’ He leaned over Williams back and whispered into his ear. “Yeah that’s right it’s me Andrew. You going to open up for me…” He stumbled for a moment remembering the bakers name. “…Phil was it.”
William gasped. In his mind he heard Andrew voice calling him Will not Phil when Bjorn spoke. He responded by doing as asked and grinding back into “Andrew” hard, clenching as he did trying his best to pleasure his friend.
“Fuck what did you just do!” Bjorn grunted when the tightness around his cock grew. He got no answer from the man under him only an increase in vigor. Bjorn found himself moaning from the sensations and the feeling of a willing partner drove him insane with pleasure.
Losing all self control Bjorn began to piston into William with such ferocity the bed they were using began to creak in protest from. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up on him. Within a few more strokes he would unload his seed deep into his slave.
“Please breed me!!” William cried out. The younger man was close to. He imaged Andrew holding him as his climax built. It only took a few more strokes before he found himself cumming his seed spraying onto the bed below
The strangled groan and vice like grip from William’s climax was all it took to push Bjorn over the edge. The Viking came with a loud roar and stars exploding behind his closed eyes. As he came into the warm wetness of Williams hole he could feel the other man shuddering under him. But Bjorn didn’t seem to care about this cause all he felt was a sudden tiredness overcoming his body. He gave a loud sigh of contentment then fell forward trapping William beneath him as he landed drifting off to sleep.
William tired as well and with the hot sweaty man smashing him into the blankets also began to drift off. The last thought he had before losing consciousness was “Andrew just made love to me.”
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