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 4
“What‘s going on?” William asked himself. The young baker had woken from his sleep only a few seconds ago. When he had come to he found his face firmly pressed into the bed he laid on top of but that wasn‘t what had him confused. The thing that puzzled him was the heavy mass that was pinning him down to the cot. Whatever it was it weighed a ton and then there was the question as to how it had managed to get there in the first place.
Figuring that the only way to get an answer was to move the baker tried to squeeze out from beneath the heavy object but he soon found himself stopping when the thing holding him down snorted and belched into his ear. Suddenly William knew what it was and how it had ended up atop of him. It was that hairy pig Bjorn. That monster had fallen asleep on top of him after having his filthy way with him.
“Dammed bastard.” William cursed. Using sudden strength he didn’t know he possessed William pushed himself up Bjorn rolling off of his body and coming to rest next to him. Glaring over to his assaulter William was both shocked and outraged to see the large man still asleep a satisfied smile on his bearded face.
{William: He’s smiling! That creep is actually smiling about what he did!!}
Rage boiling over William raised his fist and struck the sleeping man as hard as he could in the gut. “See if that makes you smile ass!” the sandy haired man smirked ads he watched the Viking start awake with a loud snort and clutched his stomach in pain.
When the shock of being woken up so rudely wore off and the pain in his belly subsided Bjorn sat up and looked around the hull trying to see whom had hit him so he could beat whoever attacked him to death. But what his eyes fell on was not some fierce intruder but his slave. A slave who was giving him a death glare.
Bjorn shrugged his shoulders dismissing the incident and laid back down rolling over to his side. “Since your up boy how about you get me some food aye?” He told the other man as he scratched himself.
“You want me to get you food!?” The baker fumed. He struck the larger man again this time in the face.
Bjorn enraged that the lesser man had dared to hit him sat back up “What the hell!?” he shouted. His attention now fully on his slave Bjorn growled. “Do that again boy and- oomph!”
The Vikings threat was interrupted by a foot finding its way into his stomach. “I’ll do it as much as I want to savage!” William shouted. As Bjorn tried in vain to recover from his attack the baker reached into Bjorn’s front pocket and quickly found his locket pulling out of the barbaric mans clothing and leaping to his feet.. “Now if you excuse me “Master” I’ll be going!” William stuck his tongue out at his captor and raced towards the hulls lone staircase. A manic smile reached the boys lips as he pushed open the trapdoor leading to the deck. Free he was finally free!
{William: “Well that was easy! Guess the mighty Vikings aren’t so mighty after all. Now all I have to do is make my way off of this boat and I can find a way back to the village. Let’s just hope I can escape before I meet any more…”}
“What do we have here?” A voice called out. Before William could realize what was happening he was roughly lifted from the trap door and was dangled a good foot of off the ground. “Is this Bjorn’s new little pet?”
William twisted in his captors grasp seeing how had caught him. What his eyes fell upon made him gasp. It was another man equally as large as his attacker but with a black scraggly beard and slicked back hair of the same color. The man held him by the scruff of his shirt grinning at him evilly. “Let me go!” William shouted.
The demand was met by a chorus of laughter. Spinning around in the mans grasp terrified baker found out he was surrounded by a group of twenty large men. They were big, hairy covered in scars, and all of them were brandishing weapons of some sort. “I’m going to rip your head off!” A roar came from below deck.
{William: “Crap he’s coming!”}
The trap door nearly exploded from the force Bjorn used opening it. With a deep growl he stood up on deck ready to trounce his impudent slave. “Where is that little-”
“What’s the matter Bjorn slave get the better of you?” The man holding William laughed.
At the mans laughter Bjorn turned towards him and William. He stormed over to them and wrenched the locket out of the bakers hand. “I Ought ta kill you boy!” he told the frightened man. “No one hits me and get’s away with it. Beg for my forgiveness now!”
{William: “I might have been in a nightmarish situation but no way was I going to do that.”}
Giving Bjorn a dirty look William stuck out his tongue again and blew a raspberry at the other man. Everyone on deck broke out in boisterous laughter at the childish antic. Everyone that is except for Bjorn. Who being embarrassed at being made fun off in front of his friends was turning nearly purple with rage. “Gunnar Put him down now!” Bjorn fumed.
The Viking holding William, Gunnar seemed to be amused by all this laughed the loudest. “Well Bjorn looks like you got yuir hands full.” The he said dropping the sandy haired man onto the deck. “I wouldn’t go through the trouble of breaking him in.”
“He already broke him in!” A voice called out followed by more laughter.
Gunnar gave Bjorn a wicked grin. “That he did If the sounds from down below were any indication. Wouldn’t mind having a little pet myself on this trip especially if they’d go around without a bottom on.”
William gave the man a puzzled look then noticing for the first time he looked down and to his horror realized he didn’t have any pants on. ‘That’s right That jerk ripped them off of me.’
“Though I’d rather it be a pleasant maiden then this one.” Gunnar continued.
Bjorn suddenly annoyed that his friends were ogling his property went over to William and rudely helped him to his feet. The baker cupping his hands over his privates as he stood up. “He was all I could find after you twits took all the good woman.” Bjorn laughed.
William who was looking at the laughing Viking could notice the fakeness in the smile. But his attention was shifted to the roving eyes around him. Despite Gunnar’s statement about wanting a woman more the Vikings seemed to be eyeing his backside with obvious interest. Suddenly feeling like a piece of meat William moved closer to Bjorn bumping into him.
Feeling the smaller man run into him Bjorn looked down at his slave then following his eyesight noticed his men eyeing the baker. “Back off you idgets.” He informed them. “This one ain’t for fuckin’”
“Then why did you get to!” One accused.
“He needed to be taught a lesson.” Bjorn informed. “And he did learn it right?” He glared down as William. “Or maybe I should let you all have ‘im”
William hearing this glared right back at Bjorn “Yeah I learned my lesson.” He said through gritted teeth.
Believing he won Bjorn smiled smugly for a second before he asked Gunnar. “Where’s my father?”
“He went to board on of the other ships.” Gunnar answered. “Told me to tell you that yuir under my command until we return.”
“Aye, aye.” Bjorn said exasperated. He hated the thought of being under this mans control. Gunnar had never really been his favorite person. “Anything else?”
Gunnar gave William a hard stare. “Nothing Bjorn.”
Bjorn nodded. “Good inform me when we reach our next stop.” grabbing William by the arm Bjorn pulled the man back down the hull stairs. Once the were down he flung the baker down onto one of the beds and leaned over him.
William scrambled across the cot expecting to be molested again by the hairy brute. “Back off asshole!”
“I’ll cut off that dammed sharp tongue of yuirs if you don’t learn respect boy.” Bjorn said sternly. “But don’t ye worry I ain’t goin’ to have you again.” he turned away and pulled out what looked like a burlap sack. “Here cover yourself less you want to be flashing the men some more.” he held out the cloth for him to take.
Giving the other man a wary eye William leaned over and snatched the piece of cloth out of Bjorn’s hands. Examining it he found out it was a piece of crude clothing made of burlap. “And I’m suppose to put this on?” he asked.
“Yes.” was the simple and slightly annoyed reply.
“Guess I don’t have any other option.” William sighed. He started to remove his slightly tattered shirt but stopped when he noticed Bjorn was watching him. “Do you mind!”
“Boy your bare assed right now I don’t think taking off yuir shirt will embarrass ye anymore.” Bjorn said tiredly. William didn’t seem to be convinced by this and continued to stare at him. “Ach fine!” The Viking turned away.
“Good.” shedding his shirt quickly William gasped as the cold air hit his body. “Why are you doing this? I mean kidnapping me and all.”
“Like I said I think you’ll come in handy as a hole to fuck.“ Bjorn said unapologetically. “And I wasn’t lying about the bread you make it is quite good. You’re to good to kill outright.”
“Geeze thanks.” William said sarcastically. “If I’m just your whore then why even bother with clothes for me.”
Bjorn turned back towards the baker. The younger man was now dressed in the loose fitting burlap clothing. Reaching under his bed once again Bjorn took out a piece of rope. “Here use this as a belt.” he commanded.” William scowled and took it tying it around his waist. “And just so you know boy I am getting you dressed because I don’t like the way the others look at you. If they had it their way they would pass you from one to the other raping that chunky bottom of yuirs.”
The baker gasped. The thought of being used that way scared him. “Um, Thanks I guess.” he said looking down. Then what Bjorn said hit him. “Chunky bottom!”
Bjorn grinned at the outrage in the other mans voice. “Aye chunky. Trust me I know it did jiggle quite a bit as I drove inta ye.” William lunged at Bjorn enraged at being talked about like that but his attack was held off by a strong hand pushing him back. When the younger man fell back on his bottom he cringed in pain. “Yuir bottom hurting boy?”
“What’s it to you!” William snapped.
“Be plenty can’t have an open wound here boy you’ll get sick.” Bjorn reached over and removed a small jar from a satchel on the floor. “Here, this salve will heal yuir ass.” he grave the baker a wicked grin. “How about you put in on right now.”
The other man folded his arms and huffed. “I’d rather be in pain.”
This statement made the Viking frown. “Yuir still disobeying me boy? …Fine I’ll put it on you myself.” using his great strength Bjorn quickly leaned forward and strong armed the hefty baker onto his stomach
“No not again!” William cried out. “I’m not going to let you-”
“Be still slave.” Bjorn snarled “All I am doing is healing ye.” without much warning Bjorn opened the jar and dug his finger into it. “Now deep breath boy!” he laughed as he worked his hand under the bakers new clothing and fingered his back entrance spreading the sticky salve around the hole.
As soon as he felt the probing fingers William panicked expecting a encore of what had happened earlier that day. “I said no you stupid brute!”
“Watch yuriself boy.” Bjorn commanded. “ I’m doing it for yuir own good. Now shut up and relax you have chores to do after this like getting me my food!”
“Like hell!” William screamed in frustration.
{William: “Not the best way to start a new day huh? But that was my first day being Bjorn son of Magnus’ slave. God how I hated that man those first few hours. The man was a pig and a brute. Commanding, rough and altogether unpleasant those are the words that came to mind as he used his thick fingers to spread that burning salve around my hole. I called him every name in the book that first day but all he did was laugh at me or remind me that if I didn’t act like a good boy he would toss my necklace overboard.”}
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Nine days later….
William grunted as he pushed open the trapdoor again to look above deck. Through the small crack he had made he observed several of the Vikings wondering about some doing chores some just lounging and talking. ‘Why do they have to be so dammed big.’ He muttered to himself. ‘If they were normal sized I’d be able to escape I bet.’
“Trying to flee again boy?” Bjorn asked from his usual position on his cot. The large man was laying down with his eyes closed trying to get some sleep.
William closed the trap door and walked back down the stairs. “Flee to where” The hefty man huffed. “We’re in the middle of the ocean now.”
Bjorn peeled open one of his eyes. “Come now boy. Why not make the best of all this. You’ll be taken care of trust me. Food, clothing, a good place to sleep, and of course you‘ll get lots of sex.” The last part was said with a cruel chuckle.
“I had all that stuff before you lot burned it down!” William sneered as he sat down across from the other man. “And as for the sex, please I could do bette roff with my own hand.”
The Viking sat up and scratched himself. ‘Why does he have to be so unruly?’ he thought looking at William. The boy had a sharp tongue on him, always a smart ass remark. Usually Bjorn would have gutted any lower who acted this way towards him but for some reason this boy made him smile. His petulance only amused him and when he could get the boy on his knees with his cock in his mouth he did a good job.
“So… I guess we’re going to be spending the day down here again?” William asked. At Bjorn’s nod he sighed. “Is… this all you ever do?” William asked.
“What does that mean?” Bjorn asked.
The baker only shrugged. “I’m just saying all you seem to do is sleep and eat, eat and sleep. Not exactly very Viking like if you ask me.”
Bjorn cocked his head. “…Viking?” When William pointed at him explaining he rolled his eyes. “Is that what you lowers call us?”
“That’s what you are aren’t you?”
“Nay my people are not from the land of “Vi-King” my homeland is called Valhalla” Bjorn explained. “So I am called a Valhallen.”
“Fine whatever now how about answering my question.” William said. “Unless your to stupid to understand.”
Bjorn snorted annoyed but decided to play the young mans game. “I stay down here at my fathers request. The one you met earlier.” The hairy man lowered his voice mimicking his father. “Moving around the ships deck can be dangerous Bjorn. I’ve lost three sons and I‘ll naught lose you to.”
William racked his brain trying to place where he met the Viking father “He was that big guy I met when I woke up right? The one yelling at you?”
Bjorn nodded. “Aye that was him couldn’t you tell by his looks? Me and him look very much alike.”
The baker raised his head his blue eyes meeting Bjorn’s green. He had to admit that yes he did look like that older man. “Starting to fancy me m’boy?” Bjorn said with a smug grin.
“What no!?” William quickly averted his eyes. “I was just trying to see what you meant. As if I‘d want to even touch you”
Bjorn believing what the baker had said “Take a joke slave. I know the only one you’d want to be with is a pretty lass right, maybe a girlfriend back home?”
William blushed at this for a completely different reason. “I‘m looking forward to some woman myself once we return.” Bjorn added. “Fire women who would put the goddess Sif to shame. One for every day and night methinks. How does that sound to you lad?”
The baker deciding he didn‘t like where this was going decided to turn the question around. “So you like women? Then why did you kidnap me?“
“Of course I do boy! What man doesn’t?!” Bjorn laughed. “Just cause I cum in that warm mouth of yuirs don’t mean that‘s all I want. Yuir just a means to an end for now.”
{William: “This bit of information was a great relief to me. The Viking liking women more meant that once they were docked he might be left alone. But if that was true then what was going to happen to me once we go to this mans home?”}
“A means to a end?” William began. “So I guess your going to do away with me once your home right?”
The Viking across from him waved this thought off and laid back down. “Don’t worry boy I might have better options at home to sate my urges but your mouth is something to good to give up.” he said over his shoulder. “You’ll cook for me most of the time. But every once and awhile I’ll come to ye and command you to yuir knees.”
William huffed at this. Not exactly a pleasant life. “A lazy Vikings personal whore.”
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