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 6
The trip back to the Viking armada was a quiet one. The setting sun the prefect backdrop to the melancholy mood that was in the air. William was lost in the shame of how he moaned during the event that just had happened and Bjorn confused by how much he enjoyed the whole episode.
As they approached the ships a call of greeting could be heard from several of the Valhallan warriors. “Stay close boy.” Bjorn reminded.
Not wanting to be near his tormentor William hesitated but when he saw the hungry stares the other Vikings were giving him he did as told. The man who had grabbed William during his first escape attempt walked up to the pair and placed his hand on Bjorn’s shoulder.
“Good afternoon to ye Bjorn.” Gunnar said upon seeing him. ‘Have fun with yuir bath?” He asked in a teasing tone. He leaned over looking past his charge to William. Seeing the slight limp the boy had he grinned. “Well, now I can see you had fun.”
“Lay off, I haven’t the time for yuir teasing.”
“Aye you don’t I reckon don’t. you only have time to sleep yuir arse off and fuck yuir little pet here.” Gunnar said sternly.
The snide words made Bjorn stop dead in his tracks. “Do not start with me Gunnar you know I would be helping you on deck if my father allowed it. We’re equals during the raid.”
{William: “As I listened to Bjorn’s words I began to wonder just exactly was his position in this group. He had to be important if his father could order all these large men around.”}
Gunnar gave Bjorn a stern look but it melted within a few seconds into a phony grin. “That you would I have no doubt. But still can’t worry the old man now can we. Get to yuir seat we’re about to leave.”
Bjorn sighed but nodded affirmative to the quasi-order. “How can I ever thank ye Gunnar for yuir understanding.” he snidely passing him
The dark haired man looked over to William who was trying his best to hide behind Bjorn. “Well for one how about letting me spend some time with yuir new slave there.”
William stiffened at this request. ‘Great now I’m going to be passed around to his friends.’ He thought bitterly
“Nay I did not mean him cad.” Bjorn clarified harshly. “He’s a skittish one and not to good at his work. He might sound promising but his attitude is hell” he half lied.
“If you say.” Gunnar said stroking his beard. “If you say.” he watched with interest as William followed his “Master” to their ship.
As they made their way onto the Viking longboat William shuddered a little. He was glad that Bjorn wasn’t a total monster and had let the other man have him for awhile.
“You don’t have to worry boy I won’t allow them to have you. Especially that man” Bjorn suddenly said. William bumped into the larger man not noticing he had turned around and stopped. He looked up at him with confused eyes. “If I did allow it they would tear you up and leave you to bleed out I recon. Most of my people care little for foreigners, I don’t really care for them myself. I’ve showed restraint with you because of yuir skills. So never forget it.”
“What if they just force me like you did.” William asked harshly.
Bjorn turned away and continued to walk. “They won’t I said not to touch ye so don’t worry.” he said climbing down the hulls stairs.
William followed. “And why would they listen to you? Just who are you here anyway?”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet boy? My father is our leader the chief of our country, a king and as his son I’m the next in line.” The Viking explained.
William gasped. “Your… your a prince.”
“I suppose that be a way tae look at it.” Bjorn said sitting down on his bed. “Remove my boots.” he commanded.
William ignored the order and sat down on a bed a small distance away from Bjorn. Sighing at being disobeyed yet again the older man went about removing his own shoes. “I’ll break ye one day lad just you wait and see.”
“I doubt that.” William responded turning to face away from the his “Master“. “I don’t listen to brutes who force themselves on others.”
“Watch it boy or yuir fancy necklace will be sent to the bottom of the sea.” Bjorn warned. As usual this quieted the baker. Bjorn wondered why that small thing was so valuable to the younger man. “Boy tell me why do you want that thing so?”
“It was a gift from my mother.” William said quietly. “She gave it to me on her death bed. So please don’t throw it overboard”
Bjorn was taken aback by this and for a moment he thought of returning it but remembering that it was the only thing keeping the baker obedient shoved that thought away. “Don’t worry I won’t toss it lad as long as you do as yuir told.”
William breathed a sigh of relief. “Fine what do you want me to do.” He relented turning back towards the other man. To his surprise he saw that Bjorn had laid down and was turned away from him seemingly asleep. “Guess he was tired.”
{William: “Now was my chance to look for my locket again. but when I went to move I found myself growing tired as well. I guess the days events finally caught up with me. Before I knew what was happening I found myself lying down on the bed I was on and my eyes drifting shut. I can look for the locket later was the last thought that went through my mind before sleep overtook me.}
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{William: “The next five weeks of the voyage to wherever the Vikings were taking me was uneventful. After what happened in the cove I had expected to be manhandled by my captor again but he didn’t seem to want a repeat of the event. He didn’t even want me to suckle him again.
Not that I wanted it but if I wasn’t going to be used for my mouth they what reason did he have to keep me around. My mind kept going back to the attack on my village and how many of my neighbors met their ends. I feared that I was going to end up like that myself if I proved to be useless.}
William yawned as he woke up from his short nap. The last two months had been boring for him. Usually he would like this sort of thing, it giving him ample time for his baking. but getting kidnapped had soured the rest considerably. As his eyes adjusted to the low light in the ships hull he found himself alone. When he realized this he sprang up wide awake and rushed over to Bjorn’s belongings ransacking for his locket. It wasn’t often that he got the opportunity to search.
“You know boy I’m not going tae make it easy for you to find that piece of gold right?” Bjorn’s voice said from behind him. William turned stunned that the large man had snuck up on him so easily. He cringed expecting to be struck or worst for his brazen actions. “Calm down ye git I’m not going to hurt you.” Bjorn admonished. “After all have I hurt you in all these weeks since you became my slave?”
“Let’s see.” William said acidly. he tapped his chin pretending to thing about the question. “You knocked me out after you made me suckle you the first time, you forcefully mounted me twice, you backhanded me once, and let’s not forget all the times you took me by the hair and forced my face into your crotch?”
“I meant besides those few times?” Bjorn said grinning. The smaller mans smart mouthed backtalk had grown on Bjorn during the voyage. Almost to the point where he didn’t mind it at all anymore. But the boy was giving him some leeway the baker actually did what he was told on occasion. Which while not much was something. “But forget that now I have good news! You and I are going.” Bjorn walked over to his cot and after snatching a tunic away from William began to gather his things.
“Where are we going?” William asked cautiously.
“We’ve arrived at Valhalla m’boy time to return to my home.” he looked over to the younger man. “You ready to do your job?” William stepped back thinking about what his job meant. “Calm down I meant cooking! I wasn’t lying when I said I like yuir bread. I’ve been wanting for some more since the loaves we stole turned.”
William highly doubted that but nodded feigning belief. “So what should I expect?”
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Turns out what the baker should have expected was a parade of sorts. The Vikings walked down the main street of a large village people cheering them as they passed. Bjorn acted like a ham the entire trip waving to the crowd and flirting with a few women as they passed.
William however was silent trying his best to not attract attention. most of the townsfolk ignored him which was good but a few stopped Bjorn and asked if they could purchase the baker. Bjorn politely declined them but the prices kept going higher and higher and the men who asked for him seemed to get meaner and meaner looking. The baker felt that it was only a matter of a high enough price before he found himself in another mans possession.
In between offers and William had time to observe the street around them he was being dragged down. It reminded him a lot of his own village only much, much bigger and the buildings were different, made of rough stone. The entire country seemed to be covered in snow and there were patches of ice on the streets here and there and hanging from the roofs like spikes.
The biggest thing to draw the bakers attention however were the high cliff walls that surrounded the entire town. ‘This entire place must be hidden within a valley.’ William thought to himself. When he had left the ship William remembered seeing that the long boat had to travel down a narrow canyon which lead into a small harbor.
“Quite a place isn’t it boy?” Bjorn said noticing Williams curiosity. “Were completely hidden here in Valhalla. The entire island looks like a mighty rock from the outside.”
“It s a strange place.” The baker commented. “Where are you taking me?”
“Show some respect slave.” Bjorn reprimanded. “My countrymen won’t take to you being disobedient understand.” the last word was said with a touch of worry. “And to answer yuir question we are going to my father’s home where I live. like I said.”
“All of us?”
Bjorn shook his head no. “Nay my fathers men will be returning to their homes to drop off their loot right now. They’ll be going there afterwards however for a feast though. As for me I’ll be glad to be rid of them for awhile myself.”
Looking around William could see some of the raiders leaving the group, rejoining their families as they passed their homes. “I’m sort of glad myself” he muttered. “I won’t have to worry about being molested night and day.” he looked up to his “Master” “Well being molested by the other men that is?
As they walked through the streets the crowd began to dissipate and all of the raiders left leaving the pair alone. “You know for a prince or whatever you don’t really have much of a homecoming.” William observed.”
“I don’t need all the fuss.” Bjorn said angrily. ‘B’sides I didn’t do much during the raids only having some fun. I‘m nothing special.”
The sandy haired man snorted at the mention of fun. “Your really think pillaging and raping another persons home is fun.”
“Why not. Besides we had a bad harvest this year so we needed the supplies.”
{William: The aloofness of my Vikings words angered me a little destroying my life was nothing but a game to him. A swear every second I spend with this man I feel sicker and sicker. Let’s just hope I can blend in with the rest of his servant once we get to his house. Maybe then he’ll tire of me and return my mother necklace. Then I can stow away on a boat and get to freedom.”}
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After what seemed like an eternity William and Bjorn made it to the Valhallan’s home. The baker had to crane his neck back to fully take in the castle he was going to be living in now. “This is your home?”
“The family home actually.” Bjorn corrected. “My family has led our people ever since we landed here four hundred years ago.”
“Your people have existed for that long.” William turned to Bjorn amazed.
The larger man chuckled at the sound of amazement in the sandy haired mans voice “We’ve been around longer then that boy. We were chased here four hundred years ago. Now enough of this history lesson my father is probably waiting for us.” Bjorn grabbed William by the sleeve and pulled him into the large castle.
The inside of the building was lavishly decorated with fine rugs and gold and silver bobbles adorning the walls. William could see this is where most of the wealth from the raids went. After walking through several long halls the pair found themselves before a grand door. “This is the throne room lad.” Bjorn informed. “Be on yuir best behavior got it! If you backsass here it will be considered an slight to my fathers pride and he shows no mercy to foreigners. Once a man spilled food on him and he ordered him to have a blood eagle execution.”
{William: “The sound of that “Blood eagle” didn’t sound good. As much as I hate obeying this pig I think it would be better for my health to do as he says.”}
William nodded in agreement to Bjorn’s speech. And with a satisfied grin the Viking pushed open the large heavy doors. “Father I’m here!” Bjorn shouted as he stepped into the room
Following the larger man inside William’s nose crinkled as the sent of alcohol filled his nose. The smell reminded him of his own father but that was all that reminded him of Jacob. Sitting at a throne which had pulled up against a table was the gray haired man who had attacked him at the village, Bjorn’s father.
“Finally made it aye son!” The man said. After speaking the large man too a long swig from a stein. “Still don’t know why ye didn’t want to come home this morning when I did.”
Bjorn took a deep breath as if preparing for battle. “I had to retrieve my things father. And besides I had to gather my slave here as well.”
Magnus cocked his head to the right getting a better look at the man trying to hide behind his son. “Oh didn’t realize you still had that thing with you.” he said. “Thought you would have sent him off to the market like the rest we picked up during the trip.”
{William: “Thing? Wow didn’t think I could hate someone within minutes of meeting him.”}
Bjorn placed a hand on Williams shoulder. “Nay father he’s proven to be of some help.” he grinned. “He’s a right obedient one. Ain’t that right boy?”
At the touch of the red haired mans hand William almost pulled away but remembering the warning played the good slave and adverted his eyes.
“Aye I bet he has.” Magnus said. “Gunnar told me of the incident after I boarded one of the other ships.”
“Um… yes father I had to show the lower who was in charge and you know the best way to dishonor a man is to force him over a barrel.” William looked up to Bjorn after what the other man had just said. He found the large Viking blushing slightly through his beard in embarrassment.
“That’s true son but afterwards we don’t take him again.” There was an awkward moment between Magnus and his son before the older man smiled and held up pheasant leg. “But forget all of that now son. Now is the time to celebrate our homecoming. Pull up a chair and get to eating.”
The previous mood forgotten instantly Bjorn laughed at his fathers boisterous declaration and walked over to the food filled table. He stopped after a few steps and looked back expectantly at William. The baker stared back for a few seconds before realizing he had to follow the larger man and hurried over to him. Bjorn satisfied continued walking and sat down at the table a few feet from his father.
William went to take a seat next to him but stopped when Bjorn grabbed him by the arm. “Not here boy on the floor.” William was about to ask why when he noticed Magnus giving him a stern look.
Deciding not to incur the older Vikings wrath William sighed and sat down on the cold floor. “Sorry.” he muttered. Bjorn glared at him. “I mean sorry master.”
“Good boy.” Bjorn whispered. The large man tore into the food in front of him conversing with his father between bites.
William for the most part tuned out the words above him and looked around the room. The place was obviously some sort of throne room but it also had the feel of a lodge. The stench of alcohol permeated the air and there were several more tables filled with food which the pair had walked past to get to Magnus’ table. Hanging from the walls were the pelts and heads of game animals alongside broadswords and other weapons.
The sound of the large doors opening again startled William out of his thoughts and drew his attention towards a group of men walking into the room. Fear welling up inside of him William scooted away trying to hide.
A heavy arm landed atop the bakers head gently. “Don’t worry boy they won’t bother you. They‘re just here for the feast remember.”
William nodded and watched as the group of rowdy men greet the father and son then take seats at the tables. A group of beautiful women followed the men each carrying trays of food and drinks sitting them before the large men. Before retreating a few steps away from them some avoiding the groping hands of the men.
With a warm chuckle Magnus stood up and held out both his hands in a gesture of greeting. “My Valhallen’s, my beautiful Valhallan’s I welcome you to my home.” The gray haired man began. “One year ago we set out on a mission to sack and raid the English. Through all the battles and bloodshed we showed those weaklings our warriors might and took as we wanted. Their treasure, their food, their women! Nothing was beyond our grasp. Tell me my friends did we have the time of our lives?!”
A near deafening roar of triumph rang out from the crowd. “DAM RIGHT WE DID!” came a reply.
Magnus laughed obviously pleased. “Good, good! Now that we have that out of the way let us eat and sing and fornicate!” another cheer echoed in the large hall. “Run wild my boys and cause some damage!!”
The whole room erupted in chaos at the command men joking and devouring the cooked food in front of them. After a few moments of staring at the animals in shock William was tapped on the shoulder by his “Master”. “A real celebration wouldn’t you say lad?” he asked.
“If that what you want to call it.” William responded. He watched as a drunken Viking pulled a woman down onto his lap and began poring mean onto her chest which he quickly lapped up. “I think it’s disgusting myself.
“You foreigners don’t know how to have a good time m’boy.” Bjorn snorted and went back to his food.
{William: This was a good time it looked more like an orgy of decadence. Four hours I watched as the Vikings celebrated. The men ate and drank as if they hadn’t four years. And the sex that went on around me. I saw woman after woman manhandled by the men. A few of the beasts actually had there way with them right at the table while there friends cheered them on. Strangely all of the girls welcomed the attention even seeking it out from some men. I guess they enjoyed serving these men. Fat chance I would ever be like them.”}
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