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 7
The party lasted into the wee hours of the night William was forced to remain on the ground while Bjorn partied. Which for the baker was annoying the large red haired man had gotten drunk off the mead being served and was slurring his words. Around midnight a pretty woman approached the Viking and whispered into his ear giggling as she did.
William eyed the woman as she spoke to Bjorn. She was petite with a large chest and long blond hair. As she spoke a gleam lit in Bjorn’s eyes. William had a inkling at to what she was saying and it was confirmed when the large man stood up and placed an arm around her. “Father please excuse…urp…. me I’ve got something tae do.” as he spoke Bjorn nuzzled the girls neck.
‘That’s m’boy.” Magnus laughed finishing his drink. “I believe I shall do some business myself tonight” He looked over to William. “What about yuir slave son shall I send him off to the auction house? He won‘t fetch much I‘m afraid”
Bjorn turned his intoxicated attention towards the baker as well. “Naysh father hesh be mine like I said. He’ll be staying with meh.” he turned away and began leading the woman away. “Come along boy.”
Not wanting to remain in the loud room any longer William stood up and followed. As he left he turned back and saw Bjorn’s father watching them as they left. For some reason William felt as if the older man was trouble though he couldn’t place why. As they walked out of the lodge and down a long darkened hallway another woman joined them agreeing to whatever was going to happen.
After a short walk the foursome made their way to a closed door. With a clumsy push Bjorn opened it and ushered to women and William inside. With happy laughter Bjorn flung the women under his arms onto the bed them landing with amused giggles. Bjorn grinned at them then back at William. “Some treat hey boy?” he asked the sandy haired man. He threw off his cloak and pulled off his chain mal and shirt. “Though I’m glad tae say they’re all mine.” He scratched his naked chest.
“Trust me I don’t want them.” William muttered. The smaller man watched as his “Master” walked over to the women and rubbed his hands together as if he was getting down to hard work. “Do I have to stay here and watch this?” he asked in a pleading voice.
Bjorn jerked to a sudden stop. “No I suppose you don’t.” he pointed over to a door at the rooms side. “You can stay in there tonight. My brother used to sleep there.” That said he lunged at the bed landing atop it and was instantly taken a hold of by the two women.
William not wanting to be in the room with the Valhallan and his trollops any longer hurried over to the other room and tightly closed the door behind him after entering. He cringed as an shrill giggle and Bjorn’s chuckling came thought the door.
“Yuck.” he said making a face. Trying his best to draw attention away from the sounds coming from the other room. William peered around the bedroom he found himself in it was smaller the Bjorn’s room but decorated similarly. A large four post bed covered in thick furs sat in the corner. The piece of furniture looked very inviting and warm. Sighing once again at his predicament he walked over to it and laid down.
“William: This place is the worst yet. The entire country is like Sodom and Gomorra. I don’t think I’ve ever met such a boisterous bunch and Bjorn is the worst of them. But at least I was away from them right now. As the night wore on I tried my best to get some sleep though I really didn’t succeed in that. The sounds of carnal debauchery from the next room kept me awake most of the night. But after about three hours of holding a pillow to my head I finally fell asleep.”}
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An sleepy exasperated sigh was the first sound to ring out in the morning in a small room within Valhallan castle. Laying atop the rooms small bed was William his bloodshot eyes having just opened. Between the party and the sounds from the next room the poor baker had only gotten a few hours of sleep last night. With much effort he pushed himself into a sitting position then got up from the bed.
“What a night.” He moaned into his hands. “Can’t wait to see what fresh hell I’m going to have to suffer today.”
Staggering a bit from tiredness the baker walked over to the door leading to Bjorn’s. he listened at the door for a few seconds trying to deduce if the Viking was in there. The sounds of soft snores were the only sound coming from the room. Being careful not to make any noise William opened the door and stepped inside.
The first thing he noticed was that the women from earlier had seeming left during the night laving Bjorn alone. Speaking of the hairy pig he was laying down on the bed face down asleep. He was completely naked a ray of sunlight coming from the window illuminating his backside.
“Pig.” William said to himself. He walked over to the slumbering man and glared down at him. “I ought to smother you in your sleep asshole.”
A sharp snort alerted William‘s threat had awoken the other man “You wouldn’t have tae balls boy.” came Bjorn’s sleepy reply. The large man rolled over to his side opening his eyes and yawning as he did.
The baker adverted his eyes when Bjorn’s genitals came into view. “You don’t know if I do or don’t arse.” William snapped. “Cove up will you.”
Bjorn ignore the other man and continued to laze in bed scratching his balls as he yawned again. “Where are the two I brought to bed last night.”
“I don’t really know.” William said angrily. “They weren’t here when I cam in”
“Jealous boy?”
William gave the other man a short laugh. “Why should I if your with them then that mean’s I don’t have to worry about you coming after me.”
Bjorn frowned at this. Last night while being pleasurable was lacking in something. The girls had tried their hardest but after a few hours Bjorn had lost interest in them and went to sleep. It seemed that mounting them just wasn’t the same as being with the chubby baker. Maybe he should fuck the boy again before he started the day. The Valhallan warrior shook his head dismissing the thought as soon as it entered his head. He had to wean himself off of the sandy haired man.
Deciding to change the subject Bjorn sat up sling his legs over the side of the bed. “Boy bring me my clothes will you slave. It’s about time I got up.”
William cursed having to serve the naked man but did as asked picking up the discarded clothing from yesterday.
“Not that you idget.” Bjorn snapped. “I have fresh clothes waiting for me outside the room.”
William gave him a confused look but went to the front door and looked outside into the hall. Sitting on the ground before the door was a pile of fresh clothing. “These?” he asked the Viking over his shoulder. The clothes outside were nice a white shirt made of silk it seemed and a pair of brown breeches.
“Aye bring them here.” Bjorn said. “After I’ve dress I’ll show you where ye will be working.”
“Goodie, goodie” William said sarcastically. He handed the other man his clothing then turned away as he put them on.
“Watch yuir mouth while we’re out boy understand.” Bjorn grunted putting on his breeches. “While we’re alone I do not mind yuir back sass but the rest of my people won’t they might kill you on the spot if they take offense.”
William shuddered at the words but nodded and ok. After Bjorn dressed the Viking led the baker out of the room and down the hall. They passed the hall the celebration had been in the night before during the walk. William peeked inside as they passed. Inside he could see several people asleep some of them naked, some still eating. and one pair, a man and a older woman in the act of copulating.”
The sandy haired man cringed seeing the contents of the room and quickly ran after Bjorn who had kept walking during the peepshow. “The kitchens are the heart of the home boy understand? Do whatever the woman there tells you and if there’s any trouble she can’t handle tell someone to get me right away.” Bjorn instructed as they walked.
“Really? You want me to ask you for help?” William asked.
“Of course. Yuir ass is mine remember and I want tae make sure yuir all right.”
“Why?”
Bjorn sighed the little man was full of questions today. He was about to answer him when the question really sunk in why did he care what happened to the baker. He no longer intended to have the boy suckle his meat so really there was no reason to care. But something made him want to insure the boy was safe. Seeing the expectant look on Williams face he said out loud. “Never you mind slave just do as told.”
William was about to question him again when they stopped in front of a pair of doors. The smells of food wafted out from behind it. “Here it is boy.” Bjorn said opening the door.
The room inside reminded William of his bakery back home/ the place was remarkably clean. Well clean for a place where Vikings lived. And there was food everywhere in different states of preparedness. Standing at the far end of the room fussing over a pot was a middle aged woman with a messy apron on. Her dark brown was tired up in a loose knot with a few unruly locks falling down.
As soon as she noticed them enter she stopped what she was doing a cried out in joy. “Bjorn!” she placed down the spoon she was stirring with and rushed over to the large red haired man. He wrapped both her arms around him and squeezed tight. “I have missed you so much since you’ve left.” she said her green eyes tearing a bit.
Bjorn gave the woman a warm chuckle and hugged her back. “And I’ve missed you to Aida.”
William watched the exchange with great interest this was the first time he ever say Bjorn show affection to anyone. After a few moments Bjorn release the woman and held out his hand to William. “Aida this here is a slave I picked up during the raids. His name is…” Bjorn stumbled on the bakers name.
Growling in annoyance the young man interjected with “It’s William.”
{William: “Nearly two months and he still doesn’t know my name!”}
“Yes William he’s here to work with you.” Bjorn added. “We found him in a bakery so I’m assuming his specialty is bread and such.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you William.” Aida said smiling. Just as soon as her attention was on the baker it returned to Bjorn. “So tell me did your enjoy your voyage?”
Bjorn nodded “That I did. Want me to tell you about it?”
The woman face lit up. “I would but my stew will burn if I don’t watch it.”
“The boy can handle it my dear.” Bjorn offered. “Can’t ye?”
Still annoyed about him forgetting his name William didn’t answer but did go over to the pot after giving Bjorn a dirty look. Picking up the discarded spoon he went to work stirring.
“He’s a tough on isn’t he Young master.” Aida observed. She noticed that Bjorn didn’t seem angry at being ignored. “Now please let’s talk.”
Bjorn escorted the woman over to a table and he and her sat down talking as soon as they were seated. William watched the pair from across the room.
{William: “Bjorn’s attitude seemed to completely change once he began talking to that woman. the pig seemed really happy as he talked and teased with the woman as. It was obvious from the way he acted that the hairy brute cared for this woman a lot. As I watched him recant the entire raid for her I began wondering what she was to him. From her clothing which was only a bit nicer then the sack I wore I concluded she was a slave like myself but from the way she was being treated by Bjorn it looked like she was treated as a friend would be.”}
After the full story was told Bjorn stood up and gave the woman a short bow. “I’m sorry to be leaving so soon Aida but I will be expected for my morning practice.”
“Go ahead dear.” Aida said standing as well. “But you will stop by for the noon meal right?”
“Of course.” Bjorn grinned. He looked over to William who turned away as soon as their eyes met. “Um… Aida could I ask you to keep an eye on the boy for me. It seems father wants to sell him which I am against and I’ve noticed a few idle stares from some of my countrymen. I just want to be sure he remains unharmed.””
Aida took a glace at the baker. “Of course master.” that said Bjorn bid her a farewell and left the room. “William dear you can stop stirring I’ll handle it.”
“Ok ma’am” William stepped back allowing he to take his place. “What do you want me to do instead.”
“My, my being agreeable all of the sudden.” She teased.
“Well you’re a lot nicer then he is.” William said. Realizing what he said he quickly added. “Not that… master-” he cringed at the word. “-Isn’t nice.”
Aida gave him a hard stare but shrugged the comment off and smiled. “Well if yuir looking for something to do how about you bake like Bjorn said you could. He actually raved about your bread during our talk.”
William cocked an eyebrow at the mention of his bread. “I’m sure.” he sighed. Where do you keep the flour. Aida pointed to a large barrel marked flour. “Of course.” The baker laughed. The pudgy man went over to the flour and using a nearby cup began the task of baking bread.
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“Dam!” Bjorn growled. The large man was cursing because once again he had missed the target during his archery practice.
“Bjorn focus harder!” Magnus shouted at his son. “You can do it.”
The younger Viking nodded. “Yes father.” he drew another arrow and drawing his bowstring back prepared to shoot again. Once he was sure the target a larger tree was in site he let the arrow fly. Unfortunately it missed again landing n the snow covered ground with a thud. “Fuck.” frustrated Bjorn threw the bow down smashing it. Usually the Valhallan warrior was an alright shot being able to hit the target with every few shots but today he just couldn‘t even hit it once.
Magnus seeing his sons strife sighed. “How about we halt for today.” he suggested.
Bjorn looked over to his father. The older man was surrounded by a number of other men all of whom were giving him worried looks. Bjorn had been surprised to see his father watching the practice as chief of the clan he often was busy with other obligations for him to come and watch was a big deal. Bjorn had set out to prove how good he was at the skill but only managed to make a fool of himself in front of the older man.
“That’s a fine idea father.” Bjorn relented. “Guess I’m just tired from the party yesterday.”
Magnus walked over to his son and placed an arm around him. “Aye must be that son. Why don’t you go get some rest?”
“Nay father I’ve got some friends to call upon.” Bjorn said. “But do not worry about me merely an off day is all.” Magnus seemed to believe this explanation giving his son a pat on the back as he left.
Once he was alone Bjorn gave a deep sigh before leaving the area to stop by a friends home. As he walked he realized the real reason for his shoddy aim during practice today. Every time he went to aim his mind would wander and a vision of the baker writhing in his arms would appear. This problem had been in place ever since that fateful day he had taken the lad at the cove. The moans and hot wetness of the bakers hole were still etched in his mind. It scared him how much he craved for these things again. This fear was the soul reason he didn’t try to take the boy again. He hadn’t even made his slave suckle him lest that was enough to set his body afire.
The sound of his name brought Bjorn out of his musings. The red haired Viking looked up to see one of his friends Rolf walking over to him. “I just heard you were back.” He said panting. The shorter man looked up at his friend with a smile.
“Just took you till now tae notice.” Bjorn said jokingly. His mood instantly lightened at seeing his old friend. He placed a arm around his friends lithe build and led him to the shelter of a nearby tree. “How have you been my friend.”
Rolf shrugged his shoulders. “Same as ever Bjorn nothing special. How about you? Have fun running wild in England?”
“Not much fun Father only allowed me to participate in one raid.” the other man said scowling.
“Ahh so the old man is still coddling you a bit.” Rolf leaned against the tree. “Don’t be crossed with him about it thought he’s already lost three sons to accident’s he doesn’t want to lose the other two.”
“Bjorn only snorted at this his father may have the right to worry but the amount of Mother Henning was suffocating. Deciding to change the conversation Bjorn said. “Se tell me how is your farm doing?”
“Very well lost one of our men to sickness so I had to buy a slave this morning.” Rolf answered. “That’s how I found out you were back bought one of the men you lot brought back with you. A big strapping fellow goes by the name Andrew. He’s a bit upset about his wife but still seems to understand what’s expected of him.”
‘Andrew?’ Bjorn thought to himself. “Why does that sound familiar?”
“What of you Bjorn” Rolf asked. “Anything new? Were you able to get anything nice during yuir trip?”
“Yes actually.” Bjorn began. “I’ve acquired a new slave myself. He’s a tad unruly. but I’ve got him under my control for the most part.”
“You picked up a slave? Strange you mostly let your father pick out new servants. Why’d you choose this one?” The thinner man gave Bjorn a mischievous smiled. “A pretty maiden perhaps.”
“Hardly.” Bjorn snorted. “He’s a chunky baker with a potato nose.” a wicked grin came to his lips. “Does have a good mouth for suckling though. When I first found him he fought me off so I had to show him who was in charge.”
“Man bet that made him red face having to polish off your nasty knob.” Rolf teased.
Bjorn feigned anger and wrapped his arm around the other mans neck giving him a half nelson. “Shut yuir trap you idgit.”
“Ok ok let off you great dog.” Rolf chuckled as he was released. “How about we go get a drink aye?”
The idea did sound good. “Sounds good to me lead the way my friend.” Bjorn made a bemused sweeping gesture indicating that Rolf should lead the way. The taller man shook his head at his friends antics but did lead heading towards his favorite tavern.
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“It smells delicious!’ Aida praised as she deeply inhaled the sent of fresh bread. “I bet it tastes just as good as it smells.”
William had to fight off a blush forming as he took out the tray of newly baked bread from the oven. He wasn’t really used to someone praising his work like this. “It’s not really anything special ma’am.” The baker carefully maneuvered himself to the rooms preparation table and placed the hot tray down.
“Nonsense boy!” Aida admonished gently. “don’t put your self down like that. The bread looks wonderful!”
“If you say so ma’am.” William said trying to hide his smile. Something about this woman reminded him of his own mother. She used to go on about his baking too.
Aida giggled and shook her head. “ Your to humble child and please stop calling me ma’am I prefer Aida.”
“Yes ma’am…. I mean Aida.” Seeing that the last batch was cooling the baker turned back to the rest of the dough he had prepared and began forming more loafs.
“The boys here are going to be glad they found you.” Aida commented going back to her own cooking.
William frowned at the thought of “Being found”. “To tell you the truth I’m not glad they did.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t be.” Aida said sadly. “But don’t have fear William the life here isn’t so bad. In fact I’ve come to enjoy it. Master Bjorn is a sweet man.”
William huffed at this. “Sweet? That I find hard to believe ever since I met him my life had been a living hell.”
“Was he really that rough on you during the voyage?” the older woman asked.
The baker’s body stiffened from the memories of what had happened. Not wanting to upset Aida, William decided to change the subject slightly. “So how long have you been a slave?”
“Since I was eighteen dear.” the woman said absentmindedly.
Sensing nothing there the sandy haired man tried again. “How long have you known that big brute of ours.”
“I take it you mean Master Bjorn.” she corrected William nodded. “Well I’ve know the boy since he was a wee baby. I was his wet-nurse, He cute baby back then. Small but very chubby and always smiling.”
{William: “I had to stifle a twinge of amusement at the thought of Bjorn as a baby. Bet the scary brute was a lot nicer when he was younger.”}
Seeing this as an opportunity to find out more about his captor William pressed further. “What about the father you on good terms with him.”
Aida’s face darkened a little. “No.” She said quietly.
“Oh ok. Guess he’s a tough guy to get to know. The first time I met him he was yelling.” William took the tray of unbaked bread and placed it into the oven. “What about the rest of the family? I think I heard our “Master” talk about his siblings.”
“There’s not much to say. Bjorn did have three other brothers but they‘ve all passed away. It’s just Bjorn, his father, and his younger brother now.”
‘So my captor has know some hardship.’ William observed.
“Ach enough of this talk boy.” Aida said her mood brightening. “We’ve got tae prepare for the noon meal Bjorn will be returning soon.”
William sighed the thought of having to put up with his red haired master making him depressed. “Yes ma’am… I mean Aida. Where do I start?”
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