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 8
Bjorn let out a loud belch as he downed yet another mug of ale. His seventh since coming to a local tavern with Rolf. Usually sitting inside the musky smoky drinking and sharing stories with the other patron made him happy but today it just made him feel numb. The event of last nights attempted conquest of the two lovely women he had taken to bed returning to his mind.
He couldn’t get why it had felt so empty. The girls were more then eager. Bedding with the chieftains son was considered the highest honor by most of the women in kingdom. So as expected they tried their best to impress Bjorn. But all he could think of while they had their fun was how the bakers hole felt wrapped around his cock. How the man clung to him moaning as he fucked them both into stunning orgasms. It was shameful how much his body craved the other man. Being a Valhallan male meant he should be strong ignore the baker and bed as many women as he could. But all he could think of was how much he enjoyed taking the sandy haired slave.
“Bjorn what’s wrong?” Rolf asked looking over to his friend.
“Nothing.” Came the short reply.
The thinner man placed an arm around his brooding friend. “Now, now don’t lie to me you old dog. I’ve know you since we was kids and I can tell when you got something on yuir mind. Not that that’s often.”
Bjorn smiled at his friends insult. Maybe Rolf could help him with his dilemma. Then again he might act disgusted if he voiced his lustful thoughts. Wanting help Bjorn decided to try something. “Ok then I’ll tell ye what’s troubling me.” he began “I have this craving for something, something I shouldn’t crave.”
Rolf raised an eyebrow. “What is this thing?”
Thinking fast Bjorn said. “Ale, my fathers private ale reserves.” he said. “I tasted a bit during the raids and ever since it has been on my mind. It’s taste, the aroma, the way it feels when I have some. I‘ve begun to crave it every waking moment.”
“Must be some fucking good beer.” Rolf commented. The other man had a feeling that his friend wasn’t really talking about liquor but decided to play along.
Bjorn gave a deep rumbling sigh. “That it is my friend.”
Rolf tapped his chin and thought for a few seconds. “Well… if it’s so good then why not have it. When you find something that you want that badly you should just grab it and have a much of it as you wish. Be dammed of the consequences.”
‘Consequences?’ Bjorn thought. what would be the punishment if he was found with the baker in his bed? His father would be angry and most likely force him to marry some random woman he choose suitable for his son and William… well it wouldn’t be pretty for the baker. Then again how would Magnus ever find out? William wouldn’t tell anyone the shame of the act weighing on his mind emasculating him. ‘And besides father never comes to my room.’
Rolf remained quiet while his friend processed his advice. The wily farmer had a inkling as to what was wrong. Bjorn must be attracted to a slave girl and wished to have an affair with her. Rolf himself had had a few affairs with willing girls when he was younger and found it amusing that his friend, a man who once shouted to the heavens that he would “Never get so caught up in a woman.” was so enamored with someone.
After some serious thought Bjorn came to a decision. “Yuir right my friend I will take what I want and dammed well enjoy it!” he held up his stein of ale proposing a toast.
At his friends declaration Rolf’s goateed face broke into a grin and he lifted his drink to meet Bjorn’s. “Aye, aye!”
That said both men took long swigs of their ale glad that the dour mood had been lifted. Once done they continued to chat, Rolf informing his friend of what took place in his absence. After a while they were approached by the barkeep an elderly man with a balding head. “It’s almost midday my boys will you be having something tae eat?”
Remembering his promise to Aida, Bjorn shook his head and stood to leave. “Nay Sigr I’ve a prior commitment at home.” he turned to Rolf. “Would you care to join me at home for some food? Aida’s sure to have made a large feast.”
The farmer nodded. “It would be a crime to miss one of her meals.” he laughed. The pair made there way to the door waving a goodbye to a few friends as they left. “So are you going to tell me why this Ale of your fathers is so good?” Rolf asked as they made their way to the castle.
Bjorn gave him a dirty but playful look. “Never mind that my friend.” choosing to tease his friend he added. “But I will say it has a full body to it.”
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William sighed as he heard a servant announce that “Master” Bjorn had returned home for the noon meal. the pudgy baker had gotten into a good mood baking his bread and helping Aida with the food. But now he was reminded who the food was for.
Aida stepped in front of the despaired man carrying a pair of serving trays lined with pheasant and pork. “Come along William it’s time for Master Bjorn to taste that lovely bread of yours.” the older woman said. She turned away and walked out of the room. “Better hurry the flock tends to get grumpy when they haven’t eaten.”
William gulped at the thought of upsetting the large men he was being held hostage by. He quickly picked up another two trays one was filled with meat like Aida’s the other had his fresh baked bread on it. Keeping quiet the baker followed his new friend through the drafty halls till they found themselves standing in front of a closed door across from the one that led to the great hall.
Aida juggled the trays in her arms freeing a hand which she used to gently tap at the closed door. After a few moment’s Magnus’ voice called out “Enter!”
Giving William a encouraging smile Aida pushed the door open and led him inside. The room they entered was a small modest dining room with a single table. Sitting at the table were Bjorn, Magnus, and a thin man with dark brown hair William didn’t know. The three appeared to be in deep conversation but stopped the second the smell of the hot food hit their noses.
“Here you go my masters.” Aida said giving a small bow. She placed her trays in the center of the table then stepped back. “I hope my food is to your standards.” The woman lowered her head showing respect.
William was a bit turned off by how the cheerful woman had become so demure before the Vikings and stood still a little stunned. After a few seconds the young man noticed the three seated men giving him expectant looks. Realizing what they wanted William went over and placed his load onto the table. “Here you go… my Masters” he choked out. “I hope the food is to your standards.”
{William: “And I hope you choke on it you stupid hairy barbarians.”}
Magnus and the stranger seemed to be sated by the bakers words and turned their attention towards the food. Bjorn however seemed the most pleased and gave the younger man a smug grin. The smile angered William quite a bit and he turned to leave the room but was stopped by Aida’s hand on his arm.
“Ye cannot leave yet Dear.” She chided. William sighed and went over to stand next to Aida.
{William: “Of course! I had hoped that after we fed these animals that I could go back to that nice safe kitchen. But it now seems like I’m expected to stand here and continue to wait on these guys. As I watched them eat I realized that this meal was a more quiet affair so at least I didn’t have to worry about a repeat of last night.”}
As he ate Bjorn could hardly keep track of the conversation between him and his dining companions. His soul attention seemed to be focused on the chubby baker standing across the room from him who was fuming like a wet cat obviously not wanting to be there. The boys moody behavior amused him for some strange reason and made him want to watch.
“Bjorn!” Magnus’ voice called out. “Are you listening?”
Snapping out of his thoughts Bjorn turned to his father. “Sorry father my mind is was elsewhere.”
“Learn to pay attention son.” the older man said. “Doing so can keep your out of trouble.” he gave his son a teasing smile.
“Or get you into trouble.” Rolf added.
The comment made Magnus laugh. “That’s also true boy.”
“You keep out of it Rolf.” Bjorn said feigning anger. The red haired man gave the impish farmer a hard stare and took a bit out of a piece of bread he had picked up. As soon as the warm bread hit his tongue he let out a soft moan at the wondrous taste of it.
Both Magnus and Rolf stopped their talking to look at Bjorn. “Something happening under the table we should know about?” Rolf asked.
Bjorn flushed a little both from his friends joke and from the fact of the sound he made. “If you must know you I was commenting on this bread here. It really is quite good.”
Magnus stared at his son for a moment then over towards William not liking his son complimenting the help he grunted getting the boys attention. “Enough of yuir flotsam son, that bakers bread cannot be anything special.” to prove it himself he took a piece himself and bit into it viciously. When he did his eyes opened wide in surprise. The bread had to have been the best he ever had.
Rolf saw the look on the older Valhallan’s face and wanting to see what caused it ate a piece as well, his reaction was the same as the other two men’s. Soon all three men were veraciously eating from the tray of bread the sandy haired slave had set down.
“See I told you?” Aida said nudging William.
William couldn’t believe his eyes the three brutish men were eating his creations like they were made of opium. “Whya rae they going crazy over it?“
“Well dear most bread around here is tough a gritty.” Aida explained. “It’s the way they’ve made it for years.” Within a few seconds the tray was empty and the men were licking the crumbs off their fingers.
“What did I tell you father!” Bjorn beamed. “The boy knows how to make good food.” he gave his father a smug grin.
“Don’t ye be getting full of yuriself boy.” Magnus reminded. “But I do suppose his skills are adequate at best. A proper cook from our land could do a much better job.”
“Not by much!” Rolf interrupted. “Who would have thought a filthy slave could cook like this.” Seeing the looks he was getting from his king he amended. “I mean yes it’s alright.” a few brief seconds passed before he spoke again. “Is there more?” he asked turning to William and Aida.
“Of course there is young master.” Aida said cheerfully. “William here made enough to feed an army.”
“Very good bring us some more will you woman.” Magnus spoke.
Aida bowed and turned to leave but was stopped by William. “I can get for you sir.” He said to Magnus.
The older man glared at him for his impudence but decided the baker wasn’t worth yelling at right now. “Fine what ever just hurry and jet the dammed things.”
“Yes sir.” William said through gritted teeth. He quickly made his way out of the room heading towards the kitchen.
As soon as the baker was out of sight Bjorn saw a chance and stood up. “Excuse me for a moment father I need to relieve myself.” He explained. Magnus barley acknowledge his sons reason and went back to finishing his meat.
Bjorn left trying his best to be nonchalant about it but once he was far enough away from his father and friend he went off running following after the baker.
William let out a frustrated roar as he entered the kitchen “Those dammed Vikings are getting on my last nerve. How can anyone treat people like that!” angrily William went over to the pile of bread he had made and roughly threw them onto a serving tray.
As he stood there fuming and cursing under his breath he failed to notice the large person entering the room and walking up to him behind his back until a vice whispered into his ear. “You did a nice job of impressing my father lad.”
William shouted in surprise and turned around dropping several pieces of bread. Standing there in front of him was Bjorn. The man wore a bemused grin on his face. “Oh you again.” The baker snapped. “Can’t you just leave me be?”
“Watch who yuir talking to boy.” Bjorn said the hundredth time. “Remember who is the master here. And remember who had yuir mothers pretty piece of jewelry.”
William narrowed his eyes but said nothing more about his distaste for the larger man. Instead he returned to his tray. “Excuse me master but your friend and father are waiting for this so I’ll be going.”
Bjorn not paying attention to the other mans words stepped up to the baker and bent him over the preparation table roughly holding him down by the small of the back. “They can wait a few more moments lad.” he whispered into Williams ear. “I’ve come tae decision about us.”
William not likening the finality in the Vikings words struggle in his grasp. “Let off you great beast.”
Bjorn only chuckled at his captives fidgeting and continued talking. “I’ve been craving that smart mouth of yuirs boy, and that pleasantly lardy bottom of yuirs as well. I need them real bad and I care not of how wrong it is to desire these things. I will have them and you will gladly offer them to me understand.”
The large man tried to make his command sound appetizing to his slave but from the shocked gasp he gave he could tell that the prospect scared the little man. “You’ll give it to me understand or I’ll sell that fancy piece of gold of yuirs.”
{William: “Oh my god! I thought as I struggled. I had hoped he had tired of me being his personal whore. But I still had that niggling doubt that I would be subjected to his lustful advances again and now here he was about to make the arrangement permanent. I just couldn’t allow it, no it would not only be wrong to lay with this monster.”}
William managed to get free enough to twist around in Bjorn’s grasp to face the other man. The pair stood eye to eye the larger bend over to meet the others gaze. Thinking fast William raised a hand and stroked the Valhallan warriors bearded face. “You really want me to service you master.” he said sweetly.
Bjorn slowly nodded puzzled by the bakers sudden acceptance. “Yes slave I do.” he loosened his grip and ran his hand up and down the other mans arms. He was about to suggest they move to a dark corner when a sharp knee found it’s way right into his crotch.
Bjorn stumbled back howling in pain from the attack. Once it had passed his eyes snapped to the doorway thinking the other man had run away but to his surprise William wasn’t there instead the man was in the corner of the room. William straitened up best he could intending to strike the baker in pure rage but stopped when he realized the baker had a sharp looking knife in his hands.
“And just what do you plan to do with that boy?” Bjorn said nervously. If his slave attacked him there would be no talking with his father Magnus would have the young man killed. “I don’t think ye could kill me with it if that be yuir plan.”
“I… I’m not planning to.” William said shuddering. Mustering up his courage he raised the blade and held it up against his neck. “You stay the hell away from me you hear it? I’ll be your slave I have no choice in that I’ll even bake for you. But I will never, never allow you to touch me again in a sexual way!”
Bjorn was taken aback by the very serious threat. “But lad you moaned when I took you in the cove you enjoyed me touching you.”
“You forced me “Master” remember. I can’t help what my body does.” William pressed the knife against his neck a little harder. The sharp edge drawing blood
“Don’t!’ Bjorn pleaded. The large man couldn’t believe the little baker would threaten his own life or how much the thought of the baker being dead scared him. “I’ll…. I won’t touch you as you asked alright just place the knife down.”
William relaxed a bit lowering the knife but raised it when Bjorn took a step towards him. “Promise me you won’t.” he commanded.
Bjorn stood up strait. “I Bjorn son of Magnus son of Idgar vow to you on all my honor not to touch you lest you allow it.” Bjorn knew he was taking a risk wording his vow that way but he had to give himself some sort of opening.
William seemed to agree to the promise and lowered the blade letting it fall from his hands as he slid down against the wall to the floor. Once sitting he kicked the weapon away letting it skid across the stone floor. Seeing it far away from his slave Bjorn sighed releasing the breath he hadn’t notice he was holding. He was about to go over and pick up the knife when Aida came in.
As soon as she saw the blood trickling down Williams neck she gasped and rushed over to him. “William.” She cried kneeling down. “William what happened!?” she tilted his head and examined the cut. “Bjorn did you see what happened?” she said forgetting her role as slave.
Bjorn remained quiet for a few seconds looking at William. The baker stared right back glaring at the red haired man with hate in his eyes. “Nay Aida I didn’t see a thing.” He answered. “The lad must have accidentally cut himself.”
She turned to Bjorn a glint of suspicion in her eyes. “Are you-”
“He’s right Aida” William said interrupting her. “I’m really clumsy. The knife just flew out of my hand.” he gave her his signature lopsided smile then looked up at his Viking captor a slight scowl on his face. “ Thank you for coming to my rescue when you heard me cry out “master“.”
The dead angry tone the young man used when he addressed him made Bjorn frown. He could tell that the boy was trying his best to repress his disgust and anger at having to even look at him. “Yuir welcome slave.” he said turning away and leaving the room.
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