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 2
The open sea…
‘Today…. Today was going to be a good day.’ Someone thought to himself as he observed a small town in the distance. ‘Then again In truth the last Month or so had been really good.’ taking out a telescope he looked over the small village where his boat would soon be docking. He was a large man, his messy stitched together clothing was made of several animal skins and seemed to be straining to contain his powerful barrel-chested body. His hair which was tied back into a knot was blackish gray and unkempt and a large horned helmet adorned his head. The old look object was dented and scuffed with singe marks. signs of what must have been a large fire.
“Well it looks like we got ourselves another chance tae raid men.” He said as he turned around smiling through the bushy gray beard that adorned his face. There was a group of equally large men standing behind. After hearing what their leader had said they all began murmuring to each other excitedly.
“Is it a big one Lord Magnus?” One of the men asked.
The first large man shook his head. “Nay it’s just a small village, but it…” he looked into the telescope again. “…farmers and a large marketplace. Places like those always have the best supplies.”
“And the best women!” A shout from the crowd added.
“And the best women.” Magnus agreed. “So what say ye boys? Want to dock and run wild! Want to steal some riches, burn down some houses, and have our way with some women!!” Their leader roared as he drew his broadsword and raised it above his head.
Magnus’ speech was answered by the equally loud roaring of his men each of them mimicking their leader raising their weapons. “Dam right!!!”
“Good Men.“ The read bearded man grinned but then his mode changed. “Where‘s my son?” He asked searching the group.
“He’s down below sir!” One of the armored men informed. “Seemed sort of upset about something.”
Magnus squeezed his eyes shut. “Dammed boy.” the large man cursed. “Men get ready, Valdr steer us towards the coastline. I’ve got something to do.” The men nodded then went about their assigned tasks. Seeing his commands followed Magnus made his way below the deck in search of his wayward son.
The area below the deck was dank and dark place the light barely filtering in from the cracks in the ceiling above. Even so it didn’t take Magnus long to find his son sleeping on one of the benches. “Bjorn! Dam you boy wake up!” Magnus yelled kicking the makeshift bed.
The sleeping man startled and fell off of the bench. Looking up at whoever dared to wake him in such a way he found himself face to face with his angry father. “F…Father I wasn’t asleep!”
“And I s’pose you were jus resting yuir eyes, aye?” Magnus said sternly.
“That‘s exactly what I was doing.” Bjorn said giving the older man a silly grin. The younger man was the spitting image of his father, though with a little more muscle in his arms and with a slightly smaller stomach. His hair was also different it and his long beard being a dark auburn color and his eyes were bright green and very intelligent looking.
“Well wake up boy!” Magnus huffed. “I‘ve got something to tell ye.” He wondered if what he was going to say was a wise idea. “I believe it‘s time I‘ve allowed you to take part in another one of our raids!”
Bjorn grinned. “Really?” He asked excited. During the entire voyage the younger man hadn’t been allowed into battle since their first raid and the prospect excited him.
“Of course m’boy!” His father said back equally excited. He loved seeing his son excited about battle. “Time to show us what your truly made of. Come along and see where the fun will be taking place.” Magnus helped his soon to his feet then escorted the younger man back to the deck of the ship.
Squinting in the harsh light of day Bjorn looked forwards towards the town they would soon ravage. “Doesn’t look like much father.” He remarked.
“True but it will do yuir sure to find something that will interest you there.” The old man winked. “Maybe a fine maiden to ease Yuir loneliness for a bit.”
A smirk crept across Bjorn’s face. The thought of some pleasure exciting him even more. “Today’s going to be a good day.” he said.
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William had to stifle a yawn as he helped the last customer of the evening with her purchase. He had been busy most of the day baking and selling his bread and cakes. Happy that he could put the unpleasantness and sadness of what had happened that morning behind him by delving into his baking. As each new tray of bread was taken out of the oven and each cake was sold he found himself becoming more and more happier. By the time noon had hit the young man was surprised to find himself whistling and humming as he kneaded bread
But as was inevitable the day was coming to a close and that meant he had to go back home to his father. After waiting another hour with no one coming in or even passing by the baker decided to call it a day.
“Well… guess no one else is coming in today.” He said taking a look outside. “Strange though. This is usually the busiest time of day.” Shrugging his shoulders the young man went back inside to make sure all the ovens were extinguished and the two-day old bread was thrown out. As he did the closing chores William dour mood from this morning returned.
{William: As you can see I’m happiest when I bake. Something I picked up from my mother. She was happiest when she was here to. I sometimes wonder why she ever left and went home to my father. I wouldn’t if I had a choice, I tried to stay here in fact when I first got the place. That only made my dad angry, seesh that was a mess and a half.}
William grumbled to himself as he fumbled with the lock outside of the bakery. No matter how many times he locked up he just couldn’t get the stupid key into the hole. “Why do I always have trouble with this thing.” He complained to himself. “Ah-ha!” He was just about to get the key into the hole when a loud shriek filled his ears causing him to drop the offending keys in shock.
“What on earth was that?” The baker asked. William waited for a few seconds hoping for someone to come by who could tell him what was going on or another scream. Strangely the cul-de-sac was deserted. Even with the remoteness of the area there still should have been at least one person nearby. ‘Something‘s going on.’ William thought to himself bending down to retrieve the lost keys. ‘I’ll have to find someone to ask what’s happening.’ As soon as the young baker stood up a loud explosion rang through the area making all the windows rattle and crack. When the shockwave stopped the sounds of multiple cries and screams suddenly reached Williams ears.
“What the hell!?” No longer concerned with locking the door William ran off full speed out of the cul-de-sac and towards a stairwell that he knew of. He’d be able to find out what was going on from there. As the sandy haired man made his way through the streets the sound of cries and screams grew louder and louder with each step.
Finally after what seemed like forever William made it to the open stairway which overlooked the town and bay area. As soon as he saw the state his town was in he gasped. Every building before him seemed to be on fire the screams and sounds of fighting filling the air alongside thick smoke.
“Oh my god! What‘s happening!” William tried his best to see what was going on his eyes settling on ten strange ships that were in the bay. They were large with big sales and wooden animals carved onto the bows.
‘Are those what I think they are?’ William frantically thought to himself. He had only seen pictures of those kinds of ships in books. “Vikings!!” He said mouth agape as he observed the carnage before him. Why are there Vikings here they all dies out years ago!! Williams amazement was interrupted by a shrill shriek of terror from below him. The hefty baker leaned over the railing and peered down. What he saw shocked him to the core.
{William: “Down below me I watched as a group of villagers were chased by three or four large fur covered barbarians. The men and women seemed to be getting away from the mob but suddenly one of the Vikings threw a large broad ax at them hitting a man right in the back and making him fly forward from the force falling dead to the ground. The group seeing this stopped in sheer terror as two other Vikings caught up to them and savagely killed them and worst.”}
After witnessing the morbid attack William turned away without a second thought racing down the street towards his house. “This is bad, bad, bad!” He said panicked. “I have to find dad and get somewhere safe. Maybe there’s-” His inner monolog was interrupted when he rounded a corner and saw what was left of market street.
Half the stands were destroyed the other half were on fire. The hefty baker gasped in horror as he noticed several of the people he had just greeted hours ago were scattered around him dead their blood staining the cobble road. A ruckus ahead of him drew his attention from his deceased neighbors. Standing ahead of him were several more of the Vikings some of them stealing from what was left of the stands, one was cutting the throat of an elderly man, and one, one had a woman beneath him doing something unspeakable to her.
“I…I have to do something.” William thought. He turned around looking for something to fight off the men with but to his shock he bumped into a large hairy wall causing him to fall to the ground. “What the…” He began looking up. “Oh my god!” Staring down at the frightened man was another one of the attackers. a large barrel-chested behemoth of a man with a dark gray beard and brown eyes.
“Well what do we have here a little piggy freed from the sty.” The man laughed. “Son come here. Looks like we missed one.”
Another man stepped out from an nearby alleyway. He was equally as large as the first man but had flaming red hair. To the bakers horror he noticed the red haired man carried a large broadsword which was covered in blood. “You know father I believe it would be best if I choose my own foes!” The other man said.
“Don’t get a big head boy.” The older man scolded. “Besides what‘s it matter as long as you have a good time. Now get to it the little piglet‘s right here so…” During the exchange between the two men William had scrambled up and had run away. The two large men looked at each other then towards William’s retreating back. “Well just don’t stand there boy!” The gray haired man shouted. “Go after him!”
William having sensed that he was in danger ran even faster heading back to his store. He couldn’t get home no not now. The Vikings were destroying and taking anything they could get a hold of. Jacob was most likely dead by now and his home in ashes like the rest of the village. The only place safe now was the bakery, it had a cellar one with a thick door and deadbolt. Maybe if he could get inside he could live through this. All he had to do was not get caught.
“Get your fat ass back here boy!” Came a loud voice from behind him. William looked over his shoulder to see the Vikings from earlier giving chase.
“SHIT!” William picket up the pace near sprinting to the bakery. Giving a sharp turn as entered the cul-de-sac he caused his two pursuers to stumble and run into each other making them trip and land on the ground in a heap. “That ought to buy me a few seconds he said running into his shop.’ William thought as he entered the store. He pushed the door shut only to have it smash open again, the glass and wood flying into the shop a large piece of wood hitting him in the back of the head.
As he lay there holding the back of his bleeding head in pain. He could hear the footsteps of the large men who had been chasing him. “Little piglet gave us quite a chase huh Bjorn.” the older man asked.
“Aye he did, nearly broke our necks when he pulled that little stunt out there.” The younger man who William now knew as Bjorn stepped forward and roughly grabbed him by the hair. “Gotta make him pay for that one. Got any ideas father?”
The older Viking sighed clearly annoyed a little. “Now son do I have to give you all the ideas boy.” He smirked.
Bjorn looked at his captive clearly thinking of a way to make the baker pay. Suddenly he noticed a glimmer of gold around the frightened mans neck. “What’s this!?” he reached down intent on taking whatever had caught his eye. “Just what are you hiding boy?”
William realizing what the man was referring to backed away and glared up at his attacker. “Don‘t you dare touch it!” he snarled.
Bjorn was taken back for a second because of the look in the bakers blue eyes. There was a strangeness to the pudgy mans eyes something that made him want to stare at them. “And just what are you going to do if I do boy!” He said regaining his composure. Bjorn leaned down and reached for the necklace again.
{William: “To say that I was scared to death is an understatement. I was shaking so bad I don’t think I could even move. But when that hairy brute reached down again I panicked and lifted my leg up hitting him right where it would hurt a man the most.”}
“Fuck!“ Bjorn gasped kneeling over in pain and clutching his bruised balls.
His father, Magnus found his sons pain hilarious and nearly doubled over in laughter. He was able to catch himself however and took hold of William before he could scuttle away. “Looks like he got to your jewels boy before you got to his.” he chuckled. He removed a piece of rope from his belt and used it to quickly tie the bakers hands
Bjorn the intense pain subsiding stood up strait and growled at the baker. “Very funny father.” He snapped. He pointed at William “As for you, you little cocksucker your going to pay for that.”
“Is that how your going to make him pay for it boy?” Magnus asked teasingly.
Bjorn was about to give his father a rude reply before an idea came to his mind. “Actually…”
Magnus’ eyes widened in realization. “Very good son he likes to cook like a girl why not make him act like one to.” he said pushing William towards Bjorn. The baker ended up on his knees before the younger Viking. “Just be quick of it. There’s more to do, then get your rocks off.” Magnus turned to leave. “I’ll give you some privacy boy.”
William turned watching the older man leave but his hair was grabbed roughly and he was forcefully turned back towards Bjorn’s crotch. “Come on piglet I know you know what to do. Bet a soft one like you knows all about suckling cock.”
William glared up at his captor. True he had had a few amorous encounters with a sailor once but he wasn’t some sort of harlot. “Come on, get to it or else.” The Viking threatened. William still held fast to not giving the man what he wanted. Growling again Bjorn fished out his cock for himself and slapped the bakers face with the growing member. “I SAID SUCK!”
{William: “I had to gag as the nearly putrid smell of the mans penis reached my nose. It was obvious that this guy hadn’t showered in what I could only guess was forever. There was no way I was going to suckle on that rancid thing. I don‘t care if he kills me or not.”}
William closed his mouth as Bjorn jabbed at his lips trying to get his semi erect member into the smaller mans mouth. After a few failed attempts he stuck his dirty thumbs into Williams mouth and pried it open forcefully. Then using great care he thrust forward the large dick slipping into the bakers mouth. “You bite me boy and I’ll make sure something worst then death happens to you.” Bjorn threatened.
This statement made Williams eyes widen and caused him to gulp involuntary. The action sent a jolt a pleasure through Bjorn’s member and made him growl appreciatively. “Hummm…. Keep this up boy and I might not kill you too horribly.” Bjorn chuckled.
William could only retch a little knowing he was giving the vile man pleasure and continue at his task. Trying his best to suckle on that large dirty dick in his mouth. As he did he could feel tears begin to run down his face. ‘No don’t let him see you cry.’ His own voice snapped at him in his head.
{William: “That voice was right I realized. I had to think of something else anything else. I tried thinking about my baking, then what I did this morning. But neither of those things seemed to work. Finally after a hard thrust from my assaulter I decided to hum the song I was humming earlier. So trying my best to stifle the tears I began and to my amazement it worked concentrating on the music was taking my mind off of my humiliation and inevitable doom.”}
When the man in front of him began to hum melodically Bjorn gasped and nearly lost his footing. Seemingly unnoticed by the baker his humming was sending vibrations through the dick he had in his mouth making the Viking harder then rock.
“Fuck yesss…” He hissed in pure joy. He had had his cock suckled on before by prisoners and servants before. But this was unbelievable the fat little baker had talent. Bjorn found himself getting into the fellatio. He clutched the back of his captor head and began to thrust into the wet warm mouth.
William stopped his humming when he felt the man above him pick up pace and he looked up at him. The Viking looked down at him with a glassy stare filled with lust. “You’d better get to humming again or else!” He barked. William was suddenly even more frightened and did as he was told humming even harder making the other man groan and buck wildly.
It only took a few more moments before Bjorn gave up the battle and held William’s face against his crotch as he climaxed violently making him huff in heated lust. William struggled out of Bjorn’s grip and pushed himself away, spitting out the Vikings cum as soon as he was able. Unfortunately the other man wasn’t done yet and the baker ended up with a face covered in the rest of his attackers ejaculate.
Bjorn gathered himself as he watched the baker crawl away on all fours coughing and gasping for air. This little guy had done something to him and it was good, to good to just kill him now. It would be a shame and he needed so badly to feel that mouth again. Making a decision Bjorn stood up and walked over to the kneeling man. Making a low growl he raised his fist. “Your mine little piggy.” he grunted just before driving his hand down and striking the other man hard enough to render him unconscious.
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