ást eiðr Chapter 22

Story Title: ást eiðr
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 22

Bjorn jumped off of William and tried his best to shield the boy from his father. “Father what are you doing here?” He demanded.

The older man stormed over to his son best he could with his injury. “Never you mind what I am doing here. What are doing in bed with this, this, this creature!” He said through gritted teeth.

“Listen father I can explain.” Bjorn began but his excuse was interrupted by a swift fist hitting him square in the jaw. He instantly clutched the side of his face shocked that his father had just hit him. He had never hit him like that before.

“I should have known.” Magnus seethed. “I should have known you were still fucking this slave. Is this why you have been slacking off in yuir duties all these months? Because of the distraction of fucking this mans lardy bottom?”

“Nay father.” Bjorn said. Though it was partially true. But William wasn’t a distraction he was the love of his life.

“Yes it has! It all makes sense you only stopped paying attention to yuir lessons when you brought that thing home!” Magnus accused. “Guards drag that sack of shit to the catacombs! I will not have it corrupting my son!”

Both men who had been waiting in the hallway entered the room and advanced towards the baker who was still on the bed. “Bjorn!” William said in a panic.

“Don’t worry lad they shall not take ye.” Bjorn blocked the pair protecting his love. “Begone both of you! He is staying here with me.”

Both men stopped not wanting to anger the large man. Bjorn pleased his bluff had worked stood tall and smirked over his shoulder at his lover. His bravado was crushed however when a strong fist found it’s way into his stomach making him to fall to his knees clutching his belly in pain.

His eyes slightly tearing from the damage the Valhallen prince peered up to see his father standing over him. “I said remove him you two” Magnus restated. The pair looked at the two royal surprised that the king had hit his son. “ I said NOW!” The two men snapped to attention and went over to William grabbing him by the arms and dragging him off of the bed. “You boy will pay for interfering with my son. I will see you die tomorrow through the blood eagle execution.”

Williams eyes widened in fear he had heard Bjorn talk about the blood eagle before and from the sound of fear in the brave mans voice it sounded like a dreadful demise. “Bjorn please help me!” William cried out as he was taken from the room.

“I’m coming lad!” Bjorn said gasping. He tried to get up but his father hand him down with a heavy hand on his shoulder. ‘How can he be this strong?’ Bjorn thought as he struggled. ‘Especially after getting stabbed in the side?’

“You will remain here son.” Magnus said. “Oh and men send two… no six more guards here I will need help containing my son in his room.” They both watched the baker being carried off. “I am truly sorry son It is my fault you got involved with that slave.” He said looking down at the younger man. “I should have killed him the second I found out you brought him aboard our ship. I just never imagined that he would corrupt yuir mind with his English weak-minded ways.”

“He has not corrupted me you dammed old fool! He has shown me something wonderful!’ Bjorn said shrugging off his father’s hand at last.

“No he has not trust me boy I know the English can be tricky. They are nothing but a country full of cowards, deceivers, and unmanly men and that boy is the pinnacle of all that.”

“No he is not!” Bjorn stood up to his full height and glared at his father. “And don’t you ever say that again.” Bjorn didn’t like the way his father was speaking about his lovers homeland. William, Aida, and even Julie whom he was starting to like were from that place. As far as he was concerned England was alright.

“What has happened to you Bjorn?” Magnus said shaking his head. “You would have never talked to me like this before you met that man. I do not understand why you are defending him. If it’s the sex don’t worry I’m sure you will get more then enough from yuir new wife.”

“I have already told you I will not marry Turid!” Bjorn huffed. “I only wish to be with my baker!”

“Why Bjorn, He is nothing more but a dalliance! Using your naivety and lust for the safety of being the princes whore.”

“No William is not! He loves me and I am in love with him father! If I could I would take him as my husband.”

Magnus gasped at that statement. His misguided son had just admitted that he was in love with a man. If his political enemies found out this small bit of information it might cause an uproar and could become grounds for his dethronement. “You will never say that again, understand child.” He commanded. “No one will ever know of this, of what happened here. The boy will die tomorrow, you will marry Turid as soon as possible, and we will forget and move on with our lives!” He turned and began hovelling out of the room. Bjorn followed him dead set on going to the catacombs and free William. But as they neared the door six strong looking guards appeared.

“Keep him in here” Magnus ordered them. “Do anything you need to do to make sure he dose not leave this room. Even if you have to injure him! But nothing serious.” Magnus gave his son one more angry but confused look then slammed the door behind him.

Bjorn seeing escape impossible fell to his knees and placed his face into on hands. “What am I going to do?” He lamented.

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William shivered as the cold air of the room he had been taken to ran over his naked form. “How could things have ended up like this.” He said to no one. The broken baker could feel tears running down his face as he thought over his current situation.

{William: “An hour ago I was the happiest I’ve ever been. Bjorn had confessed how much he loved me and we were about to start something wonderful. Now here I am stuck in some sort of stockade in some damp dark dungeon trying my best not to freeze to death. I wonder if my Vikings doing any better. Knowing Bjorn he’s trying everything he can think of to get out of his room and come rescue me. I hope he’ll be alright.”}

William snapped out of his despair when the sound of his cell door opening made him rise his head to see who was entering. For a brief moment he thought it was Bjorn come to save him. But that hope was dashed when a man equally as large a Bjorn with pitch slicked back black hair entered the room.

It took William a few moments to figure out who the man was. It was Gunnar the man who had stopped him from escaping that first day on the ship and the one Bjorn had complained to him about in length during their talks.

The raven haired man stepped into the room shutting the door behind himself. He gave the frightened looking baker a sinister grin and advance towards him. “Well, well it certainly has been a while since I saw you last boy.” He began. “How are things going for you? Having a pleasant time in our country? Seeing the sights? Enjoying the food?”

William eyed the man warily as he came closer. Why was this man here? Deciding to not show his fear the pudgy man spoke. “Yeah it‘s been a real holiday.” The baker said acidly. He turned away from the evil looking man. “Can’t you tell by my happy mood right now?”

Gunnar chuckled. The boy had a bit of fight in him wouldn’t think it after having to be a slave all these months. “Humm well aren’t you the…” He pulled William’s head up by the hair forcing the boy to look him in the face. “…Little smartass. I wonder if you’ll be so sarcastic when Yuir being taken to the blood eagle.”

“I’m sure I will.” William replied with a sneer. The short baker didn’t know where he was getting this bravado to talk to the man like this. It most likely came from the fact that his lover didn’t like Gunnar to much.

Despite the bakers words though Gunnar could see the fear behind his words. “You do know how the blood eagle is preformed boy?” At William’s silence he explained. “They’ll tie you up by the arms to a pair of posts then Magnus, I’m sure, will come up behind you with a pair of daggers.” He let go of William’s hair and stood in front of him hands raised. “Magnus will then take the daggers and…” He made downward stabbing motions in the air. “…Jam them into yuir back…” He lowered his hands as if slicing something. “…Slowly running them down yuir body cutting you open. Then he’ll reach in and pull out yuir lungs giving you a nice pair of bloody wings fer yuir trip to the afterlife.

As the process was described to him William could feel the blood draining from his face. No wonder even Bjorn cringed when he spoke of the execution. It had to be the most horrendous thing he had ever heard of. “Oh my god.” William said barely above a whisper.

“Yes quiet gruesome isn’t it boy.” Gunner said with a smirk. “Almost makes me think twice about witnessing it tomorrow.” At William surprised look he elaborated. “Well you see the execution will have a audience. Lots of officials sitting around watching as yuir insides are ripped out. Should be fun might even make a few coins selling seats right in the front.”

The baker could feel himself becoming sicker and sicker thinking of his fate the next day. “Is this why you came down here?” He asked Gunnar. “To tell me how much your going to enjoy seeing me die?”

Gunner shook his head. “No slave I came down here to give you my thanks.” He said. “You’ve been an great asset in my plans.”

“Plans? What plans?”

“Why my plan to make myself the undisputed leader of this country. You played yuir part very well.” Gunner smiled down at the trapped man he loved to talk about how clever he was. “It was a truly elegant plan if I might say so myself. All I had to do is kill off all of Magnus‘ sons one by one. Leaving the old fart so distraught that he became very, very depressed. Convincing the Valhallen people that he’s unfit to lead us and making him an easy target for a coup led by me of course.”

“It was such a fun plan too especially bumping off the heirs to the throne. The first one Vidar was easy, the dammed fool loved to hunt. Hunt, hunt, hunt, hunt, every day, every night. It was easy to lure him out into the wilderness with the promise of big game. Then when the big idiot wasn’t looking… WAM! Arrow right through the back.” As he spoke Gunnar pantomimed his past actions putting on a show for William.

“Lief… now he was harder. The boy had a smart head on his shoulders not easily tricked. Lucky for me the head in his pants spoke louder at times. Had a bit of a weakness for the women down by the harbor. One little shapely distraction, a good hard push and he was dead. Lastly there was Snorre, oh poor Snorre the bore. By the gods was he trouble. The man never left his room had to hire an assassin to go in and poison him. Cost me a small fortune but hey, what‘s a few pieces of gold compared to all the treasures in Valhalla. Pity though I had such fun with the other two would have liked killing him as well..”

William stooped there aghast this man who had murdered Bjorn’s brothers. The ones his lover looked up to so much. “You fucking monster!” The baker snarled. His hatred for this man was growing with every word. “I bet you were the one who tried to kill Magnus today.”

“No wasn’t me, the assassin again.” Gunnar said nonchalantly. “And for yuir information he wasn’t trying to kill him just injure him. You see it was a little amendment to my plan to get rid of Bjorn.”

Gunnar began pacing obviously angry. “Originally I had planned to have him killed during the raids. On a battlefield who’s to say what happens. Quick sword to the back and my problems over. But his father, dam him insisted that he remain on the ship during most of the battles. Guess loosing his three sons had made him a bit overcautious. I had lost all hope of killing that idget. That was… until you came along. I hadn’t noticed it on the ship but once we were home I began to realize that Bjorn enjoyed yuir company. More so then any real man should. Seeing this I came up with a new plan. Allow yuir sick affair to grow to the point where you two began falling for each other. Then expose the pair of you to the king. With Magnus’ drive for his son to get married to a proper woman he would be furious to find his son in bed with some pudgy little foreigner who the prince obviously had come to love.”

{William: “So that’s why Magnus walked in on us! I bet this guy even sent him to our room.”}

 Gunnar continued his little speech. “All I had to do is get the old fart grumpy and surly enough and point him to you two. The knife in his side helped with that. Now with any luck Bjorn, used to getting whatever he wants, will go and try something stupid to save yuir ass. Allowing one of my men to “Accidentally“ kill him during his attempt.”

“And you think your going to get away with all this? If you try fighting Bjorn he’ll easily kill you!” William threatened. “Besides why tell me any of this you know the first chance I get I’m going to tell someone!”

“Yes you will won‘t you?” The other man said feigning shock. “But oh my what do I have here?” Gunnar smiled at William and reached behind his back pulling out a strip of cloth. “ Hum… Is this a gag to cover that big mouth of yuirs? Oh yes, yes I think it is!” Gunner bent down and after a short struggle tied the gag around William’s mouth.

“One of the most satisfying things about tomorrow is that Magnus will be killing one of the only people who knows what’s going on and wants to save his remaining family.” Gunnar said patting the baker on the head. The evil man watched for a few moments as the captured slave struggled in vain to remove the gag. “Now for the other reason I’m here. I wish to see why Bjorn’s so crazy about yuir… “baking”.”

William gave him a confused look then seeing the other man unbuckle his pants he began to shout and struggle. But it was no use his voice was silenced by the cloth around his face and his movements were halted by the stockade holding him down. Terrified he watched as Gunnar’s pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them.

Gunnar walking around the frightened running his slimy hand down the boys back as he passed. When the sinister man was finally behind him he gave each of Williams ass cheeks a hard slap. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He said. Not caring how much he hurt the other man he pried the boy cheeks apart with one hand exposing his pucker and then with the other he jammed two of his fingers right into the boys hole enticing a grunt of pain from the baker.

William made a series of muffled noises which if he had been able to speak would have come out as. “Get your dam hands off me you sick bastard!”

After having his fun in hurting William a bit Gunnar grew tired of using his fingers. He withdrew them then grinned wickedly at the sight before him. The slaves hole was ready for something bigger. “Bet yuir craving a good old cock up yuir chunky ass about now boy. Especially after riding the red brutes spear for the last year.” He said slapping the bakers round cheeks again. “Got to warn you I’m most likely much bigger then yuir lover me being more of a man then him.”

laughing he leaned down and grabbed William by both his ankles lifting the boys bottom half into the air. He then spread the smaller mans legs apart and worked his way between them his cock coming to rest right at his entrance. “Time for some real cock slave?” Without any more warning he thrust forward his penis sinking into the slightly prepared hole of his captor. The thick cock sliding into his ass made William give a muffled scream of pain and anguish as he was penetrated.

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About an hour later a pleased Gunnar walked out of the bakers cell. He had a happy smirk on his face having enjoyed taking advantage of the lesser man so very much. The boy was tight and squirmed all the right ways.

“So are you done sir?” Ivar asked from his left.

Gunnar turned to give his right hand man a sly look. “Yes Ivar I’m done.“ He informed. “It’s such a shame he’ll be dead tomorrow. The little shit was a good fuck. You should have come in and enjoyed him yourself.”

“I…I’m not one to go around fucking male slaves sir.” Ivar replied staring at his feet..

The older man gave his companion a strange look something was off with the way he had said that last sentence. Shrugging it off however he turned to leave. “Come on let’s go before someone wonders why I‘m down here in this miserable place.”

Ivar was about to agree him not liking the reasons he was down there when he saw some movement out of the corner of his eye which caught his attention. In the shadows of the dark dungeon he could just make out a thin silhouette of someone who was watching them. “Um sir I think I’ll stay behind for a bit if that’s alright with you.”

His boss gave him a knowing look. “Ah good to see yuir going to take my advice.” He said thinking that his underling was going to assault the baker as he did. He tossed the keys to the dungeon to Ivar “Just make sure everything’s locked when you leave and have fun. Don’t forget to wake him up first he passed out while I was using him. More the fun to hear him give muffled screams I say.”

“Of course sir.” Ivar said as he watched his employer leave. Once he was gone the bald man turned around to find Xavier standing there behind him. After dropping the keys in his hand from the shock of being snuck up on he sighed and looked the other man in the eyes. “I need to talk to you about something Frenchman.” He said urgently.

“Of course.” Xavier replied. “Anything my amore.”

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Back in his room Bjorn stood there panting and growling. His room was in shambles him having destroyed it in his rage. “By the dragon I will get out of here and save him!” He roared to the men stationed outside of his room. They were lucky there was too many for him to fight off at once.

Outside in the hallway said guards were in a state similar to the room several of them had bruises and forming black eyes from Bjorn’s escape attempts and two of them were out cold on the floor.

This entire scene came to a great surprise to Rolf when the Valhallen farmer rounded the corner intending to visit his friend. “Wow he must be really angry.” He said observing the carnage.

Hearing him one of the guards tried to stand and stop him from coming any closer. The man walked up to him stumbling and in a stuttering voice said. “I…I’m…I’m sorry sir but, but you can’t co-”

“Don’t worry man I was told to come here by his father.” Rolf lied. “He thinks that I could…” Another bellowing from Bjorn broke his sentence. “…Calm him down.”

The man gave him a look as if he had offered him all the riches in the world. “Oh, Thank you sir! Go, go right in please!” He begged.

Although slightly weirded out by the mans behavior Rolf bowed to him in thanks then moved passing him and entering Bjorn‘s room. Inside he gazed around the messy room his eyes falling upon his large red haired friend who was stooped over the bed tearing the poor piece of furniture apart. “Well I’ve seen you throw worst tantrums.” Rolf said joking.

Bjorn hearing his friends voice stopped his destruction and turned around. “Rolf?”

“Aye it’s me who else would it be.” Rolf said walking over to him. “Care to tell me what this is all about? Had to bribe a guard to even get into the castle.”

“They’ve taken him!” Bjorn said angrily. “My father has taken my William away and is planning on killing him tomorrow!”

“William? …Oh, that pudgy little baker that makes that wonderful bread right? My wife has been on me to ask for the instructions on how to bake that.” Rolf tilted his head confused. “Why on earth would yuir father want to have that boy dead?”

Bjorn jerked to a stop. Should he tell his friend what had been going on with him and the baker. How would Rolf react? Would he agree with his father and want to boy dead. Or would he be like he always claimed to be a true friend no matter what? Bjorn pouted a few seconds thinking this over. He came to the realization that he needed help and Rolf was his best bet. So taking a deep breath he spoke. “Remember the lover I have been talking of since last fall?”

“Of course I owe that woman a lot for calming you down a bit.” Rolf laughed. “Though I am a bit jealous since she has been taking up yuir time lately.”

“Rolf… my lover is not a woman.” Bjorn sat down on his broken bed afraid to look his friend in the eye. “The one I have been having an affair with is that “Pudgy little baker” As you put it.”

If he had looked up he would have seen Rolf’s eyes bulge out slightly at the shocking confession. “Allow me to understand what yuir saying here my friend.” He began as he sat down next to him. “You have been having a romance with this baker, a man? You are lovers with another man?”

“Aye that I am for nearly a year now.” Bjorn said. He steepled his fingers placing his chin on them. “But it is more then being simply lovers I’ve fallen in love with him.”

“By the dragon.” Rolf mildly cursed. “This… this is truly hard to take in Bjorn. How can you have fallen for another man and a slave no less?”

“I really do not know.” The larger man admitted with a chuckle. “But… I am grateful to have. The Englishman is everything to me now. I wake up each day now with him in my arms and feel at peace. If he were to die I would be lost I fear.”

Rolf wanting to see something tugged at Bjorn’s beard and made the other man look at him. He could see that the big man was on the verge of breaking down in tears. Which came to a great shock to him. He had never seen Bjorn cry not even when they were children. In slight awe he said. “Amazing you truly have it bad for this fellow.”

“That I do.” Bjorn said with a slight sniffle. “Which is why I cannot allow my father to kill him tomorrow. Please Rolf, please help me rescue him.”

Rolf was quiet for a few seconds before he nodded his head. “Of course I will Bjorn.”

Bjorn’s entire mood lightened. “Thank you so much!” He said standing. “Come on then help me trounce those dammed guards.”

“That I won’t help you with.” Rolf said pulling him back down. “Our predicament requires a little more finesse then yuir capable of.”

“I am capable of finesse.” Bjorn defended.

“The winter solstice festival three years ago.”

Bjorn cringed remembering the incident. “Point taken. So what are we going to do?”

“I will have to sneak him out of the castle late this night.” Rolf said standing. “I’ll bring Andrew my slave with me. He seems to be very good friends with yuir William so I’m sure he’ll be eager to assist.”

“And what shall I be doing while yuir at this?” Bjorn asked.

Rolf turned back to his distraught friend. “Yuir going to remain in this here room and be a good little boy understand.” He walked to the door. “That way yuir father won’t have any solid proof that you were involved in the escape. I’ll send a message to you later tomorrow telling you if we were successful.”

Bjorn didn’t like the idea of sitting on his duff doing nothing but could see the logic in this plan. “Alright I’ll do as you say.”

“Good.” Rolf smiled. “And after we have yuir… lover safe and sound I want to speak to you in length about all of this. I’m a bit hurt you hid this from me.”

“I thought you’d stop talking to me.”

“Idget, how could you think that.” The farmer huffed. “I won’t pretend to understand what you are doing or how you could love this man. But you are my friend first and foremost and I wish tae see you happy.”

Bjorn laughed at his foolishness. “Thank you Rolf you truly are a friend.”

“Dammed right I am.” Rolf said leaving.