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 23
“Aida we need to speak.” Magnus demanded. The still injured and angry man stood behind the slave woman in the castles kitchen.
“What do we have to speak of lord Magnus.” She responded turning to him. The kings presence in what was considered the slaves wing of the house could only mean something bad.
“About the boy. The one I allowed you to raise since birth.”
“Bjorn or Harald?”
The old man growled. “You know whom I am speaking of! I have found something out this night. That my son is in love with some lowly male slave and I wish tae know if you had a hand in it.”
“You know as well as I that Bjorn does as he pleases.” Aida said defiantly. She walked up to her master and glared right at him. “Besides you should be proud of yuir boy falling in love with someone.”
“I should have know you’d be indorsing this sickness.” Magnus snarled. “You have always been one to not understand our customs. The importance of our social divisions and the way men and women should be.”
“They are stupid rules Magnus their would be much more happiness in this world if people could do as they wish in these matters.” She gave him a hurt look. “It would have made yuir life a lot more happier.”
“No it wouldn’t have.” The Valhallen kind sighed. “I did the right thing when it came to my choice and so shall Bjorn. Even if I have to drag him kicking and screaming tae the right decision as my father did with me.”
“Bjorn is stronger then you were. He’ll fight you.”
Magnus nodded agreeing with her. “Aye I know which is why I will be getting rid of the problem tomorrow. That slave will be dead by midmorning.”
“No!” Aida gasped at Magnus‘ declaration.
“Now if you excuse me I shall be going. Just so ye know woman you shall never see Bjorn again you are a corrupting influence like the baker.” The large man turned and left the room leaving a distraught Aida in his wake.
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The stale smelly air of the castles catacombs caused Andrew to wrinkle his nose in disgust. “Will we be down here much longer sir?”
“Andrew I told you to keep quiet!” Rolf hissed. “There are guards down here remember.”
“Oh right master Rolf sorry.”
Rolf let out an exasperated sigh scolding Andrew was like kicking a puppy. His new slave wasn’t the brightest one and his buffoonish demeanor could get on his nerves sometimes but he was a hard worker whom he had grown to trust. “It’s fine but just be silent we’re here to do something important remember?”
“Yes sir I remember.“ Andrew said grimly. Master Rolf was right he was here to do something very important. His little buddy was being held captive here and he had to save him.
“Come along then it isn’t to far.” Rolf said ushering them further into the dark passageways. The continued for a bit longer wandering through the musty halls and dodging the few guards that patrolled the area. Finally the duo approached a dead end where the farmer knew they kept the prisoners ready for execution.
Looking around a corner he could see the passage was deserted “Alright he should be in one of these here cells.” He said turning back to Andrew. “Why don’t you go check the ones on the left while I go right and remember be quiet.”
“Um… sure thing sir.” Andrew said. The large man walked over to a door on the right. Rolf sighed again then went to check the other side. The first one the English farmer checked was empty as well as the second and third. The forth one had a bald man in it sleeping naked a grin on his face visible in the moonlight. ‘Defiantly not William.’ The brunette man thought.
“Andrew over here boy!” Rolf called out. His slave quickly joined him looking through the cell doors small window. Inside the moonlit cell they could both see the slumped over form of the baker still locked in a stockade.
“We got to get in there sir!” Andrew said frantically. The farmer tried to open the door but the thing appeared to be locked. “Dam it’s locked. How are we going to get inside there master?”
“How about we use the keys.” The Valhallen leaned down and picked up a pair of keys that were on the wet floor. “Got to say when my father was captain we never just left keys laying around.” Rolf said smugly. Setting aside his amusement Rolf opened the cell door and the pair rushed inside going over to poor William.
“He looks like hell” Andrew observed worriedly. He removed the gag covering his friends mouth then leaned down trying to gain the bakers attention. “Willie wake up it’s me Andrew.” The was no response. “Uh-oh master something’s wrong with’um.”
The bigger man was right. Rolf leaned over trying to see what exactly was wrong with the baker. His eyes fell upon the mans backside which was bruised. He could also see the telltale marks of seamen and blood running down the boys legs. “By the gods what has happened to you boy? Andrew quickly help me with this stockade we need to get him out of here.”
The two men made quick work of the wooden instrument holding shorter man removing him from it. When they had finally gotten the baker completely free Andrew quickly wrapped him up in a tattered blanket that was inside the cell and lifted him up into his arms. “What are we going to do sir?” He asked looking to the other man. “He’s ice cold.”
Rolf brushed back some of the bakers sand colored hair. Giving their charge a worried look. “Aye he needs to be tended to and fast. Come on we have the medical supplies back at the farm that will help.”
Andrew nodded. “Anything you say sir.” Both men rushed out of the cell heading back to the surface to get their friend help.
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The next morning…
Bjorn startled awake when the door to his bedroom burst open and Magnus’ bellowing voice filled his room. “Alright boy where have you hidden that fat slave of yuirs!”
Bjorn sat up in his broken bed his expression hopeful. William was missing which meant Rolf had succeeded in retrieving him. But he couldn’t allow his father see his happiness so giving his father a hate filled look he responded. “What is it I have done now father?”
“You know exactly what you have done.” The Viking king Huffed. “That baker of yuirs has gone missing and I know you are responsible.”
“And just how did I make him disappear?” Bjorn asked. “I was here the entire night.”
Magnus turned around to the guards he had stationed to watch his son. The group of men were watching from the doorframe with fearful expressions. “Is this true?”
“Y…Yes sir.” One said.
Magnus turned back to his son who now had a self-satisfied smile on his bearded face. “It won’t work boy. That baker will be found and promptly killed.”
This broke Bjorn’s smug mood and made him frown at his father. “Why can’t ye just leave him alone? Leave us alone.” He approached the other man. “Can you not see I was happy with him.”
“Hush boy!” The older man hissed. He waved his hand in dismissal at the guards informing them to leave. After they were gone he continued. “Look here boy I will not leave ye be! Not as long as you insist on going along with this travesty of an affair. He is a male and a slave how can you possibly think this is natural. It will only end in heartache”
“Nay father it won‘t!” Bjorn defended.
“Oh, yes it will son. This is delusional! You can not be happy sleeping with this slave. It is unnatural to fuck a man.”
Bjorn narrowed his eyes glaring at the older man. “You are one to talk father. I have heard many a time from yuir friends as well as yuir own mouth how you split a lesser man apart with yuir dingy cock.”
Magnus stepped closer to his son. “Those times were about me showing those lessers who is in charge not lust. Having yuir way with a fallen enemy is suppose to demean him nothing more. To make him see his is nothing but a submissive bitch and you are his master. But here you are proclaiming yuir love for that creature. What you have done here is much, much different.”
Bjorn crossed his arms over his large chest and glared at his father. “Aye I know” He said calmly. “It is much greater. I have learned the joys of being with someone whom I can truly love and who can love me in every way.”
“Magnus’ eyes widened from what he had just heard. “Are you telling me that you’ve allowed him to-”
“-Aye father I have.” Bjorn stated fearlessly. “He is my equal in our love in all ways. I enjoying being with him, sharing my days with him. Why can you not just see how great this all is?”
“Because it is wrong boy!” Magnus turned away. “Can this “man” of yuirs give you children, birth heirs? Improve yuir standing in this community?”
“No father but I do not care all I need is my baker.”
The Valhallen king snorted in annoyance. He was making no headway with his son. He used to be able to deflate any argument from him in the past, why was this harder? Thinking fast he came up with another plan. “Fine then so be it! You are released from yer imprisonment. Why not go see yuir baker right now.”
Magnus gave his son a wicked smile. Indicating what he was really doing. Giving Bjorn a chance to show him where the Englishmen was. “Damn you.” The younger man seethed.
“Damn me indeed boy.” Magnus said dismissively. “Damn me indeed.” The Valhallen king left leaving his son to his thoughts.
How was he going to go see his lover now. His father and the castle guards were going to be watching him like hawks. Bjorn was about to go into another tantrum when a soft knock at his door stopped him. Believing it was his father again or a guard he stormed over to the door and pulled it open roughly. “What is it now you dog!” He roared.
Standing on the other side of the door was a very frightened looking Julie shaking a little. “M…master Bjorn” She said fearfully.
“Julie?” Bjorn responded a bit stunned. “What are you doing here?” The girl had never spoken to him besides the day they had met. So it was a big surprise to see her at his door.
“I came to tell you something sir.”
Realizing what that something might have been he quickly escorted her into his room. “Out with it girl what’s wrong.” He demanded once he had closed the door.
Julie trembled. “Well…you see…”
Realizing how his gruffness was scaring the slave woman he sighed and placed his finger under her chin making her meet his eyes. “Listen girl…Julie.” He amended. “I shall not harm a hair on yuir head I promised ye remember. You are Williams friend and as such are mine as well. You are safest in my presence for I look after my friends.”
Julie finally calmed a bit and nodded. “Alright master Bjorn. What I’ve come to tell you is that William is safe now. Andrew came by this morning to inform Aida of their success in rescuing him. Aida would have come herself but she’s been forbidden to see you again.”
“By my father?” Bjorn asked enticing a nod from the slave woman. The big man clenched his fist and closed his eyes utterly annoyed. “That man is beginning to try my patience. But yuir news is good to hear. I’m going to have to go to Rolf tae see with my own eyes though.”
He didn’t believe his friend would lie to him but he needed to be with his lover. But there was the problem with how he was going to do that? His father had mostly likely assigned men to follow him like his own shadow. ‘Wait! That’s how I’ll do it.’ looking back to his companion he said. “Julie I need yuir assistance.”
“Of course Master Bjorn.” She said demurely.
Bjorn laughed warmly. “Stop with that Master talk we are friends now are we not?” She smiled up at him. “Good now here’s what I want ye to do…”
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A half an hour later Bjorn was walking down the streets of Valhalla with Julie on his arm. Both were wearing more clothing then necessary for that time of year. Bjorn wearing his full cloak with hood and Julie wearing a shall over her head. They moved through the crowded street slowly allowing their pursuers to follow them.
“Are they still behind us?” Julie asked. She was a little bit frightened by the subterfuge she was now a part of.
“Yes they are.” Bjorn whispered back.
He had noticed the two men following them as soon as they left the castle grounds. His father doing as he silently promised and sending them to learn the location of the baker. Magnus must have been mad to think he would just lead them to his love. Seeing their first destination up ahead Bjorn pulled Julie with him. The pair entered the tavern which he had frequented with Rolf. He gave the bartender a wink as he passed silently telling him to handle the two guards behind him.
The man winked back and turned to the door just as the pair of men entered. As soon as they stepped into the building he called out. “Sure thing fellas!“ He shouted loud enough for all the patrons to hear. “Boys these men here want tae buy you all a drink!” The group in the bar cheered and went over to the guards patting them on the backs and drawing them into friendly hugs.
“Sigr you old trickster, good thinking” Bjorn said as he closed the door to the back entrance of the tavern. Outside he and Julie quickly removed their outer clothing and handed it to a pair of tavern patrons they had pulled out with them. One was a large man rivaling Bjorn’s girth and the other was a thin man with an effeminate build. “You two know what to do right?”
“Of course yuir majesty.” The large man slurred. “We take them two idgets in there on a wild goose chase across the kingdom and you give us a lot of gold for more ale.”
“Correct now go back inside and make sure they see you leave.” Bjorn grinned. The two drunk men put the coat and shall on and clumsily went back inside the bar.
“Do you think this ruse will work master?” Julie asked.
Bjorn nodded watching the two men reenter the bar. “Yes those two look enough like us in those clothes. If they did happen to notice eventually we should be long gone by then.”
After making sure one more time they weren’t being followed Bjorn led the rest of the way to Rolf farmhouse. Once there he walked up to the old worn door and rapped on it three times in a row, then two, then three again.
There was a small scuffling sound from inside then Rolf appeared opening the door. “So you made it?” He said grinning at his friend. He quickly invited the two inside the house. “Oh and you’ve brought a beautiful woman with you such a nice gift.” He said noticing Julie
The young woman blushed at the thin mans teasing. “We almost did not make it.” Bjorn said getting to business. “Father had us tailed for a bit.”
“I was afraid he would do that. You were able to get rid of them right. Cause I don‘t need castle guards breaking down my door.”
Bjorn snorted at his friend slightly insulted. “Of course I got rid of them. Lost them in the tavern”
Rolf was about to say good when Andrew walked into the room covered in dirt and carrying a pitchfork. As soon as he saw his wife he dropped the tool and raced over to her drawing her into a hug. “Julie!” He said happily.
“Andrew what have I told you about hugging me when your dirty!” Julie scolded. She hugged him back however laughing at her husbands childishness.
Seeing them happily reunited made Bjorn long for his lover. Turning away from the happy couple he asked Rolf. “My friend where is my baker at?”
This seemed to sober up the mood in the room. “On that Bjorn I need to talk to you about.” Rolf said. Andrew and Julie seeing the tension in the air tried to leave but halted when the Valhallen farmer held up his hand for them to stop. “You two stay put, he’s yuir friend as well you deserve to hear this too.”
The way his friend was acting made Bjorn begin to worry. Had something happened to his sweet pudgy lover. “Rolf what has happened?” He asked frantically.
Rolf frowned at the larger man. “I really don’t know yet. Yesterday when we found William he was stark naked in his dungeon cell and was covered in…seed” The last part was said with some disgust. “But that is not why I’m upset now. He was also bleeding from the backside and hurt pretty badly. Bjorn did you do that to him?”
“You think I would hurt that boy?”
“I really don’t know Bjorn you’ve been keeping many secrets from me lately. How do I know if you and William were really lovers? Maybe you were just using him as a sex slave?” Rolf glared at him. “If that was the case there’s nothing I can do to stop you. You are the master and he is yuir slave. But who ever did that to him wanted him to hurt and If it was you I won’t allow you to see him again.”
“WHAT!?” Andrew said in shock. This big man had hurt his little buddy? If that was the truth then he was going to pay. Andrew picked up the sharp pitchfork he had been carrying and pointed it at Bjorn‘s throat. “You hurt William?” He accused him.
“No I did not! I would never do that to him.” Bjorn defended. “I love the lad.” All three of the other people in the room gasped at what was said.
Julie was the first to speak again. “Guess I was right in thinking you were with him.” She said.
Andrew lowered his weapon. “What the hell is going on here?” The tall man asked not understanding what was being said. The big red Viking loved William? Sighing Julie got on her tiptoes and whispered in her husbands ear. “What?” He asked still not understanding. She tried again. “Oh… oh?… huh…OH! Really?”
Rolf was slightly amused by his slaves reaction for a second then responded to his friend. “Alright since you so…adamantly answered my question I think I can trust you. Had to ask to protect the boy.”
Bjorn had been slightly angry at being accused of hurting William but calmed a bit at the reason. “Fine just please show him to me.”
“Of coursed.” Rolf said leading him deeper into the house. The pair walked down a flight of stairs leading to what was Rolf’s wine cellar.
“Yuir keeping him down here?” Bjorn asked incredulously.
“Yes but not in this dingy part.” They approached what appeared to be a dead end. Before Bjorn could ask what they were doing Rolf reached over and pulled down a bottle of wine it making a clicking mechanical sound as it was moved.
A low rumbling filled the damp room then as if by magic the wall in front of the pair pulled back then off to the side revealing a door. Bjorn’s held his mouth open in wonder at the secret before him. “By the dragon.”
“Incredible right.” Rolf said amused by Bjorn’s amazement. “My great grandfather had it made when he was a young man to keep his valuables safe. Shame the old man had nothing of value.” The farmer opened the door which led to another room this one brightly lit by candles and a small fireplace but what caught Bjorn‘s attention was the bed in the middle of the room.
On that bed was a familiar lump. “William!” The big man said relieved. His relief soon evaporated when he walked over to his lover and saw how deathly pale he was. “William?” Bjorn said fearfully. Getting no response he looked back at his friend who was still standing at the door. “Has he regained consciousness?”
“He’s been asleep since the rescue.” Rolf said pushing himself off of the doorframe. “I’d give thanks to the lumps on his head for that. And look at these.” He pulled back the blankets covering the baker. The boy was still naked underneath and had several nasty looking scratches and welts on his body. “He has a few bite marks too. Very nasty and as I said before he was bleeding from his rear end.”
He placed a hand on Bjorn’s shoulder. “Sorry I interrogated you about hurting him. When I saw his state I had doubts. I suppose that the guards must have beat him up and that the bleeding is something that happens with the sort of sex you have right?”
“Nay my friend. He did bleed a little the first time since I was his first but not afterwards.” Anger deeper then he had ever known rose up from Bjorn’s gut. “Are you sure you found semen on his backside?”
The question was disgusting but Rolf knew his friend had a reason for asking him. “ Um yes.” He said. “Why does that matter?”
The Valhallen warrior seethed for a few moments before answering him. “Me and the lad had just finished our bath before father caught us we hadn’t the chance tae make love again yet. Someone has raped him. Did you see anyone in the cell with him?”
“No he was alone. Andrew saw someone in another cell but the door was locked and he was out cold just as William was.”
“Fine when my baker awakens I shall ask him. Then gut whoever dared to touch him.” Bjorn sat down next to his lovers sleeping form. He took William’s hand in his and gently caressed the side of the pudgy mans face. “Can you leave us for awhile?”
“Of course I can Bjorn. But I’ll be back later tonight to bring him clothing and check on you two alright.” He began to leave but turned back around and watched his friend for a second. Seeing the sudden change in Bjorn from raging bull to caring lover was strange but somehow refreshing. What ever the Englishman had done to him he was happy for it. Even if it was strange.
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