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 26
“So this is the kind of lowlife our charming prince associates with.” Gunnar sneered as he observed the farmhouse in the distance. It had taken eight days of asking and searching around town but finally him and his men had found where Prince Bjorn was supposedly staying. The small house before them was what he considered to be a dump which surprised him. He never would have suspected that Bjorn would be seen let alone hide in a place like this.
“Sir when should we go inside and retrieve the prince?” Ivar asked from the left.
Annoyed by the simple fact he was being asked Gunnar glared at the bald man. “Would you please shut up.” He snapped. “I want to make absolutely sure he is here before we raid the house.” They couldn’t risk him not being there and his friend alerting him to their pursuit.
Watching the small house for the last day and a half alongside a squad of ten guards had been uneventful. The only two coming and going being two women. He recognized one of them as Aida who had been missing from the castle since three days after Bjorn went missing.
Ivar identified the second woman as the slave the prince had librated from his household. He however seemed uninterested in the woman, Julie when he saw her. His mind seeming to be elsewhere which confused Gunnar. The reason the big olf had joined him in the first place was because of wanting that slave girl.
“Master?” Ivar spoke again. “May I ask what we plan to do after we capture the prince and his slave.”
This was the problem with laying in wait. To much conversation with the underlings. “What we are going to do is not capture them. I plan to kill them right on the spot and report to the king that his son resisted us. No one will be the wiser.”
“But sir what of the men here who are not in on our plan?”
“Don’t fear I’ll simply command them to remain here while we go and finish off that blighter Bjorn.”
Ivar was beginning to like these plans less and less. When he first agreed too all this it was under the impression that his commander was a frightening but worthy leader. But after learning of the sabotage of the crops and his regicidal schemes the image of the raven haired man he once had had begun to tarnish. ‘Maybe I should have taken the Frenchman up on his offer.’
“Sir!” One of the other men suddenly call out. “Sir! We can see a large shadow in the window over there.” He pointed to the farmhouse.
Gunnar smiled to himself and looked to where the man was pointing. He could just barely make out a large silhouette in the window. It was to big to be Rolf, his male slave, or the two women. Meaning it could only be their prey. A sly smirk crossed Gunnar‘s face. “Ah, good! Ivar and you three come along with me now.” He said pointing to them. “The rest of you remain here.”
Meanwhile in the farmhouse Rolf, Andrew, Julie, and Aida were sitting at the kitchen table having a humble meal. The mood around the table despite the seriousness of the situation they were in was jovial. The group talking and laughing as they ate their food. Just after Rolf had told a joke a heavy stomping signaled that Bjorn was coming back upstairs.
The four turned just in time to see an exasperated Bjorn enter the room. He glared at his friends for a few seconds before going over to prepare his and William’s plates. As he looked out the rooms small window into the night he hoped that no one would bring up what had occurred earlier that week.
Unfortunately someone did. “So he’s still angry with you?” Rolf asked with an amused smile.
“He isn’t angry Rolf just a bit upset is all.” Bjorn explained without making eye contact. “I cannot blame him after what you all heard.” The large man colored a little at the memory of what had happened two days ago.
After he and William had made love the pair were on top of the world but as expected very hungry. So Bjorn being a gentleman for once offered to go upstairs and gather some food for them. When he had made his way upstairs he was greeted by an embarrassed looking Andrew and Rolf. Staring at his comrades he shrugged his shoulders and passed by them and headed towards the kitchen.
He was about to make it out of the room when Rolf chuckled and said. “My you and yuir baker friend sure are vocal.”
Bjorn turned to his friend mortified. “What!?”
With a great deal of mirth Rolf informed Bjorn that the fireplace down in the secret room and the one in the main room shared a chimney. Allowing whatever happened downstairs if loud enough to be heard clearly from above. Meaning that every moan and shout he and his lover had made reached their ears. That incident had been two days ago and after William found out from an red faced Andrew the boy had been a little grumpy with the Viking.
Back in the present Bjorn scooped some food onto his plate and walked over to the others. “I just hope the lad will forgive me soon.”
“Don’t worry I’m sure he will dear.” Aida remarked. “I’m just glad me and Julie here weren’t here to hear all of it.”
“Yes lucky you.” Andrew said rolling his eyes. “I’m glad my little buddy is happy but I didn’t need to hear that.”
“Come on Andrew honey they‘re in love. Remember how we were?” Julie reminded him
The English farmer nodded. “Hum-uh you bet I do. But I don‘t remember us being so… loud.”
Everyone in the group shared a quiet snicker. Everyone except Bjorn. “It’s not funny you try being down there with an upset baker.” He huffed. This statement only cause the snickering to turn into downright laughter.
Bjorn was about to yell at his friends when a heavy pounding echoed through the house. Breaking the happy mood and causing all to look at each other in panic. “Don’t worry it’s most likely a beggar or something.” Rolf reassured them. He stood and began leaving the room. “But maybe you should go back downstairs Bjorn, just in case.” He added as he left.
Bjorn quickly agreed and followed him. Giving the other man a pat on the shoulder as he made his way downstairs. After he was sure his friend was safe Rolf stepped up to the door. Pressing his ear against it he tried to hear who was on the other side. What came to his senses was scuffling and muffled whispering. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me Rolf my dear friend.” Came Gunnar’s honeysweet voice. There were a few more whispers along with a hushed “Quiet you idiots.”
‘Dear friend?‘ Rolf snorted at the idea. This was just what they had been fearing since the rescue. He had to play this just right so Gunnar and his men would leave them be. The Valhallen farmer opened the door and was met by a small group of four tough looking men with Gunnar at the helm.
“Ah, yes Gunnar my friend so nice to see you again.” Rolf greeted with fake friendliness. “But might I ask why yuir calling so late?”
The answer to his question was an smirking Gunnar pushing his way into the small home and barking. “Alright Bjorn I know yuir in here come out now or we’ll burn this place to the ground!” When no response came except the frightened gasps of Aida and Julie from the kitchen doorway. The raven haired man snapped his fingers. “Men rip this place apart he has tae be in here somewhere.”
The men spread out and began frantically looking around the room upending furniture and going off into the other parts of the house for their search.
Rolf was dismayed at the callous way the guards were destroying his home. But remembered he needed to be calm. “Bjorn?” Rolf said in a mystified voice. “Why on earth would he be here?”
Gunnar turned around quickly and glared at the man. “Don’t act stupid with me you tramp. We know he is here one of my men saw him in the window.”
Rolf sighed. ‘Dam Bjorn.’ Out loud he said. “If you saw anyone by my window it most likely was my man Andrew here he is sort of large.”
Andrew who had been watching the exchange from behind Aida and Julie frowned. “Hey I’m not as big as-Oomph.” His outrage was halted by a pair of sharp elbows coming into contact with his gut. “-I mean yes it was me.” He corrected. “Did you two have to hit me?” He whispered to the women.
“See it was just him so kindly please leave my home or I shall bring this up with the law speaker at the next assembly.”
Gunnar grumbled. “Dammed old man.” That position was going to be one of the first things to go when he became king. “Men did you find our fugitive!?”
Each of Gunnar’s men returned to the main room each informing their boss that nothing had been found. “Fine!” Gunnar seethed. “But we shall be back man trust me!”
Venting his frustrations Gunnar kicked at a small ornament which had fallen to the floor in the scuffle. The small knickknack flew across the room from the force and landed against the back of the unlit fireplace falling behind the logs. The man then turned away preparing to leave but stopped when he realized something. He never heard the sound of the object hitting the ground.
“What’s wrong sir?” Ivar asked.
Gunnar didn’t answer the mans question instead he approached the fireplace and leaned down inspecting it. He placed his hand against the brick and noticed it was warm, very warm. “Did you have a fire here earlier? In the last hour or so?”
Rolf visible stiffened. “Ah… Yes it was a bit nippy in here a while ago.”
“Quite.” Gunnar smiled back at the nervous man. If the fireplace had just been lit then the logs would have been burnt or at the very least there would be ashes. But the entire thing was spick and clean. The larger man then poked his head into the small alcove. At the back of the fireplace he could clearly see a hole going down several feet and at the very bottom he could also make out a dim light.
“So that’s where you’ve hidden him!” Gunnar cried out. He stood up and began skulking towards the basement stairs. “Everyone follow me I think we‘ve found our quarry.”
The small group with Rolf following close behind made their way down to the wine cellar. As soon as they reached the dingy room beneath the house Gunnar began barking orders. “Cover every inch of this place boys. There must be another room down here somewhere.”
Rolf cringed as the men tore up yet another room. “Gunnar there is nothing down here but wine and cobwebs. Why not try looking at the taverns?” He said pleading.
“We‘ve already searched every dammed watering hole in the country man.” Gunnar shouted. “Now do shut up or tell us where he is hiding.” The angry man stomped around the room joining the other guards in their search. “His poor father is completely heartsick worrying over him. How could you assist in causing him such pain?”
That was the last straw in Rolf’s mind. “Your one to talk pig.” He said sneering. “From what I heard you’ve done yuir fair share of hurting the royal family!”
Gunnar grinned back at the man over his shoulder. “So the baker is here and he’s been telling stories huh?”
Rolf clapped his hand over his mouth realizing he just implicated himself in the rescue. But before Gunnar could ask more on the matter the sound of the secret rooms mechanical door opening stopped him.
Gunnar’s smirk grew wider as the sounds of Bjorn bellowing and his men fighting filled the small area. After a few moments of scuffling the guards reappeared. Ivar and two of the guards held Bjorn back while the third had a dagger against William’s throat. No doubt in an effort to make the red haired viking completely passive. “Well, well my prince fancy meeting you here.”
Bjorn lurched forward about to attack Gunnar but drew back when the guard holding William pressed the knife against his lovers skin. “Yuir lucky yuir men are here Gunnar.”
“Oh but they are here Bjorn, they are.” The other man remarked. He walked up to the Valhallen prince and patted his cheek. “Now if yuir finished with yuir threats I think it’s high time we return you to yuir father.”
“Fine with me. When I return to the castle it shall give me a chance tae alert him to yuir betrayal.”
“Yes, on that. While it’s true you’ll be returning to the castle you won‘t be telling him anything!” Gunnar informed him. “You see when we found you. You resisted us and in the ensuing scuffle you were killed I’m afraid. At least that is what I will tell the king when we present him yuir corpse.” He unsheathed his sword. “Any last words?”
“Fuck ye.” Bjorn spat.
Gunnar shook his head amused and raised his weapon to kill the large man but before he could strike a voice called down to him. “Sir are you down there.” Gunnar recognized the annoying voice. It was one of the men he had left behind in the bushes. “Aye I am what are you doing here man?”
Gunnar looked over to the cellars stairs, he could see three of the unallied guards coming down the stairs. “Sorry sir but you were taking so long we became worried.” One of the guards said. Noticing Bjorn the three smiled. “Oh you’ve found the prince thank goodness.”
Gunnar however wasn’t happy. The other guards being in the house meant yet another revision to his scheme. With the unallied guards in the there he couldn’t get away with killing the Valhallen prince without risk that they would try and defend him. “Are the other men here as well?”
“Aye sir, all six of us are in the house. Just a protocol states.” He walked up to the group. “So now that we have found the prince shall we go and report to our king.”
Gunnar gave a weary sigh and looked over to Bjorn who had a smug smile on his face. “Fine, you!“ He pointed to the lead guard. “Inform the men to take the farmer here and the four slaves with us. They‘re under arrest for aiding the prince in his escape.”
The man saluted and turned going back upstairs to tell the rest of Gunnar’s unallied men about his orders. “Problems, problems.” The evil man muttered.
“Sir you can’t honestly believed this is a good idea.” Ivar spoke. the bald man let go of the Valhallen prince and motioned for the men to take him upstairs. “Bjorn will tell his father everything.” He added as the men left.
“Yuir right.“ Gunnar said thinking. “But with the way the king is right now I don’t believe he will easily believe him.”
“Why sir?”
The raven haired man glared at Ivar. “Because you dolt the one speaking will be his son. His son who’s trying everything in his power to prevent his lover from dieing.” Gunnar reminded. “I might not be the Kings favorite underling. But because of his anger towards Bjorn I’ve become his only confidant. All I have to do is say the right things at the right time. Now enough of this we have some prisoners to escort home.”
“Of course sir.” Ivar said glumly.
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The grim procession of castle guards and prisoners marched their way through Valhallen proper. Many people stopped what they were doing as they watched their prince being led back to his home. His hands bound like a common slave.
“Bjorn what are we going to do?” Rolf whispered to his friend. “If we don’t think of something quick we’re all going to be imprisoned or worst.”
“The only thing we can do giving the circumstances. I am going to tell my father everything William has told us.” Bjorn peered over to the baker who was having a hard time walking. “William are you alright lad?”
“I’m fine Bjorn really just achy is all.” William said weakly. “You know what your planning isn’t going to work.” He said responding to what had been said. “Your father has no reason to believe anything I have told you. He‘ll trust Gunnar over the man bedding his son.”
“That might be true. But even he will not simply let the claims we will state go unchallenged.” The big man bolstered. “My father has always been a man of order, who thinks things through. What we say will be taken into contemplation giving us the time to form a better plan and seek evidence.”
The baker frowned thinking that plan could work but it most likely meant he would be in the dungeon again. “Bjorn what if your father-”
“I will go to the dungeon with you boy do not fear in that.” Bjorn said guessing what the baker was going to say. “I could not stand to be separated from ye again.”
“Quite back there!” Gunnar huffed. The sweet talking and conspiring from his prisoners was beginning to annoy him. He would be glad when all this was over and done with. Luckily for him the castle was only a short distance away. Soon he would be rid of the fly in his ointment and could move on to the next step in his scheme.
With only one more known heir his goal would be within spitting distance. Speaking of prince Harald… “Ivar!”
The bald headed man moved closer to his boss. “Yes sir?”
“When we get to the castle find and excuse to get rid of the guards unallied with us. Then I want you to go find the other prince.”
“Why sir?”
Gunnar huffed at the other man. “Because I want you to kill him today you fool. I will not have his assassination be like his brother’s here. His will be quick and fast.”
Ivar frowned at this he saw no reason in killing the boy. Harald wasn’t strong like the first four heirs and could be held prisoner somewhere. “Sir do we really have to-” Gunnar glared at the other man murder in his eyes. Ivar gulped and nodded his head. “I…I, I mean of course sir. I’ll do the deed as soon as we arrive.”
When the group arrived at Valhallen castle Ivar did as he was told and herded the unallied guards away from the group with a flimsy excuse. leaving only Gunnar and the men he had first brought into the farmhouse. The sinister man and his remaining underlings quickly escorted the group of prisoners to a large room a short distance from the throne room.
As they were led Bjorn wondered why they were being brought there. His father rarely used this room it was more for storage then anything else. His answer came to him as soon as they were fully inside. In the center of the room stood a pair of posts with lengths of ropes hanging from the tops.
“No!” Bjorn gasped. He looked down to his lover who was equally scared. The posts were the ones they used for the blood eagle execution. “Where, where is my father he cannot be allowing this!”
“Didn‘t I say I would kill that boy Bjorn.” Came Magnus’ voice from behind the group. The Valhallen king entered the room passing by his son with a dismissive snort. “So you finally found them Gunnar good job man. It seems yuir the only one whom I can trust.”
Gunnar gave Bjorn a smug smile which the large man growled at. He had to tell his father what had transpired and save his lover from a grisly death “Father, Gunnar is not one you can trust believe me. He has done many horrible things you need to hear of. Please halt this unjust execution so we may speak.”
“No we have talked enough.” The older man said sternly. “I cannot allow this-” He pointed at the baker. “-Any of this to go on any longer. The baker must die so that I can direct you back to the path you are destined to.”
“Father what I have to say is not about my love. It is about the deaths of my brothers.” Bjorn said pleadingly. “Gunnar is responsible for their deaths father! He killed them all and is trying to get me killed as well.”
“Magnus listen to yuir son he speaks the truth.” Rolf spoke. “Gunnar is a deceiver!”
“Please Magnus listen.” Aida added.
The Valhallen kings eyes widened when he heard what his son and friends were saying. This was a serious accusation. Gunnar while not being his best underling had always seemed loyal enough. There is no way he would dare do something so horrible. “Do you have proof of this Bjorn?”
The big viking lowered his head. He wished that Gunnar had not captured them all before they could find solid evidence. “Nay father.” He sighed. “I have nothing but my word.”
“It‘s obvious sir that the prince is merely making up stories to save his fat friend there.” Gunnar suggested in his saddest voice.
“I believe yuir right Gunnar. Bjorn I have never been so disappointed by you.” The king said. “To use yuir poor brothers deaths in this way it’s dishonorable.” He gave William a hard glare. “It seems to me that this baker has corrupted you more then I could ever imagine. Guards take the Englishmen and tie him to the posts. It is time we end this.”
Two of the guards took hold of the baker and began marching him up to the posts. Bjorn as well as Andrew and Rolf all tried to stop them but were quickly restrained when Gunnar snapped his fingers and several more men rushed into the room holding them at bay.
The raven haired guard captain walked up to Bjorn as he struggled with his captors. Giving him a evil smile Gunnar leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Say the word my prince and my men will let you go.” He told him. “Then you can go about fighting us for his freedom. Wonder how long it will take for me to accidentally to run you though.”
Bjorn glared at the other man. “I think perhaps that you’d be the one run though pig.” The big man seethed.
“Well then say the word and we‘ll see.” Gunnar sneered. “Of course it’s going to be hard to fight with your injuries.” The guards holding Bjorn pressed hidden daggers against the large princes flanks. At Bjorn’s surprise Gunnar added. “Didn’t think I would play fair now did you.” He laughed as he walked towards the stage.
{William: “I could feel tears running down my face as I was lead to those horrible posts. I looked back to Bjorn and the others. I could see them equally upset at my fate. Julie and Aida were crying, Rolf and Andrew shouting out my name, and Bjorn was using every ounce of his power to get free and save me but somehow I knew it wasn’t going to do much.”}
William struggled futilely as his arms were raised and both his wrists were tied to the posts leaving him spread eagle and vulnerable. The young baker looked over his shoulder to see Magnus being handed a pair of jagged looking daggers by Gunnar.
Magnus walked up behind the younger man preparing for his grim task. “I hope you have made peace with yuir maker boy.” The large man said as he raised both the daggers into the air.
“Father stop this!” Bjorn roared. “If you dare kill my love I will never forgive you.” the big man turned to Gunnar and began mouthing the words “Alright then, let me go!”
“-Bjorn let him do it!” William shouted interrupting his lover.
The red haired man stopped and stared at the baker. “Wa… what!?”
“You heard me, let him do it Bjorn.” William restated. He looked down sadly at his lover “Right now the most important thing in my mind is saving you not myself. And the only way I can do that is by letting your father execute me. Right now your father is so blinded by the fact that we’re lovers that he can’t stop and see what’s right in front of his eyes.” The baker glared at Gunnar. “But if I was gone then maybe he would stop and listen to you and together you can stop Gunnar before he hurts anyone else including you. Just… just promise me that you’ll do that no matter how much it hurts to lose me alright.
Bjorn could feel his guts tightening at the bakers words. “No lad I cannot promise you that. I… I do not know what I will do, what I will say if I see him do this horrible thing to you.
“Please Bjorn Promise me.” William begged.
The large viking held back tears and remained silent for several moments before he nodded glumly. “Alright my William for you, only for you.”
William gave his lover a sad smile then looked over his shoulder to Magnus. “Good. Alright Sir you can do it now. I‘m ready.”
Magnus who had been listening to the whole exchange was taken aback by the younger mans fearless and selfless words. “Why would you care if I listen to him or not?” He asked the baker. “Our fate means nothing to you boy.”
The baker gave a weak chuckle. “I’m sorry to argue sir but yes it does. I love Bjorn it’s as simple as that.” William stated. “I‘d do anything to ensure that he lives a long full life even is I can’t be there to enjoy it with him. Besides I don’t think I could rest in peace if I knew he was going to die.”
Magnus lowered his hands trying to fathom why the pudgy man would so willingly submit to death for his sons sake. He looked to the baker then to his son. The pair seemed to be sharing a look of endearment one of which he hadn’t seen the like of in years not since he and Ai…
“You have to be kidding me!” Gunnar snarled interrupting the old kings thoughts. “Are you honestly falling for this bullshit!”
Magnus gave his captain of the guard a lost look. Then looking down to the daggers in his hands he could feel the beginnings of doubt begin to surface. “I truly do not think this is a good idea anymore.”
“You know what? FINE!!” Gunnar snatched one of the daggers out of the older mans hand then jammed the sharp object into the Valhallen kings side. “I’M TIRED OF THIS SHIT! Men take arms we‘re taking over the castle right now!!”
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