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 27
The group of guards surrounding Bjorn and the others cheered at Gunnar’s announcement and began to unsheathe their weapons. Above the clamor Gunnar shouted instructions. “Men! Quickly and block all but one of the exits! We’ll need to let Ivar back in when he returns with prince Herald.”
“Yes sir!” Several of the men responded before they did as told moving heavy pieces of furniture in front of most of the rooms exits.
Gunnar who was watching grinned as his underlings eagerly did his dirty work. ’I can get used to being obeyed like this.’
As all this went on Bjorn stood in shock staring up at the platform where his father still stood clutching his side. He just couldn’t believe what he had witnessed. Gunnar had actually stabbed his father in front of everybody. It was only when the older man began coughing up blood that his senses came back to him and an overwhelming blood lust fill his mind. “You will die for that GUNNAR!!!” the large man roared.
Bjorn spun around to the man holding him and using his tied hands struck the guard under the chin sending him to the floor. As soon as the first man went down Rolf and Andrew saw their chances. The Valhallen farmer stomped hard on one of guards feet while Andrew head-butted another one. Unfortunately with their hands tied the freed men had a tougher time with the rest of the guards. When the remaining men saw what their prisoners were trying to do they instantly turned their weapons on them ready to strike.
Gunnar watched the escape attempt with great amusement. “My yuir boy there really is a fighter isn’t he?” He said nonchalantly to Magnus.
“Gunnar you son of a bitch!” The old king gasped as he clutched at the gaping wound in his side. “I swear you will pay for yuir betrayal.”
“I seriously doubt the my ex-king.” Gunnar laughed. “The only ones who will be paying will be you, yuir sons, and yuir allies.”
Enraged the older viking made a desperate swing at his attacker which the raven haired man easily dodged. Regaining his footing Gunnar pushed Magnus backwards sending him stumbling to the floor. As he fell to the floor his grip on the remaining dagger in his hand loosened and the sharp weapon was sent spinning through the air. It came to rest embedding itself in the post which William was tied to cutting one of the bounds which held the baker as it did.
When the pudgy man realize that he had been freed he looked up to his hand then to Gunnar who was turned away from him watching his lover and friends fight off the guards. Suddenly a crazy idea formed in his head.
{William: “Can I really do this? …I have to, I have to at least try.”}
Trying to be as quiet as he could William reached for the dagger that had freed him and with a great amount of effort pulled it from the post. He then took the knife and used it to cut his other bound hand freeing himself completely. As he put his plans into motion the young Englishman kept his eyes on Gunnar. The evil man still hadn‘t noticed what he was doing. “Alright William you can do this.” The baker said quietly trying to muster up his courage.
Magnus still fighting off unconsciousness raised his head when he heard the baker whisper to himself. He was shocked to see his sons “lover” bravely sneaking up behind Gunnar seemingly about to attack him. “Just what is that dammed fool doing?” He said quietly to himself. “Wait... He isn‘t going to try and…” A rueful smile crossed his face ‘My, you certainly are a surprise boy.’ He thought to himself as he watched William launch himself at Gunnar a war cry issuing from his lips.
Gunnar gave a yelp of surprise as a heavy body collided with his own making him stumble forward and off of the stage. The small stage was only about a foot or two off the ground so the evil man effortlessly regained his footing and turned around a snarl on his lips. “Why you stupid little fucker!” He seethed. “Did you honestly think that would work!”
“Well… it would be stupid to say yes now.” William said nervously from the platform.
Little did the baker know it did work. The shocked yelp form their leader distracted the guards. Giving Bjorn just enough time to use one of their swords to cut the ropes around his wrists then rip the weapon from it’s owners hand. The sword quickly found it’s way back though, Bjorn using it to slay it’s original owner. With one guard dealt with the Valhallen prince turned to Rolf and Andrew and cut their ropes quickly returning to the task of fighting off Gunnar’s men after he was done.
When he was freed Rolf joined his friend disarming another one of the guards and clearing a way for the others to escape. “Andrew take the women and leave this room! Find more guards if you can. Ones not working with these traitors.” He commanded. The slave man nodded herding his wife and Aida away from the melee dodging a few guards and wayward swords as they hustled out of the room.
With the three slaves safe the real battle began both Bjorn and Rolf fighting off the numerous guards back to back while trying to keep themselves alive. “Didn’t realize you were so good with a sword my friend.” Bjorn said to Rolf as he dodged a sword.
“What can I say? Father was always a stickler for teaching me how to fight with a sword.” Rolf responded as he drove his weapon into a guard. “Said it would be of more use then the farming granddad taught me.” A fierce growl drew the farmer’s attention over to the stage. There he saw Gunnar glaring up at William. “Bjorn your boy’s in trouble over there go help him I can handle this alone for a bit.”
“Thanks friend be safe.” Bjorn fought his way towards the stage dodging and incapacitation guards who tried to stop his approach. He was intent on killing the man who had hurt his father and was trying to kill his lover.
Gunnar blinded by his overwhelming rage didn’t seem to notice the ruckus going on behind him. His soul focus seemed to be driven to trying his best to get across how enraged he was at the baker for daring to attack him. “I hope your little act of bravery was well worth it.” He snarled up at the shorter man. “Cause it’s earned you another round of fun after all this is done and this time I‘ll make sure you end up dead.” He stepped forward intending on climbing onto the stage but stopped when Bjorn’s angry bellowing reached his ears.
“Gunnar!” Bjorn roared. “Stay away from him!”
Gunnar turned around to the other man his angry sneer growing as he observed his plans being undone around him. “Oh for the love of!” He huffed. “Can’t you idiots hold on to a spoiled prince, a farmer and a few slaves! Where the hell is Ivar with our reinforcements!”
“More men won’t help you pig.” Bjorn said walking closer. He held the sword in his hand ready to strike at the other man. “Not when yuir bleeding from the gut.”
“And I suppose yuir going to kill me boy?” Gunnar laughed. “If I recall I was the one who taught you how tae handle a weapon.”
“Yes a great irony that it will be my blade you die on.”
Gunnar raised an eyebrow and slowly drew his own weapon. Bjorn braced himself ready for the other mans first attack. But it never came instead of striking at Bjorn the raven haired man turned back around and swung his sword at William almost hitting him. “Let‘s see how much fight you can muster after I kill yuir little sex slave!”
William had yelped in fear as the heavy broadsword came at him. But thinking fast he was able to manage to avoid the weapon. Rolling to the ground and coming to a stop next to Bjorn’s injured father. “Lad!” Bjorn gasped. The large man ran for the stage trying his best to get to his lover quickly.
Unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough because Gunnar still trying to kill the baker jumped onto it first and raised his sword ready to strike at both William and Magnus. “Two birds for one stone!” He remarked as he brought his sword down on them. William realizing that both his and Magnus’ lives were in danger flung his body over the older mans shielding the Valhallen king from the blow. His heroism earned him a sharp blade cutting through his shoulder.
The baker screamed out in pure agony as the weapon dug into his flesh. When his lovers pained screaming reached his ears Bjorn sped up and bounded up onto the stage swinging his weapon At Gunnar as he did. The other man heard the clumsy attack coming a mile away and spun out of the way at the right moment staggering back against one of the execution poles with a laugh.
“Amazing yuir little pet gets one little scratch and you turn berserker.” Gunnar laughed. “It would be almost comical if it wasn’t so pathetic. What happened to you Bjorn? You used to be a great warrior with a blood lust that almost put mine to shame.” He pushed himself off of the pole and looked over to his men. The guards had subdued Rolf with a well aimed sword to the leg. Leaving the farmer clutching his new wound as he laid on the floor. “But now that’s all over with. You’ve become weak and for what? That fat little foreigner? Now because of yuir misguided passions yuir father and friend lay dieing on the floor and soon I will be king.”
Bjorn ignored Gunnar’s spiteful speech and leaned down next to his injured lover. “Are you alright boy?” He asked tenderly.
“Yes I’m doing just dandy.” William said with a pained but relieved smile. “But your father isn’t doing as well he’s going to bleed dry if we don’t get him to a healer soon.”
Magnus stared up at the baker confused. ‘Did this boy just try to save me?’
Bjorn patted his father on the shoulder. He was amazed that the man was still alive after all that had happened. “Don’t worry Father I’ll do away with Gunnar soon enough and then we can-Arggh!” Bjorn’s speech was brought to an abrupt end when Gunnar’s sword pierced through his flank
Magnus and William both gasped as they saw his large man cry out in agony. “BJORN!” They both shouted.
Behind them Gunnar cruelly laughed at the trauma he had caused. “I know I taught you better then to turn away from an enemy boy!’ The raven haired man scoffed. “See this is just what I was saying before the raids you would have beheaded me first then seen to yuir allies if at all.”
He pushed the sword deeper into Bjorn’s body reveling in the pain he was causing. “You don’t have any idea how pleasurable this is for me, do you my prince?” Gunnar asked. “You gave me such a hard time in trying to kill yuir fat ass you know that. If only you could have been a good boy and died as easily as your brothers did. Though If you had I wouldn‘t have had the pleasure in seeing the look on your face as everything you loved was taken away.”
“You know what Gunnar.” Bjorn grunted through his misery. “Why don’t you just shut the FUCK up and do it already!!”
“Insolent to the last breath!! But if you insist.” Gunnar pulled his weapon out of the other man and drew it back ready to strike again this time aiming for Bjorn’s head. “Watch my men as I prove my superiority and kill this lowly trash!” He announced as he arced his board sword down his enemy.
However his death blow was interrupted when an arrow whizzed through the air and embedded itself in the wall right behind the four men. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at the arrow for a moment or two. Then looked over to where it had flown from. Standing at the un-barricaded doorway was Harald a bow in his hands and around the him there were at least two dozen loyal guards along side Andrew, Julie, Aida and Ivar who had been restrained.
“Move again Gunnar and the next ones going right into your hollow head!” Harald threatened.
Gunnar turned to the royal and glared at the impudent boy. “What’s going on here Ivar!?” He demanded. He vision shifted to his right hand man who glared back at him with equal fierceness.
“What can I say sir.” Ivar shouted back. “I got a better offer.”
“You fucking coward!” Gunnar roared.
“Men! Stop these traitors!” Harald yelled ignoring the fight between the two men. The guards the Valhallen prince had brought with him took out their weapons and rushed into the room the sounds of swords hitting swords filling the room.
Bjorn rapidly loosing consciousness from blood loss saw his chance to end all of this. Mustering the last of his strength he sat down and whispered to William. “Baker help me hold up my sword.”
“What?”
“Don’t question me boy just do it… please.”
William gave his lover a worried look then reluctantly nodded. Scooting over to the larger man he helped him point the sword upwards. “Good boy now hold on tightly and when the time is right push strait up.”
With a grunt Bjorn tried to shout but found himself unable his pain to great. Realizing what he was trying to do William called out for him. “Gunnar!!”
Hearing his name the evil man turned away from the fight before him the word “Oh, now what do you son of bitches wan-” His tirade ended when the tip of Bjorn's sword pierced through his chest both the large man and baker pushing the sharp weapon into his body.
“I hope ye die slowly you son of a bitch!” Bjorn growled as Gunnar went limp and slid down his sword.
The evil captain of the guard tried to curse back but found himself unable a watery bubbling coming from his lips as the life slowly drained out of him. He settled for a nasty glare as his life began to fade and darkness shrouded his vision. The last thought that came to his mind was ‘Maybe next time…’.
Not wanting Gunnar’s filthy body to touch him or his lover William pushed the dead man off to the side the body landing with a thud next to them. “Thank goodness it‘s over.” The baker said in a shaky but relived voice. He looked over to Bjorn expecting to see him equally as happy. But was horrified to see that the large man had his eyes closed and small amount of blood seeping from his mouth. “Oh my god Bjorn! Someone please come here quickly he’s dieing!” He cried out.
At the bakers frantic command Harald raced through the room hopping over dead bodies and yelling at his guards over his shoulder. “Someone fetch the healer we have wounded here!“
One of the guards said an “Yes sir!” And quickly left as the rest of the guards subdued Gunnar’s men.
Aida who was right behind Harald made her way to the platform and kneeled down next to the injured men. Pressing her fingers against Bjorn’s neck she checked for a pulse. Feeling a heartbeat she smiled up at William. “Don’t worry dear he’s still with us just asleep.” She said.
“How…how can you tell?” The baker asked worried.
“Mother was a healer so I know these things. Don‘t worry.” Aida looked down at the unconscious red haired man. ‘I just pray our healer comes soon if not it may be to late.’ She thought despite her words.
As if on cue the old healing woman along with a few other slaves entered the room and quickly tended to the wounded pushing Julie, Andrew, Aida and Harald out of the way so they could work. As he watched them begin working Harald looked over to his father who by some miracle had remained awake despite all that had happened. “Father! Are you alright!” He asked.
Magnus rolled his eyes. “What is with you boys in asking such stupid questions.” He grumped weakly. “I’ll be fine when yuir brother and his friends are alright.” He pushed the healer away from him. “Get tae work on the sandy haired boy over there first woman. I can wait till last.”
The woman looked at him concerned for a moment before doing as told and tending to William. Magnus seeing his command being followed leaned back down and awaited for death to come. But Hel never came to claim him because Aida went over to him and held a cloth to his open wound trying her best to stop the bleeding. He tried to push her away too but she remained unmovable. Giving him a hard glare at his efforts.
“Don’t you dare say a word Magnus’” She said hotly. “I’m going tae help you and that’s final!”
Magnus pouted an imitation of his sons but soon relented turning away with a huff. “Ach, you know I could never argue with ye when you used that tone woman.” .
“Good.”
His wound being tended to the Valhallen king observed to his son. He could see the baker was holding the bigger mans hand cooing something into his ear as they were both worked on. It was obvious to the old man now that the boy really did love his son. The look the Englishman was giving Bjorn was pure affection plain and simple. ‘If I survive this…’ The Valhallen king thought to himself. “…I believe I need tae make some apologizes.”
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Bjorn felt the world spinning around him as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing that came to his waking mind once the world came into focus was that one: he was in the castles infirmary and two: by the gods did his torso ach and burn.
The large man tried to sit up but quickly found out he was unable to. The pain in his midsection overwhelming him a making him plop down onto the mattress with a moan. A soft chuckle came from his right and fearing danger Bjorn snapped his attention towards the source. What he was greeted by was not an enemy but his lover who was looking down at him with a warm smile.
“So your finally awake.” The baker said. “You know when I was out it was only for four days not two weeks.” Bjorn tried to move again. But this time William placed his hand on the large mans chest and shook his head no. “Bjorn stay still; your still recovering.”
Bjorn seeing the pudgy mans relaxed face calmed down a little. “Am I in the halls of Asgard lad?” He asked. He remembered their wounds being very bad there was no way they could have survived.
“I take it you mean heaven by that.” William said. “Well no yuir still very much alive we both are.” He twisted around in his seat showing the other man the bandage covering the wound on his back. “You almost didn’t make it though. You were bleeding a lot but luckily nothing too important got pierced.”
“Well that‘s good to hear.” At William raised eyebrow Bjorn added. “What I mean it‘s good we both survived.” He tried to lean up to kiss his lover but grunted from the pain again. William taking pity on him leaned down and met the other mans furry lips.
They shared a kiss full of relief of their survival and happiness that they were together. It was a few good seconds before Bjorn’s brain reminded the Valhallen warrior that they hadn’t been the only ones injured during the fight “What happened to Rolf and my father?”
“I’m right here you big lug.” Came the farmers voice from the pairs left. Bjorn turned to see his friend sitting in a bed across from his, his right leg wrapped in bandages. “I’m so glad you thought of me between kisses.” He said in good humor.
Bjorn chuckled back. “Sorry but you know how it is when yuir in love with someone.” The viking and baker shared and affectionate glace between them which was broken when Rolf groaned.
“Please tell me I wasn’t like that when I was first married to my wife.”
“Nay you weren’t like us… you were worst.” Bjorn smirked then to William he whispered. “Rolf nearly stumbled off a balcony once he was so entranced.”
“I’ll have to keep an eye on you then won’t I” William winked at him.
Bjorn smiled at him then remembered his father. “Lad what of my father did he survive.”
“Yes thanks to Aida she was able to stop his bleeding in time.” William informed him. “He’s up in his room seeing as both you and Rolf took up the pair of beds down here. Aida hasn’t left his side since except to check on you periodically.”
{William: “I wonder what they have to talk about so much.”}
“Good and what of Gunnar and his men. I’m a bit hazy on what happened.”
“Yuir just full of question today aren’t you?” Rolf teased. “Just so you know you and William here took care of the snake yourselves. Ran him right through and the men who helped him are currently freezing their asses off in the dungeon.”
“Well that certainly brings peace to my mind.” Bjorn said with a weary sigh. “The bastard got what he deserved for what he did to my baker.”
“You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead even if they are monsters.” William interjected. “But yeah I’m glad this is all over too.” He patted Bjorn gently on the stomach.
“Is it really boy.” The red haired man said glumly. “What of my father? I don’t believe this coup has caused him to forget about us.”
“About that.” William scratched his nose as if embarrassed. “Your father sent one of his servants down here to inform me that he wished to speak with you as soon as you were able to leave bed.”
“This cannot end well.” Bjorn groaned. He glanced over to his lover and saw his glum mood infecting the boy. “Whatever he wishes tae say it won’t change how I feel lad so don’t you worry.” He said trying to lighten the mood again. “I’ll run off with ye if I have to.”
“We’d have a hard time running with our injuries.” William joked.
Bjorn made William bend down again. “If that be the case then we’ll just have tae help each other hobble away.” The pair partook in another kiss which gentle at first soon grew very heated.
“Listen you two don’t be getting any ideas over there.” Rolf told them. “I’m alright with yuir relationship and all. But that doesn’t mean I wish to sit here and hear you two copulate. Once was enough”
William and Bjorn snickered as they pull apart. “Oh hush you I’ll kiss my boy any dam time I feel like it.” The large viking informed his friend. He returned to kissing his lover just to prove his point.
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