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.
Epilogue
Late spring…
“Well master Bjorn…” The healing woman began. “…It looks like everything is healing nicely.
“I could have told you that myself woman.” Bjorn huffed. “I’ve been feeling fine for a week now.” Bjorn sat across from the medicine woman as the old lady looked over his wounds. It was a tiring activity walking down to the dammed infirmary every other day for the last three months.
“Be that as it may young master you still need to heal a bit more.” The old woman reminded the grumpy man. “Now tell me the truth. You done as I‘ve told you and not gone out drinking and running about correct.”
“Aye.” Bjorn could feel his mouth watering at the mention of a good ale. It had been so long since his last mug.
The woman nodded. “And no weapons training.”
The one good thing about being injured no more bothersome practices for awhile. “Aye.”
The old woman nodded her head again pleased. She was glad that her patient was listening to her for once. “And of course yuir not doing anything to strenuous correct. Like running, jumping, or… having sex right.”
Bjorn’s mood instantly soured and he gave the woman a frustrated growl. “…Aye.” The reason for the big mans annoyance was because since that day in Rolf’s cellar him and William had yet to make love again.
The threat of the coup then their recoveries from the attack had halted all ideas of them becoming intimate again. But now after three months the Valhallen prince was more then ready to reclaim his place in his lovers bed. “Are you sure I cannot take my lover even if we are careful?”
The old woman‘s nose crinkled in disgust a little. She like most of the castle now knew of the princes affair with the pudgy baker and of course didn‘t approve. Though there was nothing any of them could say or do about it for fear of going against Magnus’ word. Answering Bjorn the old woman said. “No master Bjorn I‘m afraid if you did try something you might loosen your wounds and we don‘t need that.”
“Of course.” Bjorn sighed.
It was then that the castle guard assigned to watch over Bjorn entered the infirmary and bowed “Master yuir little friend is here to escort you back to yuir room.” He said politely.
“Alright then you are excused. But tell my William I will be there in a few moments before you go.” Bjorn commanded him. The guard bowed again then left. The thought of his baker had brought about the usual response he had had during his recovery. A hardening in his breeches and a tinting to his face. It was because of this reaction that the hairy man came to a decision then and there. Looking around the room he searched for something that would help him in his efforts. Finding it he grunted and stood up reaching for it.
Sir…” The slave woman sighed. “Using that will not prevent-”
“I do not care what you say woman I need this and I shall have it!” Bjorn huffed taking a small jar of powder of off a shelf and quickly swallowing a small amount of the gray substance.
After he was done he nodded his goodbye to the worried medicine woman and walked out of the room a faint smile on his lips. Making his way down the short passageway that connected the infirmary to the rest of the castle Bjorn could hear William at the other end speaking with someone. ‘Most likely his escort.’ He thought as he limped towards them.
The guard Rolf had assigned to watch over his lover when he was not there was one of the few who didn’t care one way or the other about their marriage. In fact the man seemed to be friends with William. The pair could often be found talking to each other. Their friendliness brought up a bit of jealousy in Bjorn. But it was a necessary evil he believed. The Englishman needed the protection for now. At least until he got better and fear of angering him kept his countrymen at bay with their nastiness.
“So your family enjoyed my bread Ulf?” William asked The guard
“Aye they did master William.” The guard, Ulf responded. “My wife wants to know exactly what you do to make it so soft.”
“It’s nothing really I just kneed it very carefully and-”
“Lad I’m done.” Bjorn interrupted as he walked into the main passageway. The baker may of needed protection when he was away but now that he was in his presence the guard could get his mangy ass away from his lover. “Are ye ready to go back to our room.”
William turned his attention to his limping lover. “Of course Bjorn. Just let me finish my talk with Ulf here.”
Ulf seeing the beginnings of Bjorn’s anger coughed regaining the bakers attention. “Actually master William I should be going I need to…” He glanced up at Bjorn. “…Well I should just be going.” He bowed to both his masters then turned away and left.
“You know you don’t need to be so mean to other men.” William told his large lover once the other man was out of sight. “I mean most men don’t look at me with attraction.”
“I doubt that.” Bjorn snorted.
William chuckled at the other mans attitude. “Are you really that blinded by how much you love me?” When Bjorn’s only response was to pretend he hadn’t said anything William took hold of his hand. “Kind of flattering in a obsessive madman sort of way. Now come on you need bed rest.” He said pulling Bjorn with him.
“Aye sir.” Bjorn sighed as he allowed himself to be taken to his room. “But I insure you, you should be more wary around other men. Remember the voyage there were plenty of men eyeing yuir bottom then.”
“Yes and if I’m not mistaken those men hadn’t seen their wives in how long.”
Bjorn huffed why could he never win an argument no mater how small against this man “Alright, alright I’ll let up. But only a little.”
“Good.” William said happily. They continued down the hallway in silence for a few moment before the baker spoke again. “Did the healer tell you if you’d be able to attend your brother’s wedding?”
“I forgot to ask truth be told. But I don’t see why not.” Bjorn said. “Still a bit of a shock to think he’s actually getting married so quickly. I still believe he should waited a bit.”
“We didn’t wait.” William reminded.
“Aye but father sort of surprised us with it”
“So you would have waited if given the chance?”
Bjorn thought a few seconds then shook his head no. “Nay I believe that I would be doing the same thing he is.”
Approaching their bedroom door William opened it for his lover. “Not waiting must be a family trait.” He laughed as Bjorn passed him.
‘Speaking of not waiting’ Bjorn thought to himself a grin crossing his face. As the big man approached the center of the room he pretended to grunt in pain. “Oh! William love could… could you help me the rest of the way.” He said feigning weakness. “I’m afraid I might fall.”
The baker instantly grew suspicious of the other mans behavior. Bjorn had been walking just fine albeit with a limp a few seconds ago. He gave his lover an annoyed look whatever the hairy man had planned he believed they weren’t suppose to be doing it. But figuring that the only way they could get to bed was to play along he walked over to Bjorn and helped support his massive frame.
As they approached their bed Bjorn began fumbling as if he were falling. “Uh-Oh!” The Valhallen called out as he and the younger man fell onto the bed. The pair of lovers ended up with the bigger man on top pinning the baker to the bed.
“Come on Bjorn I know your not this clumsy?” Williams grunted. The heavy weight on his body making it hard to speak. “Now let off.”
“No lad I won’t.” Bjorn said smugly. “I’ve had enough of this waiting I need ye now boy in the worst way.”
“Bjorn the healer said no sex remember.” The shorter man reminded. “At least that’s what she said last time and I believe she said the same thing today right.”
“Nay.”
“Oh really.” William poked the Viking holding him down in the ribs. In the past even touching that part of his body would cause him to hiss in pain. But to William’s surprise this time nothing happened.
“Really.” Bjorn said smiling. “Now off with them dammed clothes of yuirs I need you naked.”
“Well I guess if your alright now.” William said relenting. Despite his words against lovemaking he was as eager as Bjorn to make love again.
“I always get my way.” Bjorn beamed. The big man rolled off his smaller lover and instantly began undressing him.
“You know one of these days your going to have to tell me what the men in your country are made of.” William laughed as Bjorn removed his shirt. “I mean you, Rolf and your father were up and out of bed in six weeks. I still don’t know how you all do it.”
“Lad let’s not talk about my family right now.” Bjorn huffed. “What we should be talking about is-” Bjorn kissed his lover. “-Is how I’m going to go over every inch of yuir body with me tongue. And how hard-” He leaned down and began nibbling on the bakers neck “-I’m going tae pound that chunky bottom of yuirs right though this here bed.”
“My, my you certainly are romantic today.” William teased.
“Aye, now shut up boy.” Bjorn said huskily. “I have work tae do.” He began trailing down William’s neck leaving kisses in his wake the Valhallen warrior was about to make it to his first prize a hardening nipple when a loud knocking from his sounded interrupting his mission.
Growling at being interrupted Bjorn glared over his shoulder towards the annoying sound. “Whoever it is begone I am busy!” He shouted in his meanest voice.
“Bjorn! Open up this dam door boy!” Magnus’ voice penetrated though the heavy wood.
“Dam, dam, dam, dam, dam, dam, dam!” Bjorn growled as he gently pounded his head against William’s chest. If he didn’t get up and answer his father would most likely just barge into the room without being invited. Looking up to his now amused lover he scowled and said. “Stay put lad I’ll get rid of him as quickly as I can.” Bjorn stood up and quickly adjusted his clothes trying to look presentable.
The now miffed man walked across the room to his door. Opening it only slightly as he squeezed out into the hall trying his best to conceal his half naked lover within the room. Once Bjorn was outside he was greeted by his father who stood in the darkened hall his arms crossed.
The Valhallen king wore an impatient look on old face. “It took ye long enough!” When the older man saw the slightly disheveled look his son was sporting he broke out into a smug and knowing grin. “It seems I’ve disturbed something haven’t I?”
“Aye you have.” Bjorn said not hiding the fact of what he had been doing. “Now what do ye want father.”
Magnus laughed at the edge in his sons voice. “Don’t get smart with me boy I am still yuir father and will take you over my knee if have to.” He reached into this pocket. “But as to the reason I am here interrupting you “newlyweds“. I wish tae give you something m’boy.” Magnus pulled out a ring from his pocket. He took hold of his sons forearm placed the piece of jewelry into his open paw. “This was found this morning under my bed.”
“What is it father?” Bjorn asked rolling the ring between his fingers. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry. There was a emerald set in a centerpiece which sparkled in the light. It reminded him of his own eye color.
“A little bit of tradition from yuir bakers homeland.” Magnus said stroking his beard. “It seems that when they get married the English sometimes exchange rings as a sign of love. Never really understood the tradition myself. But once long ago I was crazy enough to fall in love with someone and had this trinket made for her.”
He looked down at the gold ring in his sons hand with a great deal of sadness. “I believe it would be better off on yuir boys finger then in some dusty old box in my room.”
“I don’t know what to say father.” Bjorn said mystified. He looked the ring over again. “Was it mother who this was made for.” He asked in curiosity. “I never saw her wear this is why I ask.”
“No son it wasn’t her.” Magnus sighed. “It was someone else. Which brings something tae mind, I believe we need to speak about something.”
“What?”
“Not here, not now, in private.” Magnus turned away and began walking down the hallway. “But I believe that is for another time. You have someone to attend to I suppose right now. A bit more important then keeping this old man company at the moment.”
“Alright father, I shall see you as soon as I can.” Bjorn said absently. Once his father was gone he slipped back into the room. The sight that awaited him with him made a fire light in his body. William laid on the bed naked as the day he was born. A coy but enchantingly endearing smile gracing his face.
“By the gods lad! Any man who would leave the bedroom after witness this sight would be mad.” Bjorn stuffed the ring his father gave him into his pocket then proceeded to remove every last shred of clothing covering his large hairy form.
With a playful growl the Viking prince descended onto his lovers body. Wrapping both his strong arms around that plush form and connecting their lips drawing the younger man into a long smoldering kiss. As their tongues dueled they rolled over. Bjorn ending up on the bottom with William laying on top of him.
“I’ve got to do that more often if this is how your going to act.” William chuckled. The baker moved down Bjorn’s body until he was face to face once again with that glorious thick shaft of pleasure he had grown to know intimately in the last year and a half.
“Are ye planning tae suckle me again boy?” Bjorn asked know full well what was coming.
The baker smiled up at the large man then without any further delay he opened his mouth and engulfed Bjorn’s hardening cock. He began sucking on the pillar of flesh in earnest enticing a series of moans and “Oh lad!” From his barbarian lover. His joyous rapture overwhelming him Bjorn’s large hands found their way into William’s sandy brown hair and with great reluctance he pulled that wanton mouth away from his organ.
“And you said I was eager.” Bjorn laughed. He pushed William into a laying down position and quickly found his way back on top of the pudgy man. He lower his head and finally caught the bakers nipple between his teeth. ‘At last.’ The man thought as he began teasing the pert mound.
William sighed greatly pleased as the sensitive tip was assaulted by Bjorn’s thick tongue. But his cries grew even louder when he felt Bjorn’s other hand caress the length of his body and come to rest cupping his ass.
“Beg for it boy.” Bjorn commanded stopping his ministrations for a moment. “I want tae her how much you’ve missed this.” To prove his point the returned to biting the baker’s chest and began working his fingers into the bakers crack teasing the tight hole he found there.
William shuddered at the treatment his body was going through. Bjorn was really doing his best that night. “Bjorn you got me writhing and moaning in your arms do you really need me to voice how much I want you.”
“Aye I do.“ Bjorn reaffirmed. “It does a man good tae hear how much he drives a lover wild.” He doubled his efforts in driving the baker over the edge. Hooking is fingers and driving them into Williams hole. “Now quite stalling and tell me boy!”
“God Bjorn I love this.” William gasped. “Please stop teasing me and just lift my legs into the air and drive yourself into me. I need to be connected to you again please!” The baker ended up chuckling at the end of his dirty speech. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Aye, good to know you can still beg for me love.” Bjorn chuckled back. He released the other man allowing him to catch his breath. But the reprieve was short lived because Bjorn quickly shifted and placed both of the pudgy man’s legs on his shoulders. “I’ve missed this too boy.” He said driving his finger back into that warm furrow.
He began working the hole screwing his finger into his lovers body. “I love feeling yuir hole tense around my fingers.” He said when he added another. “The look of pure want on that beautiful face, and every single one of the breathy moans and grunts you make.” A third finger found its way into the squirming baker. “You want to be connected to me boy? Well you have me heart and soul. I promise ye that you will never want from me. everyday I will love you. Doing my best to make you happy and every night I shall ravage you or you me leaving us both satisfied and sore the next morn.”
Feeling that the younger man was stretched enough Bjorn withdrew his fingers and shifted so that the tip of his cock was positioned to pierce through that hot entrance. “Now boy It’s time we cease with talking for a bit and you allow me to just fuck yuir chunky bottom of yuirs.”
The baker looked up at his lover giving him a seductive smile. “I agree wholehar-ahhh!”
William’s consent was silenced when Bjorn hilted himself in the bakers upturned backside. The big man snickered at the look of surprised and intense pleasure on Williams face. Leaning down and kissing the boy gently on the lips Bjorn said. “I said no more talking for awhile boy.” The hairy man began rocking his hips ever so slowly. The rhythm was almost torturous the man barely passing a crawl in his efforts. With every inward stroke Bjorn’s large cock rubbed against his lovers prostrate. Bring about untold pleasure in the smaller man.
As his hips moved Bjorn released William legs allowing them to slid down his sides and wrap around his waist. He then started kissing his lover again and again drawing the breath from the other man from the pure emotion of it. The entire experience left the poor baker dazed and moaning incoherently as his mouth was assaulted by bearded lips and his prostrate was prodded by the thick member invading his ass.
Wanting to explore more of his lover with his lips Bjorn moved his head to the side and began using his teeth. Nibbling on the patch of skin between the bakers ear and collarbone enticing a series of mild curses from the man he was fucking. ‘Such an easy thing to do. The littlest touch sets my boy off’
As he was so completely and utterly dominated by the powerful brute above him William could feel himself sweating as his body was invaded again and again. The thick cock penetrating him causing ripples of pleasure to course though his body. It stunned him how such slow and deliberate movements could cause such mind blowing joy.
The boy soon found himself clutching Bjorn’s back digging his fingers into Bjorn’s soft hairy flesh as he lost control and came between their bodies with a strangled cry. “There it is.” Bjorn said pleased that he had made his partner climax from so little.
“Yes it is Bjorn” William responded out of breath. He reached up and stroked the other mans face. “But your still hard.” showing that he felt his lovers member William squeezed it with his hole causing Bjorn to growl in heat. “Maybe you could let me go and I could-oomph!” William was about to suggest that he could suckle him again when Bjorn pulled out and flipped him roughly onto his stomach.
The big man quickly sheathed himself back into that tight warm heat of the Englishman’s channel. Chuckling at the younger mans startled but pleased yelp. Bjorn bit his ear and whispered. “Ye didn’t think I was just going tae fuck you slow then roll over and fall asleep did ye? Time I make up for lost time.” He drew back then thrust into William hard making the younger man grunt from the force.
The baker had barely recovered from the first assault when another well aimed thrust penetrated him again, then again, then again striking his special spot each time. Soon Bjorn had a good steady gyration going. Mounting William as if they had never made love before. There was great force this time but somehow neither cared the coupling bring out great joy as they now rutted like beasts
It reminded the baker of the first time they had had sex. Although this time he wasn’t being taken in a dingy hull the scared prisoner of some evil Viking. This time he was being shown how much he was loved and desired by his husband and friend. A long groan that sounded like a wounded bull singled Bjorn’s coming orgasm.
As the big man neared the event he sped up his already bone shaking thrusts. The force becoming so powerful that William could hear the bed they were on top of creaking in protest from the force. After a few more unsteady jerks of his hips Bjorn cried out Williams name to the point of deafening the smaller man and came into him earth shatteringly hard digging his fingers into the bed sheets and tearing them as he road out his climax. William was close behind. Coming for a second time covering the bed beneath him with a second load of seamen and leaving a sticky mess.
As he drifted down from their incredible high Bjorn pushed his large body off of William coming to rest beside him. The blinding passion sated for now the Viking prince stroked the pudgy man’s belly tenderly. “Are you alright boy?” He asked concerned. During their coupling he had undoubtedly lost control.
“I’m fine.” William said bubble laughter escaping his lips. “But… let’s never abstain for that long again, alright? Next time you might just near kill me.” He leaned over and rested his head on his ravagers chest.
“I am sorry my dear I could not control myself.” Bjorn took William hand and kissed it. “I fear however that I shall be sore tomorrow.”
“Why is that.” William asked. The larger man closed his eyes realizing he just said too much. “Bjorn…” The baker said sternly. “Your not better are you?”
“Nay lad.” He sighed. “I took some medicine that numb pain. It worked though I feel nothing from my wound.”
“Bjorn!” William huffed. “Why did you do that? You could have opened up your wounds, you could have...”
The sandy haired mans scolding was interrupted by Bjorn placing a finger over his lips. “Shush lad any pain is worth it tae be with you understand.”
William couldn’t help the blush the crept across his face. However he wasn’t going to allow his disobedient husband to have the last word. “Fine then Bjorn! But don’t come crying to me when you wake up too sore too move.” He scolded.
Bjorn sighed he didn‘t need his lover angry at him. “I‘m sorry boy truly I am but I just couldn’t help it.” Bjorn said. Remembering the ring his father had given him he quickly thought of something. “Lad how about I give ye something as a peace offering.”
“Like what.” William asked.
Bjorn answered him by rolling off of the bed and bounding to his feet. He made his way across the room the where his discarded clothes lay. Fishing into his pocket the Valhalla prince pulled out the ring he had just acquired. “Here lad I believe this will suffice.” He said laying back down on the bed. Bjorn held the heirloom out for William. The boy taking the small piece of metal and examining it.
“A ring?” William asked.
“Aye boy a ring.” Bjorn quickly explained what his father had told him about the ring.
“Guess this means he finally excepts us right?”
“As much as the old buzzard can.” The larger man said merrily. “Now…” Bjorn took hold of William’s hand and carefully slipped the golden ring onto his finger. “... I want ye to promise me you’ll never take this off.”
“Of course I won’t Bjorn.“ William said smiling. The baker could feel himself choking up a bit as he felt weight of the jewelry on his finger. But deciding to not ruing the moment he held the tears at bay. Instead gave his lover his lopsided smile then reached over him to the small table that sat next to their bed.
“You know I think I should give you something as well.” The baker picked up his mothers necklace and handed it to Bjorn. “Mother always said that on day I’d give this thing to my spouse. Though I didn't believe I’d be handing it to a hairy brute of a Viking.” he teased.
“I...I can't take this lad.”
“Of course you can. Let's just call this my families tradition alright.” William said shyly. “Besides it was in your possession before. I sort of believe this was meant to be.”
“But I had stolen it William. It is not right for me to have this.” Bjorn said sadly. “It would only be a reminder that I once owned you.”
“No it won’t.” William insisted. “You gave it back remember. I could have left any time after you returned it.” He chuckled. “Besides you do own me, or my heart more accurately and it’s freely given.”
Bjorn looked at the dangling heart shaped piece of jewelry. Then smiled up at his lover. “Then so be it I‘ll gladly except it. I will consider it part of our ást eiðr.”
That was a phrase William never hear before. “Our Asst Eye‘door?”
“ást eiðr lad.” Bjorn corrected. “It means love oath in the language of my ancestors.” He explained “A promise tae love each other the rest of our days. As such I shall never remove this necklace from my neck.” Bjorn tried to place item around his neck but the chain appeared to be to tight choking him as he fastened it.
William couldn’t help but give an amused chuckle as he reached up and unsnapped the chain “Guess we need to have it resized huh?”
“Aye” Bjorn agreed breathing again. “But do not worry once it fits it won’t ever leave me.”
“Even when your friends make fun of you for having a heart shaped necklace?”
“Fuck them lad.”
“I rather you’d do that to me.” The Englishman grinned. “And besides you might have to take it off once and awhile.” William began stroking Bjorn’s furry chest. “Might get in the way when we make love. Sort of ruins the mood when a cold piece of metal touches your skin. I’d rather have, say… your hands touching my skin. You feel up to…?”
Bjorn lowered his head so the pair were touching foreheads. “By fuck lad yuir ready tae go again?” He said with a lust laced chuckle. William nodded. “Thank the gods for young lovers.” Bjorn exclaimed. He placed the necklace he had been given back in it’s place on the nightstand as he rolled over towards his lover. It was still early in the night and he wouldn’t want to loose the precious item in the ensuing chaos.
{William: “Well… there isn't much to say after this. My life with Bjorn is going to be a happy one I believe. I get to wake up with this wonderful man next to me each and every day. And as we age, I hope we grow even closer. If that‘s even possible. As for everyone else…
Rolf, he’s getting used to being in command of the entirety of Valhalla military force. He’s proven to be a good leader and commands the guards with a loving but stern grip. He does need to learn to stop sneaking off with Bjorn for drinks however.
Julie and Andrew are now freed just a Magnus promised. They live on Rolf’s old farm as citizens of Valhalla. I see them both regularly and I’m proud to say I’ve become an “Uncle” to their young son. I can still see the look on Bjorn’s face the first time the boy asked him is he was a bear.
Harald got married in the spring just as he planned to. The girl he married is a lovely woman named Turid. She’s very smart and loves to read we’ve become fast friends. Though for some reason Bjorn doesn’t seem to like her.
Aida still works in the kitchen even though she is no longer considered a slave. She says it makes her happy making food for the castle. I can relate with her because despite my new position as Bjorn’s husband I still bake my bread and cook meals for everyone. I spend a lot of time in that small kitchen talking with Aida. Which is how I came to find out that she has acquired an admirer. Not sure who it could be but I’ve caught Magnus coming down the hallway to the kitchen at night so I‘ve got a small inkling.
As for Gunnar’s men they have all been imprisoned for the remainder of their lives. All of them that is except for Ivar who mysteriously disappeared from his cell one night. All that was found in his place was a single rose. I still wonder sometimes how he was able-”
Bjorn: “Lad would you mind shutting yuir trap? It’s sort of hard tae pleasure you when yuir narrating.”
William: “Oh, alright should have know you'd have trouble keeping yuir simple mind on two things at once-Ouch! Did…did you just bite me?
Bjorn: “Aye I did. That's what ye get boy for being a smartass.”
William: “Bjorn... would you really have it any other way?”
Bjorn: “Nay my dearest baker, …nay.”}
The End
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