Bjarni lowered himself down by Eadwulf’s side, settling between the wall and the smaller man. Eadwulf could, if he wanted to, run out, but Bjarni was certain that he wouldn’t. Eadwulf lay there, still panting, waiting for the Viking’s next move. “Are you warm now?” he asked, placing his hand on Eadwulf’s chest, and rubbing his thumb over Eadwulf’s right nipple.
“Y-yes,” Eadwulf gasped, nodding his head. His arms were still resting on the bed, although his fingers were twitching, as if they were about to move.
Bjarni shifted closer, bringing their bodies together. His hardening cock rested against Eadwulf’s side, and he watched his eyes widen. He also felt Eadwulf’s hands come up to rest against his chest, a weak attempt to push him back. His own hand was still caressing Eadwulf’s chest and soon Eadwulf’s hands did the same to him, sliding through his chest hair and exploring his muscles. Another small battle won. “Good,” he replied, leaning down to nuzzle Eadwulf’s neck.
He smiled when Eadwulf winced a little at the feeling of Bjarni’s beard. The Saxon would get used to that in time. He scraped his teeth across Eadwulf’s tender skin, enjoying the resulting hitch in Eadwulf’s breath. The smaller man was so sensitive, so responsive.
“Have you ever fucked someone?” he asked, leaning back.
“No,” Eadwulf replied, glancing up at Bjarni. “We don’t do that until we are married.” His hands now lay still on Bjarni’s chest, one having followed the trail of his hair further down his stomach.
“Have you ever been fucked?” he asked, his hand stroking up and down Eadwulf’s chest possessively. The resulting blush on Eadwulf’s cheeks was all the answer he needed. The Saxon was a virgin, perfect. He would be the first to have him, to possess him. The only one to make him submit and enjoy being fucked. That thought, and the feeling of Eadwulf’s smooth skin had made Bjarni fully hard, and he started to rub his cock against Eadwulf’s side.
Eadwulf shifted away from him. “What are you doing?” he whispered, as Bjarni’s hand slid down his chest towards his cock again. “Ah!” Eadwulf started to push Bjarni away, but as Bjarni kept pumping up and down, Eadwulf’s determined expression became one of bliss, his protests became a moan and his hands lingered on the Viking’s skin, tracing the muscles of his stomach.
It was important that Eadwulf didn’t do too much thinking about things besides lust and pleasure, so Bjarni gave his cock a few firm tugs that had the smaller man moan and tremble. He nuzzled Eadwulf’s neck again, softly biting a sensitive spot and smiling at the whimper from Eadwulf. “What do you think, thrall?” he murmured into Eadwulf’s ear. “Soon you will beg me to fuck you.”
Eadwulf immediately froze, both his hands moving to shove Bjarni’s arm away from his cock. “No,” he said, determined. “No, I will never do such a thing.”
Bjarni easily resisted Eadwulf’s pushing, and kept moving his fist up and down Eadwulf’s cock. The lust would win. “Your body betrays you,” he said, as Eadwulf’s hips thrust into Bjarni’s firm grip. “It knows what it needs, thrall.”
“N-no,” Eadwulf managed, panting and still shoving at Bjarni. “I won’t beg for anything.” He glared up at the Viking. “Not from you, ever.”
He could simply grab Eadwulf, turn him over on his stomach and take him by force, but that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as making the smaller man admit that he wanted to be fucked, that he belonged to Bjarni. “You will change your mind soon enough,” he said, forcing himself to remain calm. There were other ways to slake his lusts besides fucking. He let go of Eadwulf’s cock, enjoying the resultant gasp. They both lay in silence for a moment, Eadwulf still panting, his hands protectively near his groin.
“Does that mean you will leave me now?” Eadwulf asked, confusion in his eyes.
Leave now? With his cock hard and aching? Never. Bjarni moved up to crouch over Eadwulf again, grabbing his slender wrists and bringing them up over Eadwulf’s head. He pressed down firmly, looking into Eadwulf’s eyes as he did so. The smaller man struggled, but while Bjarni’s groin was vulnerable and within range, Eadwulf never tried to kick him there. This strengthened Bjarni’s feeling that Eadwulf wanted to be taken, but his pride and stubbornness kept him from admitting or asking for it.
He shuffled further up the bed, bringing his cock closer and closer to Eadwulf’s face. He would use the smaller man’s mouth for his pleasure instead, and watched the realisation dawn in Eadwulf’s eyes. His struggles ceased and his mouth fell open a little. Bjarni almost wanted to groan at that, at how perfect Eadwulf looked, already anticipating Bjarni’s hard cock in his mouth. Those lips were sure to bring him pleasure.
“Accept it, thrall,” he said, moving Eadwulf’s wrists together so he could hold him down with one hand. His other hand he used to guide his cock to Eadwulf’s mouth, letting the tip of his cock rest on those full lips. “You are mine.”
When Eadwulf opened his mouth further, no doubt to protest, Bjarni slid his aching cock inside and let out a groan of satisfaction. The wet heat was exactly what he needed. With his knees on either side of Eadwulf’s shoulders, it was easy to slide in deeper until he hit the back of Eadwulf’s throat.
Eadwulf made a noise at that, his eyes widening in panic until Bjarni pulled back a little. He wasn’t planning on choking the smaller man to death with his cock, so he kept his movements controlled for now. This had to be Eadwulf’s first time taking a man in his mouth, and no matter how much Bjarni wanted to thrust inside completely, he had to be careful. If Eadwulf could enjoy being used like this, it would be easier to make him beg for Bjarni’s cock in his other hole. “That’s it,” he said, as Eadwulf breathed in slowly through his nose. “Keep breathing like that. Doesn’t it feel good to know you are pleasing your master?”
Eadwulf’s words were muffled by Bjarni’s cock, but the Viking didn’t need to hear them to know that Eadwulf was objecting. The movements of Eadwulf’s tongue, however, felt good against his hot cock, and he shifted to get a better angle.
“Keep using your tongue like that, thrall,” he ordered, thrusting in and out of Eadwulf’s mouth slowly. While Eadwulf glared up at him defiantly, he did press his wet tongue against Bjarni’s hard cock, making the Viking moan with pleasure. The sight underneath him was as wonderful as he had imagined: Eadwulf’s full, pink lips stretched wide around his cock, his blue eyes filled with both anger and desire, his cheeks flushed from arousal.
As he let Bjarni fuck his mouth, Eadwulf kept shifting the rest of his body. One glance over his shoulder told Bjarni that Eadwulf’s cock was still hard.
“You are enjoying this,” he said, as he started to thrust harder and a little deeper. He wanted Eadwulf to be able to take his cock down his throat entirely, so this would be a good first lesson for the smaller man. “Your cock is still stiff, thrall. Still aching for pleasure. If you had begged me nicely to fuck you, perhaps I would have wrapped my hand around it again.”
Eadwulf began to squirm more underneath Bjarni, making more protesting noises. Bjarni groaned, enjoying the vibrations against his cock. He could feel his climax building in his balls, it wouldn’t be long before he would come. But did he want to come down Eadwulf’s throat and watch the Saxon struggle to swallow it all, or cover Eadwulf’s cheeks and mark him?
One look at the defiance in Eadwulf’s eyes made the decision easy: Mark Eadwulf as his by coming on his face so Eadwulf would know who his master was. The thought of it made Bjarni move faster, his climax closer and closer with every thrust. The feeling of Eadwulf’s tongue sliding against his cock was amazing, and it was very tempting to simply keep moving and let his come spill in Eadwulf’s mouth. “You are mine, thrall,” he panted, pulling back to remove his cock and wrap his free hand around it tightly.
Eadwulf lay still underneath him, his lips red and swollen, panting. “I won’t beg for anything,” he declared boldly.
Bjarni didn’t reply, he just held Eadwulf’s gaze as he pumped his fist. Only a few tugs were needed to make him come with a deep g
roan. A white streak landed on Eadwulf’s face, and the Saxon winced, trying to move his head out of the way for the next spurt, which ended up across his nose. “Mine,” Bjarni grunted, his hand still moving furiously. He wanted every last drop to end up on Eadwulf’s face. He squeezed out another load, marking Eadwulf’s other cheek, and the next landed on his swollen lips. “Taste it, thrall,” he said, his voice hoarse from exertion. “Taste your master’s come.”
After a long pause, Bjarni saw the pink tip of Eadwulf’s tongue dart out and touch the come on his upper lip before it slipped back in Eadwulf’s mouth.
“All of it,” he snarled, pressing down on Eadwulf’s wrists with his hand.
Eadwulf groaned, his mouth falling open and his tongue licking his lips properly, removing the white streaks. He swallowed, and looked up at Bjarni. “Happy?”
He smirked. “Very.”
“Now will you let go of me?” Eadwulf asked, squirming impatiently. His cheeks were still flushed. “I want to sleep.”
The Saxon no doubt wanted to use his hands to pleasure himself and wipe the come off his face, but Bjarni refused to let that happen. He looked around, and saw that the rope he had used as a leash for Eadwulf was lying on the floor next to bed. Shifting a little, he reached out with his free hand to grab it. “In a moment, thrall,” he replied, and began to wind the rope around Eadwulf’s wrists.
“What are you – stop that!” Eadwulf cried out, struggling against Bjarni now. “You can’t leave me like this.”
He tied the other end of the rope to the wooden headboard of the bed. Eadwulf would have enough room to let his hands rest on the pillow, but not enough to clean his face. Bjarni made sure the knot was tight before he climbed off Eadwulf’s chest. “I can do what I like,” he said, smirking. He then grabbed the furs to cover Eadwulf’s body again, as he didn’t what the younger man to be cold. “Let my come drying on your face be a lesson, thrall. You are mine.” Maybe it would help the Saxon realise that it was better to submit to Bjarni and admit he wanted to be fucked. He grabbed his clothes, and smiled down at Eadwulf, who was swearing at him. “I will see you tomorrow.”
Eadwulf woke up from something touching his wrists. He blinked, and winced at the ache in his jaw and his arms. As he opened his eyes properly to see Bjarni leave the room.
A hot feeling of shame ran through his body as he was immediately reminded of last night. There was still some rope wrapped around his wrists, Bjarni had used a knife to cut him free, and had then simply abandoned him.
Eadwulf closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Last night had been the most frustrating of his life. He had enjoyed Bjarni’s hands on him so much, had been hard and aching within minutes of the Viking getting in bed with him. He remembered how he had moaned and whimpered from the sheer pleasure. But when Bjarni had told him to beg, Eadwulf had felt angry. There was no way he was going to beg Bjarni to fuck him, it was far too humiliating to even consider it.
But his cock had a mind of its own, and had remained stubbornly erect, evidence that a part of Eadwulf did want to be fucked. Even when Bjarni had held him down and fucked his mouth Eadwulf’s cock had remained stiff. Being used like that had been humiliating as well, especially when Bjarni had come on him, the hot streaks branding him as the Viking’s.
When Bjarni had left him tied up, Eadwulf had struggled for a long time, wriggling to get out but the rope had been too tight. He had been forced to lie in bed, Bjarni’s come still drying on his cheeks and nose, the taste lingering in his mouth. And as he lay there, he couldn’t ignore the fact that his cock was still hard.
Eadwulf thought that had been the most humiliating part of all. That despite everything that Bjarni had done to him, the touching, asking him to beg, using his mouth, coming on his face and then tying him to the bed, that a part of Eadwulf had enjoyed it. Eadwulf didn’t want to think about the part of him that wanted to call Bjarni ‘master’, the part that wanted to submit to the Viking’s desires.
He sighed, then climbed out of bed. His cock, thankfully, was now soft again, and he put on his clothes. Today was a new day. He would clean the dried come off his face, and he would ignore the way his body reacted to the bigger man.
When he walked into the living area, he had hoped to be alone, but Dagmaer was there. She handed him the same bowl from yesterday. “You will need this,” she said, a smile around her lips.
He felt his cheeks burn and grabbed the bowl without looking her in the eyes. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bowl. The white streaks were still clearly visible, and Eadwulf ran out to the well to fill the bowl with water. He splashed the cool water on his face and rubbed viciously to get it to come off.
When he returned, Dagmaer was still there, and calmly washed her own face. “You feel better now?” she asked, and put a small bowl of broth in front of him.
He nodded, and began to eat, grateful that Bjarni wasn’t here.
Dagmaer sat next to him, regarding him for a moment. “You are scared.”
He nearly choked. “What?”
“It is normal to be scared,” she continued calmly. “I was scared on my wedding night. Nervous. It is scary, to be fucked. To let someone inside of you.”
Eadwulf stared at his broth as his cheeks turned red. What could he say to that? “I can imagine,” he mumbled.
“I was scared I would be hurt,” Dagmaer explained. “And I did feel pain when my husband entered me for the first time. But I reminded myself that this was my husband, a good man. I made myself relax so my body didn’t fight him. I accepted him inside of me.” She smiled again. “The pain became pleasure.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Eadwulf asked, still blushing. He couldn’t believe that Dagmaer was essentially telling him that he should let Bjarni fuck him.
“To tell you that you should accept it too,” she replied. “It will hurt at first, but you will feel pleasure too.” Her smile grew. “A lot of pleasure.” She stood up, and put a hand on his shoulder. “Think about that, Eadwulf.”
He nodded. “I will,” he mumbled, hoping that would be the end of it, fully intending to forget her words.
She squeezed his shoulder. “Good. There is one more thing you should know.”
“Which is?” he asked, glancing up at her.
“Bjarni likes to be ridden hard.”
Eadwulf stared at her, his mouth falling open as she patted his shoulder and then walked outside. He tried to ignore the mental images that came to him, of himself in Bjarni’s lap, the Viking’s thick hard cock filling him as he moved up and down to fuck himself. He nearly whimpered at the thought of that, and he felt his own cock becoming hard again.
He groaned, and dropped his spoon in his bowl to bury his head in his hands. The day had barely started, and he wanted it to be over already.
For the rest of the day, Eadwulf told himself he was glad not to see much of Bjarni. The Viking had been away for the morning, and while he returned home in the afternoon, he mostly ignored Eadwulf.
Eadwulf felt his stomach lurch whenever he saw Bjarni, his mind immediately going back to last night. He could still feel Bjarni’s hands on him.
But why was the older man ignoring him? While Eadwulf was a little relieved, he also felt hurt. Did Bjarni change his mind? Didn’t he want to fuck Eadwulf anymore? Had he left that morning to see if he could sell Eadwulf to someone else?
The sadness he felt at that was stronger than Eadwulf had expected. The thought of being sold to some other Viking and never see Bjarni again hurt, and Eadwulf sighed. The last few days had been immensely confusing. He had felt things he had never experienced before, and he wanted more. Maybe Dagmaer had been right, he should accept that he wanted Bjarni.
But while admitting to himself that he wanted the taller man relieved some of his pain, that still left him with a Viking who was ignoring him. Even when Eadwulf talked to him Bjarni replied tersely, sending Eadwulf away on some chore.
As evening fell, Eadwulf
thought it was hopeless. Here he was, willing to admit to Bjarni that he did want to be fucked, and Bjarni was giving him the cold shoulder.
Dagmaer ordered him to clean up after dinner, then announced that she would be visiting one of her friends. “I will only be away for a few hours,” she said casually, giving Eadwulf and Bjarni a meaningful glance each. “Enjoy your evening.”
He felt himself flush again, and glanced away from Bjarni as Dagmaer left. He started to gather the plates and knives, deciding it was best to carry out Dagmaer’s first order before thinking about her second.
“Come here, thrall.”
He nearly dropped the plates on the floor, surprised that Bjarni finally spoke to him. Putting the plates back on the table, he walked over to the chair Bjarni had been sitting in. His heart raced in his chest when Bjarni looked up at him. “Yes?” He hoped the Viking wasn’t about to tell him that he was selling Eadwulf to someone else.
“Tell me, do you want another night like last night, where I leave you frustrated and unsatisfied, or do you want me to fuck you?”
His heart skipped a beat, relief flooding through him. “You’re keeping me?”
Bjarni frowned. “Of course I am, you’re mine.” His frown turned into a smirk. “Or do I need to remind you?”
He felt his cheeks turn red. “I – no – I mean, not tonight,” he stammered. “I just thought that, well, you ignored me today and I thought you might want to sell me to someone else because you didn’t want me anymore.”
“I was ignoring you because you defied me yesterday,” Bjarni told him, smiling slightly. “It seems that upset you.”
“I wasn’t upset,” Eadwulf lied swiftly. “I was just... worried.”
Bjarni took a long sip from his ale. “You didn’t answer my earlier question, thrall. Do you want to be fucked tonight?”
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