Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica) (4 page)

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 groan. 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.”