Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica) (5 page)

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?”

His mouth was dry, but Eadwulf managed a
reply. “Yes.”

The Viking smirked. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, master,” Eadwulf said, nervous but
excited when Bjarni stood up and towered over him. This was it, he was going to
get fucked by Bjarni. His cock was already hardening at the thought.

“Go to your bed and get naked,” Bjarni
told him, his grey eyes dark with lust. “I will join you soon.”

Eadwulf nodded, unable to speak. While
he did look forward to it, he was still anxious as well. With his trembling
fingers it was difficult to get his clothes off, and he crawled under his furs,
waiting for Bjarni. What could the Viking possibly need now? It also gave
Eadwulf’s doubts time to grow. Had he done the right thing? What if it hurt?
What if he hated it? What if Bjarni hated it?

“I knew you could be obedient.”

Eadwulf looked up at Bjarni, who was
holding a small jar in his hands. “What’s that?” he asked.

Bjarni moved over to him, and handed him
the jar. “Some oil to make it easier for me to fuck you,” he explained. “You
won’t be able to take my cock without it.” He paused. “Well, you would, but it
would hurt like nothing else.”

Eadwulf opened the small jar and
sniffed. It had an oddly fresh herbal scent, but nothing he could immediately
identify. He tentatively put one finger in. The oil felt slick and cold to the
touch, and it dripped off his finger when he pulled it out, and he frowned
slightly.

“It will be fine,” Bjarni told him,
removing his clothes and dropping them on the floor. “Believe me, it won’t be
long before you will be begging for my cock.

“We’ll see,” Eadwulf replied, sounding
calmer than he felt. Bjarni’s cock was already half-hard and huge. He was
beginning to wonder how and if it would ever fit inside of him.

Bjarni pulled the furs covering Eadwulf
aside, and smirked when he saw Eadwulf’s hardening cock. “You want this.”

Eadwulf felt his cheeks flush. “I do,”
he admitted, despite his nerves. “I don’t know why, but I do.” He shifted to
let Bjarni get in bed with him, then gathered his courage to crawl into the
Viking’s lap. He rested his hands on Bjarni’s shoulders then looked him in the
eye, noting Bjarni’s surprise.

“You are bold for your first time,
thrall,” Bjarni said. His big hands immediately travelled down Eadwulf’s sides
to cup his arse, giving his cheeks a firm squeeze. Eadwulf felt himself jerk
forward, his cock brushing against Bjarni’s thick cock and he gasped.

“Do you mind?” he asked. “It was just...
your wife said...”

Bjarni smirked, his grey eyes locked
with Eadwulf’s. “My wife said what, thrall?” he murmured, still fondling
Eadwulf’s arse, his fingers already tracing a path between his cheeks.

“She said that – that,” Eadwulf paused
to gasp from pleasure, “you like to be ridden.” He glanced down at the Viking’s
cock, a stark contrast to his own. He reached down and needed both his hands to
wrap around his and Bjarni’s cock, then moved his hands up and down, rubbing
their cocks together.

Soon, Bjarni was moaning as well,
thrusting his hips into Eadwulf’s hands. “She is right.” He looked at Eadwulf,
his pupils blown. “You are more than welcome to ride my cock. All you need to
do is to ask for it.”

His cheeks turned red, even though he
kept pumping his and Bjarni’s cocks. He whimpered from the overwhelming
sensations and from Bjarni’s demand. He had already said he wanted to be
fucked, why did he have to say it again? “Do I have to?”

Bjarni nodded, panting. “Ask for it,
thrall. Properly.” His bigger hand joined Eadwulf’s, grabbing hold of their
cocks firmly and exerting more pressure.

The sudden rough touch made Eadwulf buck
into Bjarni’s fist with a deep moan. “I want,” he gasped, before his courage
ran out, “to ride your cock, master.” He still felt a little humiliated by
having to ask like this, but at the same time there was some relief in saying
the words. It was like a burden being lifted.

“Good thrall,” Bjarni replied, releasing
Eadwulf’s cock. He grabbed Eadwulf by his hips and pulled him further into his
lap. “Spread your knees wider so I can prepare you.”

Eadwulf nodded, doing as Bjarni asked,
and bracing himself on the broader man’s shoulders. “I’m ready,” he said,
although he had no idea if he really was.

Bjarni spread Eadwulf’s cheeks with one
hand, and Eadwulf felt strangely vulnerable in this position. His own hard cock
was resting against the muscles of Bjarni’s stomach, and he could feel every
small movement the Viking made. With his other hand, Bjarni took the jar and
put it next to him. “We will go slow tonight as it is your first time,” he
said, sticking one finger in. “Next time you will require less preparation.”

He nodded again, hoping that he would
enjoy it enough to want a next time. When Bjarni’s finger first probed at his
hole, he winced, leaning forward into Bjarni.

“Let it happen, thrall,” Bjarni
murmured. “Accept it.”

Eadwulf took a deep breath and made
himself relax. Bjarni’s finger felt massive as it slowly slid inside of him. He
forced himself to remain still as that finger slid in deeper and deeper. When
it started to move, Eadwulf bit his lip. It didn’t hurt, but there was no
pleasure either, not even when Bjarni moved it in and out of him like he would
with his cock later.

Bjarni slid his finger out after a
moment, and Eadwulf watched as he dipped two fingers in the oil. This time, it
hurt more when the Viking slid those big fingers inside of him. He winced and squirmed,
and only Bjarni’s tight hold on him stopped Eadwulf from wriggling out of
Bjarni’s lap. “You asked for this,” Bjarni reminded him. “Now take it.”

Eadwulf panted, but nodded. He clung to
Bjarni’s shoulders, digging in his nails when his hole stretched around the
fingers. It hurt, but it was nothing he couldn’t take. The initial burn soon
wore off and became a duller ache as Bjarni’s fingers slid in deeper. Soon they
were all the way in and started to twist and turn inside of Eadwulf. Suddenly,
they brushed against a spot that had Eadwulf shudder with pleasure.

Bjarni repeated the same movement a few
times, and Eadwulf moaned helplessly, rolling his hips against Bjarni’s fingers
as they kept thrusting in and out of him, each time brushing against that place
that brought him such ecstasy.

“More,” he moaned, looking at Bjarni.
“Please, more, I need it.” Desire and lust had taken over, there was no place
for pride or shame now. He didn’t care that Bjarni was smiling smugly as he
twisted his fingers inside Eadwulf to make him whimper and beg. He just needed
to feel more.

“You want to be fucked?” Bjarni asked,
thrusting his fingers in harder. “You want my cock, thrall?”

“Yes,” Eadwulf replied, panting and
gasping. He moved up and down, crying out in pleasure. “Yes, I want it.”

“Beg for it properly,” Bjarni insisted
as Eadwulf moaned again.

“Please,” Eadwulf managed, his cock
brushing against Bjarni’s stomach with his every thrust, sending more sparks of
pleasure through his body. “Please, master, fuck me, I want your cock.”

Bjarni smiled, then pulled his fingers
out entirely. “Very well.”

While Eadwulf knew he had asked for it,
he still groaned with disappointment at being empty. Now that Bjarni’s fingers
were out of him, it was easier to think and he suddenly felt ashamed at how
wantonly he had moaned and begged just then. He watched as Bjarni slicked up
his big, thick cock. It was far larger than Bjarni’s fingers and Eadwulf
remembered all too well how those had burned as they stretched him. He tried to
focus on how good they had made him feel, but his mind was stuck on the pain.

If Bjarni noticed the doubt on Eadwulf’s
face, he ignored it. Once his hard cock was slick, he took Eadwulf’s hips and
lifted him up above his cock. With one hand he grabbed his cock to position it
under Eadwulf’s stretched hole. Eadwulf watched, feeling nervous and anxious.
Think of how good it would feel, he told himself as he lowered himself down
until he felt the tip of Bjarni’s cock probe him. Focus on the pleasure.

Bjarni’s strong hands pushed him further
down, and the Viking’s large cock pushed its way inside Eadwulf’s hole. It hurt
and burned, and Eadwulf screamed from the pain. It felt like someone was
shoving a massive beam in there. He wanted to get away, but Bjarni’s hold on
him was tight.

“Accept it,” Bjarni told him as Eadwulf
sobbed. He rubbed a soothing circle across Eadwulf’s lower back as he
shuddered. “You can take it. Breathe, thrall.”

As he clung to Bjarni’s shoulders,
Eadwulf did as Bjarni told him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and
breathed out. The pain was already subsiding, and he risked pushing himself
further down Bjarni’s cock. He bit his lip to stop himself from crying out
again. He could take this.

Slowly he pushed to let more of Bjarni’s
big cock inside of him. It wasn’t easy, but the worst of the pain was going
away, making it slightly easier for Eadwulf to relax. Bjarni kept rubbing
soothing circles across his back and his stomach. “Let me help,” the Viking
said, then wrapped his large hand around Eadwulf’s cock, which had gone soft.

The pleasure from Bjarni’s fist was a
welcome distraction to Eadwulf, and he found himself sliding down more easily,
and soon the head of Bjarni’s cock was inside of him. He looked down at the
sight of Bjarni pumping his cock and how much of the Viking’s cock was still
waiting for him. However, the worst was over and Eadwulf took comfort in that.

Inch by inch he felt Bjarni’s cock move
deeper, filling him, but it still ached and hurt, despite Bjarni using his hand
to pleasure him.

“I can’t,” he muttered, when he had to
stop moving. He only had a quarter of Bjarni’s cock inside of him, and he
couldn’t handle the thought of taking it more. It was too much, too big, too
thick. He started to move back up, but Bjarni’s grip on his hip tightened and
stopped him.

“No, thrall, you will take my cock, you
can do it,” Bjarni assured him, still moving his fist up and down. “Look at me,
thrall,” he said, as Eadwulf looked down and let out a whine. “Look at me.”