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When the company retreated to Jutland during the off season, Askeladd had done his usual show off of his wealth and enraptured the local women. Thorfinn would scoff each time and stalk off to his claimed area, a barn somewhat outside of the main hustle of Gorm. However, if anyone happened to notice that Thorfinn only occupied his barn during the daylight hours, no one had commented on it thus far.
In the dead of night, Thorfinn would be lured to Askeladd's cabin. Like a Pavlovian hound, he was drawn back each time to Askeladd's bed. He craved the attention, warring between the hatred, lust, and growing fondness each time he stepped through the doorway.
As was usual for most nights, Askeladd had left the door ajar for Thorfinn to easily sneak inside. Thorfinn stepped inside the warm dwelling and started to take his shoes off before padding further into the home.
Askeladd sat at his kitchen table, looking over maps of the English countryside and no doubt planning their first attack come spring. Thorfinn regarded him with a hauty glare and fwipped his gaze away from the old geezer and stomped towards the bedroom.
Askeladd smirked, drinking the hot tea he had prepared before returning to his maps. A few moments ticked by while Thorfinn undressed and left his clothes in a rumpled pile near the foot of the oak post bed. He then crawled into the bed covered in furs and soft padding. He stared hard at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable moment that Askeladd would saunter into the room. No doubt, in about ten minutes Askeladd could be heard rolling his maps up and tossing his tea outside of the nearest window before his heavy boots trodded down the wooden hall.
Askeladd stepped into the doorway of his bedroom, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame. From the door, the heavy curtains that hung around his bed obscured Thorfinn's face and upper torso. He didn't need to see the boy's face to know that his ire filled gaze was upon him. Askeladd chuckled before stepping further into the room, not bothering to shut his bedroom door since it was just the two of them inside. He shucked his outer layer clothes, leaving on his tunic, underwear, and boots. He, unlike Thorfinn, had folded his clothes into a neat pile near the dresser. He heard Thofinn shift on the bed, the furs falling around him as the oak bed groaned at the change in pressure and weight.
Askeladd tossed a look over his shoulder, his cunning blue eyes catching the soft glimpse of Thorfinn's form kneeling on the bed. Thorfinn was facing Askeladd, his body language open and no longer cagey. The period between sex and his first arrival was always an adjustment period. It was the time in which Thorfinn transitioned between the ruthless blood lusting killer he was to the softer spit fire lover that Askeladd had taken on a few years prior.
Thorfinn's thighs were parted slightly, his calves tucked under him. His left arm supported him on the bed, placed behind his back on the mattress, causing his spine to arch into a C. Askeladd smirked as he side eyed Thorfinn's form. The young blond was intently looking between his legs and at the short, hairless uncut cock he was fisting in his rough calloused hand. He was roughly jerking himself up and down while he bit his lower lip. A soft moan fell from his lips as he started to leak pre-cum from the slit in his cock. Askeladd turned to face him fully, no longer content with the partial peripheral view. He crossed his arms and smirked at the boy who finally turned his hot amber eyes to the older man.
Thorfinn released his lower lip, but unashamedly continued to jerk himself off in Askeladd's bed. The fire light in the room danced across his pale Danish skin, gleams of light catching on the metal jewelry Askeladd had pierced into him a few months ago. They had once been pairs of earrings, similar to the kind he gave away to women he fancied, but modified into barbells that were threaded through the kid's nipples. Askeladd continued to stare, his eyes discerning what to do next. He watched as Thorfinn continued to pleasure himself with bitten back moans and his hand speeding as time passed. As Thorfinn began to crest closer to his climax, Askeladd finally broke away from his position with three wide strides.
He snatched Thorfinn's hand with his right and used his left hand to shove the blond back onto the mattress. The position effectively knocked open Thorfinn's legs to bracket Askeladd's hips. Thorfinn looked at him, eyes ablaze and a pout set on his lips. Askeladd only smirked, pressing Thorfinn's hand into the mattress before letting go. The boy left his hand there while the other was still trapped in Askeladd's hand.
Askeladd released Thorfinn's right hand and leaned off of the boy. Thorfinn's hand twitched, inching closer to his cock. Askeladd eyed it with intent, Thorfinn's hand stopped moving. The younger blond swallowed thickly, waiting to see what Askeladd would do. Askeladd grinned wolfishly, pulling off the boy entirely and discarding his shirt on top of Thorfinn's clothes. He stood up off of the bed and shimmied out of his underwear, leaving his boots on while Thorfinn lay spread on the bed.
“Boy,” he said lowly,”come here.”
Askeladd moved to the end of the bed where a wooden chair sat facing it. In the fire light, Askeladd watched as Thorfinn came out from the shadows. His boy crawled to the edge of the bed, body demure and eyes full of passion. His little cock jumped in anticipation as he crawled down to the floor and settled between Askeladd's thick thighs.
Having been trained so well, he was already on his knees, legs spread wide and hands resting on Askeladd's pale thighs. He then craned his body downward, lips coming to rest on Askeladd's balls. He licked kitten licks across the thin skin. Askeladd perched an arm on the rest, leaning his head to the side and looking at Thorfinn the way he would during a duel, trying to suss out the brat's intentions and mood. Thorfinn's eyes were sharp, tracking Askeladd's movements or lack thereof. He opened his mouth wider and began to suckle at the flesh, Askeladd's thick cock towered over him; casting a nice shadow across his young features. His hands gripped the meat of Askeladd's thighs, wanting so desperately to reach down to his small cock. The steel in Askeladd's eyes kept him from doing so.
After a few moments of reveling in the laving of Thorfinn's mouth and lips, he sat up straighter and looked down at the boy. His heavy boot was lifted and placed between Thorfinn's legs. Thorfinn pulled away from his balls and withdrew his hands. Fire danced across his skin and rebellion came into his eyes. His jaw twitched as he knew what Askeladd wanted from him.
It was newly placed into their time together, Askeladd having gotten carried away with ways to humiliate Thorfinn. The first time it had happened, Thorfinn had had no choice but to lick his boots clean lest he suffocate from the weight. During the encounter, he had happened to orgasm as Askeladd made fun of him. Askeladd hadn't forgotten it and he certainly hadn't wanted to.
“Thorfinn,” Askeladd said lowly,”why don't you show me some other form of attention. Surely there are other places that need to be cleaned.”
Thorfinn scoffed, crossing his arms and looking away,”Tch, as if baldy.”
He made no move to bow down to the rough leather boots Askeladd wore. Askeladd rolled his eyes and sat forward abruptly, grabbing Thorfinn's hair and yanking his head back. Thorfinn's treacherous cock jumped at the motion and he was forced into a 90 degree angle bending backwards. He stared hard at the ceiling, his scalp burning from the rough hard pull of Askeladd's calloused hands. He felt caged and forced to submit, his throat exposed and on his knees in front of his sworn enemy and lover. He swallowed thickly, feeling his trachea pull against his skin as he did so.
“What a disrespectful brat you are,” Askeladd said as he yanked Thorfinn's hair harder.
A groan threatened to breach Thorfinn's lips as he was pulled again. He would not give into Askeladd's torment. Askeladd grabbed at the tresses harder, guiding Thorfinn down and down until the blond's face was down on the dirty wooden floor and his ass was forced high into the air. Askeladd placed a boot on Thorfinn's head, effectively holding him into place while the other came to rest in his field of vision. The smell of fresh earth hit his nose. That bastard, the thought, he planned this from the start.
He ground his teeth together, rage filling him quickly and distracting him from the arousal he had felt a few moments ago. Yet, as obedient as ever, he made no move to flail out of Askeladd's hold. His hands rested limply near his head, fingers curled slightly in on themselves.
Askeladd breathed in a sharp breath before he landed a blow on Thorfinn's white ass cheeks. The crack was loud in the room, making Thorfinn jump from the sound and hard sting. He winced as Askeladd's hand flew to the side. The hit was rather hard, warming his skin instantly. Yet, Thorfinn was determined not to let it show that Askeladd's hits were powerful and bruising. He continued to grit his teeth as Askeladd began to spank him with earnest. At the fifteenth powerful hit, Thorfinn was a shaking mess and drooling onto the wood. His resolve was crumbling, his skin felt warm to the touch –
hotter than the fire that blazed within the room.
The boot, an inch away from his face was his only salvation. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and opened his mouth. His pink tongue slowly reached for the leather before softly licking at it. He softly licked against it, avoiding most of the debris and focusing more on a trust spit shine leather polish. Askeladd stopped for a moment before looking down at him, a smile was spread across his lips. He gave Thorfinn a reprieve before continuing on with the punishment. His silent streak was broken as the next swat landed on his sensitive cheeks. He yelped in surprise and continued to whimper while polishing Askeladd's boots. He licked faster and with more earnest, begging softly with his actions for mercy. At thirty swats in and with tears falling to the boards, Askeladd stopped and sat back in the chair, removing his other foot from atop Thorfinn's head. With Thorfinn's new found freedom, he moved from the left boot to the right. Greedily licking at the leather spanning across Askeladd's foot. Askeladd smirked as he watched the boy shine his shoes, slowly the leather became wetter and wetter.
As Thorfinn continued his duty, Askeladd grabbed the small container of oil on the desk next to the chair he occupied. He heartily applied a coating to his two fingers before leaning forward to press them at Thorfinn's entrance. The blond choked as the two fingers entered him, scissoring without any without tenderness. Askeladd looked in awe as his fingers easily scissored the tight muscle open. Someone had prepped before hand.
“Neh, Thorfinn,” he said as he continued to scissor him for nothing but sheer humiliation,”eager tonight, are we?”
Thorfinn blushed and glared at the leather under his tongue, yet doing or saying nothing to refute the claim. Askeladd pulled his fingers out with a pop before messily wiping the oil coating into Thorfinn's blond locks. He laid back for a moment, indulging Thorfinn in his new found role for just a moment longer. After a quick moment, he roughly leaned forward and fisted a hand into Thorfinn's hair once again. He dragged the boy to his feet and began to shuffle him back towards the bed. His knees hit the edge of the bed and he buckled back onto the padded straw mattress. Askeladd's grip had not let up and he continued to manhandle him into position, forcing Thorfinn onto his front and knocking his legs apart with his open palm. Eager to comply and run from the stinging pain, Thorfinn did as he was told and spread his thighs. Askeladd toed off his boots and flung them to the side of the room.
With the tight hand in his hair, he was unable to do much to ease the pain beside arch into Askeladd's touch. He, effectively, was presenting before the older man, his sensitive nipples grazing the top sheet of the mattress. He shivered at the feeling.
Askeladd wasted no time, pulling back on Thorfinn's hair as he harshly pushed inside. The blunt head of his warm cock pushed into Thorfinn's passage, stretching the muscle to its limit and going deeper and deeper inside. Askeladd moaned as he bottomed out and Thorfinn keened at the intrusion, his brow pinched together and drawing in short gasps of air. He clawed at the sheets like a dying man, feeling the contact of Askeladd's thighs against his own and his balls touching his taint. He twitched slightly, the feeling of being full consuming him. He was distantly aware that his stomach might have a bulge to it, the thought alone made his eyes roll back into his head.
Giving Thorfinn a moment to adjust, Askeladd gripped his hips with his left hand before pulling back slowly. He listened as Thorfinn sucked in a deep breath, his vocal cords vibrating together. He needn't image the expression on Thorfinn's face, he had seen in many a time when they had coupled together face-to-face. Smirking, he pushed back in sharply. Thorfinn yelped, his body jumping forward as Askeladd began to pump in and out of him rapidly. The angle was deep, the speed punishing, and the skates of pleasure across his prostate were unrelenting. Had he been allowed, he might have snaked a hand between his legs and jerked himself to the rhythm Askeladd had set. Instead, he laid there, taking the bruising thrusts and pull of his hair.
He moaned hotly as Askeladd used his body; much less gentle with him than any other whore he had taken.
Thorfinn could remember a time before they started this little game. At seventeen, he had begun questioning his intentions towards the older man. If he hadn't killed him just yet, then just what was his goal? Having braced himself for an altercation, he walked to Askeladd's hut and snuck inside. In the room, Askeladd had been bent over a slim supple whore with large breasts. The sheets were pooled around his hips and he thrust softly into her, whispering endearments. The girl, having been too caught up in the pleasure he gave her, did not notice Thorfinn's arrival. Yet, Askeladd had. He mouthed at her skin while making eye contact with the teen, biting into the tender flesh of her neck as Thorfinn watched in horror. He was soft with her, the deadly look in his eye a contrast to his coupling. Thorfinn had left, blushing, ashamed, and painfully aroused. A few months later, Askeladd had confronted him and the rest had been history.
Askeladd had released his hair, letting his head fall to the side. Sharp moans were beginning to be pushed out of his body as Askeladd continued to fuck him senseless. He felt close to the edge, his abdomen tightening and muscles contracting.
“A-Askeladd,” he whined, hands fisting the sheets as he closed his eyes hard in concentration.
Askeladd smirked, slowing his speed entirely to a leisurely thrust.
“Oh,” he said,”to be young.”
He pulled out of Thorfinn, his hole making a wet noise as it was exposed to the winter air. Thorfinn breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath before being grabbed by the leg and arm to be flipped over. He lay flat on his back, hands by his head and eyes wet with tears. Such a contrast from the young man that challenged him a week ago to a duel. Askeladd softly smiled, a rare occasion even in private. He spread Thorfinn's legs, pressing his calves against his thighs then the whole leg against his chest. Thorfinn was bent in half as Askeladd sunk back inside the warm wet heat of his body. Thorfinn moaned, bringing his hands up to grab at Askeladd's shoulders. He pressed his nails into the older man's shoulders, drawing out a soft grunt from the man inside of him.
Askeladd closed the distance between their faces, softly capturing Thorfinn's lips as his hips harshly pushed in an out. The roughness of Askeladd's goatee brushed against Thorfinn's soft skin. Askeladd bit at his bottom lip before running his tongue across. He opened his mouth against Thorfinn's, hoping the boy would get the message. Thorfinn kissed him back softly, not yet parting his lips, playing hard to get. After a moment of tenderly kissing, Askeladd grew impatient and pressed his lips harder against Thorfinn's. He licked at the kid's lips before forcing his tongue inside. Thorfinn complied, letting him inside of his mouth. He swirled their tongues together as his hips pound into Thorfinn's ass. He continued to kiss the young man, eyes open and watching as the boy below him closed his eyes and moaned into him.
Askeladd allowed himself a reprieve, slowing his hips to a gentle roll and letting go of Thorfinn's calves. He caged his arms around the boy's head in a semi plank position. They continued to kiss softly as Askeladd softly pressed in and out of him. The stretch was nice, and Thorfinn thoroughly enjoyed the attention. An 'I love you' was implied, but never to be spoken.
Askeladd pulled back softly, looking into Thorfinn's young face. At times like these, when Thorfinn was so open and honest he looked his age, a young man just barely out of his teens.
“What a good boy I have,” Askeladd whispered between them before capturing Thorfinn's lips again.
Thorfinn whined into the kiss, his hole clenching around Askeladd's cock. It wasn't often that Askeladd would praise him, and when he did it went straight to Thorfinn's cock each time. He moaned louder at the thought and spread his legs wider. His arms hooked around Askeladd's shoulders. He felt bliss, euphoria as his prostate was gently massaged by Askeladd's blunt cock head.
“Boss,” came a gruff voice from the door of the bedroom: Bjorn.
Thorfinn distantly heard it, still too high off of the pleasure in his ass and the loving praise Askeladd had given him. He registered the presence when Askeladd pulled away from him and into the fire light, the curtain of the bed no longer obscuring his face. While somewhat startled, Thorfinn wasn't worried. He knew the curtain blocked him from the door, Bjorn wouldn't know that it was him.
Askeladd looked intently at the intruder, his hips stopping and stilling. Thorfinn reached for him, his hand coming to grab Askeladd's forearm.
“Ah, Bjorn,” he said lazily and with an edge to it.
Bjorn only stood at the door, comprehending Askeladd had a night visitor but deeming his intrusion pertinent.
“To what do I owe the honor,” he said, looking back at Thorfinn.
His eyes searched Thorfinn's needy expression, softening slightly while taking in his lover's state. Thorfinn's other hand reached up to him, wanting to caress his tired face. Instead, Askeladd took the boy's wrist and held it for a moment. He then led Thorfinn's hand towards his groin.
“Touch,” he commanded.
Thorfinn complied, grasping his length and began to pump. Bjorn's eyes widened. He hadn't realized Askeladd's partner was a male.
“The men,” he started, throat going dry,”the men have started to fight.”
Askeladd sighed, looking bored and angry. He turned his look back to Thorfinn who continued to pleasure himself and hold on to Askeladd's forearm. Fire reignited in his eyes as he brought a hand up to trace Thorfinn's lips. Subconsciously, the young man kissed his thumb and then parted his lips. A devout sign of submission that had Askeladd's stomach tightening. Damn Bjorn for interrupting them.
“Well,” he said as he began to thrust into Thorfinn again. Thorfinn let out a surprised squeak and began to choke off his sounds. It wasn't a very good attempt for Bjorn could still hear his enthusiastic moans,”handle it. I'm sure you know what to do.”
Bjorn's throat itched as Askeladd turned back to look at him. The glare was haute in his gaze and the aura of an alpha claiming its prize stifled the room.
“Askeladd, five are already dead,” Bjorn continued.
Askeladd rolled his eyes and turned back to Thorfinn. He looked at him for a moment more before pulling Thorfinn's right leg into his hands, casting it up against his chest and then pulling Thorfinn bodily down the bed. Thorfinn tried to scramble back, surprised and mortified Askeladd would expose them. Yet, the old geezer had thought of everything. The curtain of the bed covered just his face, enough to keep some semblance of anonymity. Askeladd turned Thorfinn on his side, his chest arching towards the other viking. Askeladd now stood on the floor, one leg hiked up onto the mattress and the other still planted firmly. It was now clear in this position, to Bjorn, that Askeladd had no intentions of stopping. He started to piston in and out of Thorfinn, the boy was unable to keep his cries hidden any longer and began to shout at the intrusion. His hand began to resume its occupation while his nipples stood at attention. Bjorn watched as his body moved back and forth, the light glaring off those barbells. Whoever that is, he thought, must be a favorite.
“Shameless,” Askeladd hissed, no longer looking at Bjorn but rather his conquest.
Thorfinn looked back at him, mewling with need and his hand speeding up. A silent beg to cum.
Bjorn shifted on his feet, tempted to see if he could glance a look at just who made Askeladd come undone and become so affectionate. Yet, at Askeladd's glare he stopped himself.
“Is that all?” Askeladd asked with feign inquiry.
Bjorn opened his mouth to say something more, but it was cut off by a loud cry from the mystery gentleman. Bjorn's attention, as well as Askeladd's, snapped back to the Thorfinn. His cock had began to quake with an orgasm, wetting his hand as well as his navel. The tight muscle of his abdomen coiled, and Askeladd shivered as his hole tightened. He too was close behind.
With one last hoorah, Askeladd stared stonily at Bjorn who then felt the order to leave. He side shuffled out of the room and down the hall. As he left, Askeladd turned his lover back onto his back and climbed back up into the bed. He caged Thorfinn with his body yet again and began to thrust violently. Thorfinn's ass squelched and he mewled at the over stimulation. He cried, his hands gripping Askeladd's biceps.
“Shameless brat, couldn't even hold out until he was gone,” Askeladd admonished.
Bjorn's ears pricked at the sentence, finally putting two and two together on just who Askeladd had bedded. He left quickly, not wanting either party to know he had figured it out. He closed the hut door and wandered back to the company, breaking up their fight and making sure no one else would stray too close to the cabin.
Thorfinn looked at him with wide wet eyes,”Askeladd,” he moaned.
Askeladd smirked,”I know, I know boy.”
He kissed Thorfinn, swallowing the endearment that threatened to slip from Thorfinn's lips. Instead, he concentrated on the wet heat enveloping his cock. Its smooth silk insides gripped at him tightly as the heat in his belly began to collect. He tightly shut his eyes, pulling away from Thorfinn's lips and resting his head against the boy's shoulder. He concentrated hard, feeling his balls draw up as the needy wet hole beneath him grabbed insistently at his cock; the young boy he was plowing cried out his name with such passion it spurred him on. His affection overcame him and he bit into the boy's neck to keep from saying those words out loud as he came deep within Thorfinn. His hips planted inside and Thorfinn could feel as Askeladd's cock jerked inside of him and his semen poured deep into his rectum. He held Askeladd close to his chest, kissing softly at Askeladd's cheek as the older man gave half hearted thrusts until he went limp against the boy's body.
A soft moment passed and Askeladd kissed the young boy once more. It turned soft and passionate, Thorfinn welcoming it with open arms and an open heart. Askeladd pulled away, their noses touching and softly smiled with adoration,”My good boy.”