Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica)

by Calandra Hunter

  But no, he wanted Eadwulf to ask for it, to beg for Bjarni’s cock. Only then would Bjarni be sure that Eadwulf was his loyal thrall, his for the fucking. And that meant taking his time and giving Eadwulf some space to think about what had happened at the lake. Eadwulf had had his chores, and several times Bjarni had checked on him, and always made sure to have his hand lingering on Eadwulf’s back or arm.

  The result had been that Eadwulf had appeared very absentminded and quiet as he ate, and eventually Bjarni had ordered him to get some sleep. Eadwulf had trudged off to his bed gratefully, but if he thought he would be left alone now, the Saxon was wrong.

  Dagmaer shook her head when Bjarni said he would fuck Eadwulf before joining her in bed. “It’s too soon, he won’t accept you,” she told him.

  She hadn’t seen him at the lake. “He wants it,” Bjarni replied, smirking.

  “Maybe, but does he know that?” she asked. “He seemed very confused today, thanks to you. I don’t think he has admitted to himself that he wants it.”

  His wife was annoyingly observant sometimes. “Well, then I should probably help him admit it.”

  She laughed at that, and he stood up. “Good luck, husband.”

  He pulled his tunic over his head, and threw it at her. “I won’t need luck.”

  Her quiet laughter still rung in his head as he strode into Eadwulf’s tiny room. It wasn’t as warm as the rest of the house, nor was the bed as big and comfortable as the one Bjarni shared with his wife, but it would do for a thrall. The Saxon was huddled under the furs, his back to Bjarni.

  “I hope you’re not asleep, thrall,” he said, smirking as Eadwulf immediately turned around, wide-eyed and surprised. He watched Eadwulf look at him, those bright blue eyes lingering on his chest. Yes, tonight would be a good night. He took a few more steps forward, and kicked his boots off before undoing his belt. Eadwulf gulped at that, but didn’t move closer to the wall. His eyes were anxious, and he shifted in the bed restlessly.

  Bjarni took that as a good sign as he pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them, standing at the edge of Eadwulf’s small bed completely naked. As he expected, Eadwulf’s gaze was drawn to his cock. The younger man was fascinated by it, and Bjarni smiled as Eadwulf licked his lips subconsciously. He had plans for those full lips and that tongue.

  He grabbed the pelts Eadwulf wasn’t clutching, and pulled them up to get under them. Eadwulf was lying back, pressing himself against the mattress as Bjarni crouched over him, knees on either side of Eadwulf’s slim hips. He placed his hands above Eadwulf’s shoulders, and frowned at the Saxon’s attire, a long tunic that fell to his thighs. “That will have to go,” he grumbled. He grabbed the hem and pulled it up.

  “Wait, what are you going to do?” Eadwulf asked, pushing at Bjarni’s stronger arms. “To me?”

  Bjarni smirked down as he pulled the tunic further up Eadwulf’s body, revealing his soft cock and the golden curls of his groin. “Whatever I want, thrall,” he replied. He let the tunic fall on Eadwulf’s stomach, then started to stroke Eadwulf’s side, rubbing in circles. The younger man had such smooth, soft skin that Bjarni wanted to explore for hours. He enjoyed making Eadwulf gasp and squirm with his touches, liked the way Eadwulf bit his lip in an attempt to remain quiet.

  When Bjarni’s hand slid down to take a hold of Eadwulf’s cock, Eadwulf groaned, throwing his head back. Bjarni could feel the smaller man underneath him arch into his hand. He moved his fist slowly but firmly as he had done earlier in the lake. Once again, Eadwulf’s hips moved of their own accord, bucking into Bjarni’s fist. The little noises escaping Eadwulf’s lips made Bjarni’s cock harder. When his eyes fluttered shut, Bjarni smiled. Not long now, surely.

  He worked Eadwulf to full hardness. His cock was not as big or thick as Bjarni’s, but it suited Eadwulf’s smaller body perfectly. Once he was sure that Eadwulf was only thinking about pleasure, he released Eadwulf’s cock. The disappointed groan from Eadwulf’s mouth made the Viking smile. There was no doubt in Eadwulf’s eyes when he glared at Bjarni, only lust.

  When he grabbed Eadwulf’s tunic again, the younger man was eager to help take it off, and soon the two men were naked. Eadwulf was panting, looking up at Bjarni expectantly, his eyes occasionally flickering down Bjarni’s body to his half-hard cock. That was when a small frown appeared on Eadwulf’s forehead, one of worry.

  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 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.”