Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica)

by Calandra Hunter

  “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?”

  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 st
ill 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.”

  Eadwulf glanced up, his blue eyes meeting Bjarni’s grey ones. “I can’t, I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he managed. It hurt too much. He tried to move further up, but Bjarni stopped him again.

  “You can do it, thrall,” Bjarni insisted, stroking Eadwulf’s cock. “Listen to your master, I know you can do it.”

  Somehow, Bjarni’s words gave him courage to try again. “Yes, master,” he whispered, and started to move back down. Perhaps the brief respite had eased the pain, giving his hole time to get used to being stretched, but Eadwulf felt it was because of Bjarni’s words. The pain was subsiding, and it was easier to move down. He gasped as Bjarni’s cock slid in deeper than before. His thighs were trembling, but Eadwulf took a deep breath and as he breathed out, he pushed his hips down further. “Yes, master,” he whispered again.

  “Good thrall,” Bjarni told him. “Accept it. Accept my cock.”

  “Yes, master,” he murmured. It became a mantra, something to focus on as he let Bjarni’s cock fill him. He didn’t know how long it took him, but eventually he felt Bjarni’s thighs against his skin and knew he was filled completely. “Master,” he whispered, blinking in surprise that he had managed it. He felt a proud smile appear on his face, and Bjarni smiled back.

  “I knew you could do it,” the Viking told him, then released his cock. “Now move, thrall. Fuck yourself on my cock. Ride your master.”

  He almost laughed at needing to be reminded. Fortunately, from this moment things would be easier and hopefully more pleasurable. He braced himself, his hands still on Bjarni’s shoulders, then he moved up slowly, gasping at the feeling of Bjarni’s cock sliding out of him. He only moved up a few inches before moving back down. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t the overwhelming pleasure from Bjarni’s fingers either. As he carefully moved up and down a few more times, he
rolled his hips to change the angle, to see what would bring him that pleasure again.

  He leaned closer to Bjarni, who rested his hands on Eadwulf’s hips, and moved even further up. It was almost easy now to slide back down, and as he did, he felt Bjarni’s thick cock brush against that spot. Eadwulf paused, and squirmed in Bjarni’s lap. That was it, that was the right position, he was sure of it.

  He grinned, which caused Bjarni to frown. “Don’t worry, master,” he said, and moved up slowly only to rapidly force himself down on Bjarni’s cock again, moaning as the Viking’s cock rubbed against that amazing spot inside of him. It felt so good, and Eadwulf moved his hips faster and faster, needing to feel that pleasure take over his body.

  Bjarni was groaning as well, deep grunts every time his cock filled Eadwulf to the hilt. “Yes, thrall,” he gasped. “Faster, take my cock.”

  Eadwulf threw his head back to let out a loud moan. He was riding Bjarni’s cock in earnest now, slamming his hips down and forcing the big cock deep inside him. “Master,” he panted. “It feels so good, so very good.” He had no words to describe how incredible it felt to fuck himself on the Viking’s thick cock.

  Underneath him, Bjarni was moving his hips as well, thrusting his cock inside of Eadwulf whenever Eadwulf pushed down, making Eadwulf whimper. It was nearly too much pleasure at once, but he also never wanted this to end. But with Bjarni’s cock inside of him and his own cock constantly brushing against the skin and hair of Bjarni’s stomach, Eadwulf knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was going to come soon, and he wanted his Viking to come as well.

  “Please,” he gasped, looking straight into Bjarni’s eyes. “I’m so close, master, I’m going to come soon.”

  Bjarni nodded, his dark eyes locked with Eadwulf’s. “Then show me. Show me how much you enjoy riding my cock and fucking yourself on it, thrall.”

  Bjarni’s words made him shudder, and Eadwulf nodded. How could he disobey that command? “Yes, master, yes,” he moaned, moving faster and faster on the Viking’s cock. He could feel his climax building rapidly, and he cried out when the pleasure took over his body, more than he had ever felt before.