Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica)

Read Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica) Storyline:

Eadwulf is given to Vikings as a tribute to stop them from plundering. Bjarni, the Viking who takes him as his thrall, plans on using Eadwulf for pleasure.
While initially reluctant to submit to his new Viking master, Eadwulf quickly learns about the forbidden pleasures and has to struggle to resist the stronger man. But does he really want to?

This 13000 word story contains a strong and dominant Viking, a reluctant and feisty virgin Saxon slave, a seductive bath in a lake, rough oral sex, a facial and rough anal sex.

Excerpt for ADULT readers:
Bjarni pulled Eadwulf closer, forcing him to stand with his back to Bjarni’s chest, one big arm holding him there. “Let’s get you clean, thrall,” the Viking murmured into Eadwulf’s ear.

The resulting shiver had nothing to do with the cold. He could feel Bjarni’s soft cock against his lower back, the strong muscles of the Viking’s arm easily keeping him trapped. But escape was the last thing on Eadwulf’s mind, as he felt surprisingly safe, and also warm being held this close. His own arms hung useless by his side. “Yes, master,” he whispered, a small part of him wanting nothing more than to lean against Bjarni, but he made himself stand up straight. This was about getting clean.

The hand of Bjarni’s free arm ran across Eadwulf side, slow and gentle, rubbing against his stomach and pressing down firmly. Eadwulf gasped at the touch, forcing him closer to Bjarni. The Viking’s exploration of Eadwulf’s slender body continued, across his chest and hardened nipples, and Eadwulf bit his lip to keep quiet. He didn’t want to sigh or moan in pleasure at the tender touches, and he tried to keep still. “You’re so smooth,” Bjarni said quietly into his ear, his fingers circling around Eadwulf’s left nipple.

He was glad that Bjarni didn’t seem to care about his lack of hair, that the Viking appeared to like it, even. “It’s warmer where we live,” he replied.

The Viking laughed, and Eadwulf felt it against his back, a huff of warm breath across his cold shoulder. “It can be warm here too, my little wolf, especially at night.”