Episode 4

C1E4 The Viking way

Olivier slowly raised his head. He was in a small Viking tent his hands and legs were chained he was completely nude with a blanket on him and his mouth was stuffed with cloth. It was cold and dark inside. There was nothing inside the tent except him, Even the French prince that he was had left him. He suddenly remembered the flying head of his brother that had fallen on the battle field.  Tears flowed warmth decreased, The French flag was falling, and the French prince was failing the country, He felt like he had to burn down the Vikings, He buried the rage as his thirst grew, thirst for Viking blood.

Ragnar entered the slightly large tent. He came towards Olivier.

“Look at your beauty.”  Ragnar said as he removed the blanket. Olivier nudged, Ragnar had long blonde hairs he was a tall heavily built man with long hairs and a slight beard. He slowly removed his cloak. Olivier watched. He had a muscular chest and huge muscles. Ragnar touched the nipples of Olivier and pressed it and squeezed it Olivier gave out a cry. He slowly moved his hands on the prince’s body.

“You are more beautiful than my wife.” Ragnar said and removed the cloth of Olivier’s mouth.

“You bastard, give me a sword and fight me.” Olivier said.

“If you speak another word I’ll kill you, what makes you think you can talk, you are a slave.” Ragnar said. Olivier didn’t have a choice, he was in a Viking settlement. Ragnar slowly removed the handcuffs from his body.

“Let’s go on a walk, my people haven’t seen the handsome prince.” Ragnar held Olivier by the neck and dragged him outside of the tent.

“You will not speak a word and you will do as I say.” Ragnar whispered in his ears. The Vikings were barbarians but they were disciplined, their king was not. The Vikings built houses and temporary settlements in lands they conquered from where they would war, there were rules in the Viking camp. Prisoners of war automatically became slaves and were treated in the worst way possible but Olivier was no prisoner of war, the king had agreed to give them gold in exchange of peace and that meant Olivier had to be respected or just kept in prison and definitely not humiliated.

The Viking huts were half submerged in the ground.

“Look at my sweet slave.” He dragged and pushed the boy.

“Get on your knees and bark like a dog.” He whispered in Olivier’s ear. Olivier got on his knee and barked.

“Who are you boy,”

“Prince Olivier.”

“No, no.”

“I’m a dog your slave.” The Viking gathered around the handsome nude prince, people laughed.

“Curve your ass and beg me to fuck you while licking my boots.” Ragnar got down and whispered.

“And what do you want me to do, dog.”

“Sir, please fuck me.” Olivier was crying.

“If you don’t say it like you want it, I will cut your leg.”  Ragnar whispered.

“Put your great dick in my ass sir, and fuck the hell out of me.” People started laughing.

“See, he hasn’t stayed away from my dick, from the time he came here, he wants it so bad.” Ragnar pulled up Olivier and held him by the neck. Olivier’s dick for some reason was rock hard it was 10 inches long.

“See that, this is my boy.” Ragnar declared. Lagertha, Ragnar’s wife came out of nowhere. Women in Viking society were given equal position, they fought shoulder to shoulder with men in war.

“Ragnar what are you doing.”

“I was showing them my puppy.”

“Show’s over, everyone get back, Sorry prince.” She said as she covered him with a shawl.

“You don’t like his dick.” Ragnar said.

“You will have your hands off the boy, he’s just a boy, a prince.” She said as she dragged Olivier with two other men into the prison hut. His hands and legs were tied.

“Do you like men or women, your dick wouldn’t get that hard.” Lagertha said.

“I like men, but definitely not your husband. Isn’t it a sin here?”

“What? Having sex, I don’t think so.”

“No, two men.” Lagertha left without answering the question. Olivier started crying, word would spread all across France on how their prince was being treated.

“I’m Bjorn, Ragnar’s son.” A man his age entered, he was tall and muscular with not so long hairs and very attractive.

“You are a dog right.” Bjorn asked.

“Yes sir.” Olivier said.

“Lick my dick and drink my urine.”

“No, please.” Bjorn didn’t bulge. Olivier slowly held Bjorn’s penis and licked it.