Olivier slowly opened his eyes only to see Bjorn, He was a handsome young teenage Viking with his hairs recently cut short and a small moustache was growing but he was very muscular for his age almost the age of Olivier. He picked up small Olivier.
“You’re mine now.” Bjorn said as he took Olivier completely nude across the streets of Danelaw people were laughing at the nude prince but his hands were tied, he could still feel Ragnar’s dick deep inside him, he had always imagined how it would feel but he wanted it to happen with the person he loved the most, not some mad king, he was angry at Ragnar for taking away something he priced intensely and now his son was taking him to his own world of fantasy. Bjorn took Olivier to a small wooden hut on top of the hill it had just enough space. He untied Olivier and tied him to the chain hanging from the ceiling.
“You will only talk like my servant and you will please me, if you say anything else, I will cut your fingers.”
Bjorn was way more muscular then Olivier it was visible as he removed his cloak.
“My slave.” He said holding Olivier’s face, he spit on him, his hands hanging from the ceiling.
“Thank you, sir.” Olivier was enraged but fear had made him to shut up. Bjorn slapped Olivier; his face turned red. Bjorn’s dick was larger than his father’s he pushed it on Olivier and deep kissed Olivier as he held his hairs, he slowly licked his neck and bit hard. Olivier gave out a cry.
“You are mine now, he whispered, How’s my dick.”
“I would know if it were in my ass.
Bjorn took a whip among the placed instruments, Olivier didn’t realise what was coming,
“Ahh….ahhh.” The sexiest of voices in all of Frances.
“I want to hear that again.” He spanked harder sending a current in Olivier’s spine. He was crying, but was he enjoying it? His ass flinched he could feel Bjorn’s tongue. Bjorn spanked the red hot ass with his hands as his tongue ate it. He rubbed his hands upon the hole and harshly massaged it before putting in his finger. It was at this movement Olivier realised he wanted something in.
“Fuck me, master, I’m all yours.” Bjorn licked his way to the dick and the balls, which were now completely erect. He stroked it and massaged it until Olivier’s young kids were dripping it was a huge load of at least three weeks, Olivier kept moaning. Bjorn dropped the huge load on his own dick and massaged while biting the nipple of his slave while crushing his bum.
Bjorn massaged his dick some more before inserting it in Olivier who was pleading for it. He put his hand in Oliver’s outh and dragged him while forcing himself into his slave, Olivier gave out lout moans, no one would hear them in the mountains. Bjorn thrust his slave back and forth while Olivier begged, the more he begged the harder it got. He took rest and spanked Olivier.
“Who am I.”
“My master.”
“Pray for my dick.”
“I’m all yours, sir, please don’t stop keep thrusting until moonrise.”
Adrenaline rushed through Bjorn he kept striking into Olivier, it was deep inside him, he pushed him and held his shoulders and pushed, the way Olivier’s red ass bounced made him faster. Olivier could feel his guts being rearranged he could feel his throbbing as it allowed more of Bjorn to fit in. Bjorn held him by his neck and pulled him and bit his shoulders while bashing him from the back. He just couldn’t stop he would soon cum inside his slave. He felt his pleasure leaving him and entering Olivier as his continued biting into his shoulders until it was bleeding. Olivier’s cry got mixed with Bjorn’s moan as he kept thrusting his juice dripped through his ass all over Olivier’s leg. The last time he had nut was on the last blue moon.
Ragnar rode his horse up the hill to meet the French king they had agreed to pay the price to free Olivier and to free France of blood hungry Vikings.
“Is all the gold and silver there.” Ragnar shouted through his horse as his men collected the horse cart containing it.
“Did you bury your boys head too?” Bjorn teased.
“My son, Olivier, don’t do anything to him.” The king shouted.
“Don’t worry he won’t get pregnant.” Bjorn insulted the king.
“He will rip your dick off.” King replied to protect his son’s pride.
“Oh, yes he did. He’s better then my wife.” Ragnar replied.
The King was aware of his son’s homosexual nature, but now he hated his son more thinking about the fact that his son might have actually liked it. His subjects around him were absolutely disgusted at even giving it a thought, News would spread all across France what the Vikings were doing to their handsome prince and the prince's fame would touch the ground.
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