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Even when snow covered the crops, the nights on Ketil's farm were rarely cold. As soon as the sun set and Thorfinn laid his weary body on the makeshift bed of hay, the laughter of the guests in the distance let him know that he would have company until dawn.
But he never sought to escape or hide, because he told himself that it was part of his punishment for the countless lives he had taken. Since Askeladd's death he felt like an empty shell; and the pain of being fucked reminded him he was still alive.
Well, sex was not something unknown to him. Askeladd's subordinates never bothered to hide their depravities from his eyes when he was still a little boy, and on more than one occasion they invited him to take part in the rapes to become "a real man." He had never been interested in that, but now he knew how all those women felt, taken by force by the barbarians, whose screams of horror and pain he simply ignored. He told himself it wasn't his problem. That the strong kills the weak.
The farm workers were not particularly violent, as they never had the need to be. Thorfinn was obedient and docile. They merely pushed his face into the ground, stressing that he should feel lucky to be used by free men.
He couldn't stop his body from reacting to the situation. Thorfinn's small erection dripped a thin trickle of precum, as one of Ketil's many men penetrated him, dragging his veiny dick along the sensitive walls of his rectum.
"Ngh..." Thorfinn never screamed. Instead, he bit his forearm in order to silence his ragged gasps.
The man came inside him, and his warm semen served as lubricant as another man took his place. This one had a bigger, thicker cock, and his rough, calloused hands gripped Thorfinn's hips tightly.
...when they left, leaving him alone and exhausted, things weren't exactly better. He surrendered to physical and mental exhaustion, but the nightmares did not allow him to rest. In all of them he was in a dark place that he could only describe as hell, and always the man he hated for so many years. Proud, sitting on a Roman pillar; so high that he would probably never be able to reach it. Askeladd didn't even bother to glance at him. He just drank, strangely calm, as if he enjoyed watching bloody corpses fight until they fell apart. It was a recurring scenario, and that night, for the first time in a long time, he said his name again.
"...Askeladd."
The older man turned his head toward him, smiling. He didn't need words to know that he was mocking him, and how far he had fallen. Thorfinn doesn't know what happened after that. He doesn't usually remember details about his nightmares, and this one was especially blurry.
( ... )
With Einar's arrival at the farm and the incident with the guests, a lot of things happened.
He would never have thought that the incident with the guests would have a domino effect leading to his first satisfying sexual experience.
When Snake tried to hit him, Thorfinn swore that, for a second, he saw Askeladd's reflection in his eyes. For the first time since he died in his arms, even if it was an illusion, Askeladd was within reach of him again.
"Do you see it? You still have the will to live." Snake laughed, and those words stuck in Thorfinn's mind.
"..." The pain from his multiple wounds was burning, and they excited him in a way he couldn't understand.
The days passed and the cuts began to heal, but the desire he felt did not disappear. It got worse.
Helping the old master with his chores meant spending more time with Snake, who was always in Sverkel's cabin. Of course, this man realized that Thorfinn had some interest in him, and he didn't miss the opportunity to sneakily flirt.
Near nightfall, when they had finished all their duties and were ready to return to the barn, Snake called Thorfinn.
"Einar, you can go. I have something to talk to Thorfinn about."
Both young men looked at Snake.
"What happen?" Einar asked, curious.
"Go away." Snake persisted, and Einar walked off.
"Is there a problem?" Thorfinn asked. Suddenly, he felt like prey.
"No." Snake clarified. "I've noticed that you're always listening to me read the Bible for the old geezer."
"Ah, that-" Thorfinn became a little nervous. He had always been told about the war-loving Norse gods, and the stories of the Christian God who spoke of peace and compassion were new to him. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize." Snake made a gesture with his hand, indicating that I should accompany him into the cabin. There was a candle in the center of the table, and next to it, the Bible. "The old geezer is sleeping."
Closing the door, Thorfinn cocked his head, not fully understanding Snake's intentions. He was beginning to lose patience. Anyway, doing this was no big deal. If things did not go according to his intentions, he could still excuse himself because he wanted to make up for the bad time his men gave Thorfinn.
"Damn, just sit down."
«You have heard that it was said: love your neighbor and hate your enemy.
But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven.
He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous...»
Thorfinn listened to every word carefully, as if he were in a trance. He snapped back to reality as Snake closed the book, yawning. He didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but the candle had burned down to just under half.
"Well, that was damn boring. I don't understand why you and the old man like it."
"It's interesting..." Thorfinn felt better after the story. If his father's words agreed with the words written in the Bible, it couldn't be wrong. "I... should go back to the barn."
Thorfinn stood up from the chair, and suddenly, he felt Snake's hand grab his shoulder, it wasn't in an aggressive way, he wasn't attacking him. He just wanted to keep him.
"You should stay."
The dark-haired man approached him, running his fingers along the slave's cheek.
"Snake-"
He did not know what to do. He had been through countless painful experiences, and being touched gently was not something he had assimilated. He told himself that he didn't even deserve to be treated with the slightest care.
In the blink of an eye, Snake stole his first kiss. The former mercenary's lips took control over his. It was pleasant and warm. He let his instincts kick in, and parted his lips a little, allowing Snake to slip his tongue into his mouth. Thorfinn's tongue timidly touched the other's. He felt short of breath, but he didn't want to stop. He groaned when the kiss ended, and his cheeks were completely red. Snake, who was known for sneaking into young ladies' houses, was familiar with one-night stands. His interest in men was just a rumor... until now.
"Old master might wake up..." he said, before being kissed on the neck. The barely-grown beard tickled his sensitive skin, and he couldn't help but wonder if a goatee would feel that good too.
"Old geezer is almost deaf." He murmured, alternating between kisses, sucks and bites. "I can see how much you like it, Thorfinn."
Thorfinn opened his eyes as Snake's hand palmed the small bulge of his cock through his pants. He had been raped many times, but none of those men were interested in his penis.
"Why are you so nervous?" he asked with a smirk. "Gossip flies, you know. You've done this before."
Snake's hand slipped under the fabric of his pants, and he carefully jerked him off.
Another new sensation for him. He had masturbated a couple of times while he was part of Askeladd's crew, but he never ejaculated. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the sensation, that baldy bastard would appear in his thoughts, and he would feel too angry to continue.
"You're a delicate little thing, huh?" he scoffed, stopping from touching Thorfinn to unbuckle his belt. His cock was hard too, and he hadn't gotten laid in more than a week.
"I-I'm not..."
At that, Thorfinn finished assimilating the situation. He was going to fuck him, but this time the desire was mutual. He was still worried that Sverkel would wake up and find them in such an unseemly situation, but he would do his best to keep quiet.
He pulled down his pants, enough to leave his buttocks exposed, and leaned over the table surface. That pleased Snake.
He expected to feel his cock sticking into his ass, but that wasn't the case.
"Ah!" Thorfinn let out a little cry, as a cold, slippery liquid fell onto his anus, slowly sliding down his taint and balls. He looked back over his shoulder, noticing Snake holding a small but elongated vessel.
"Olive oil...?"
"That's right." He also poured the oily liquid over his cock, jerking it a few times. It was a bit gross, but Snake had no intention of leaving Thorfinn in excruciating pain in his ass. "We're going to put it to good use."
As a final preamble, the dark haired man pushed two fingers into the ring of muscle, making sure that the inner walls were impregnated with lubrication. Those fingers were rough and calloused, but they belonged to an experienced man.
"I-It... strange." He shuddered in response. He liked it, but he needed more. Snake knew how to understand what Thorfinn couldn't say in words.
"Oh, isn't that enough?" he laughed. "It seems you need something else."
He pressed the tip of his cock against the young man's ass, and pushed slowly. Thorfinn moaned softly, and Snake nipped the severed earlobe.
"Ah, shit... you feel so good."
His thrusts were slow but precise, and he soon set a pleasant rhythm for both of them. Over and over, Snake's cock slid in and out of him, hitting his prostate in the process.
"Aah... please..."
"You're being too loud... hah! is my cock that good? Don't be shy, Thorfinn. Fuck, tell me..."
Snake's heavy balls made a really vulgar sound every time they slammed into the slave's ass.
At the other's pleas, Snake grabbed Thorfinn's hard cock, rubbing the dripping slit of the glans with his thumb. The combination of pleasures brought Thorfinn to orgasm in no time, and his sphincter muscles tightened on the other man's cock.
"Ah... Askeladd... yes..."
Thorfinn was too lost in his enjoyment, and Snake was too horny to give a shit if he said anyone else's name right now. When the adrenaline rush subsided, his pride would hurt.
He waited a few seconds after cumming, and when he pulled out his cock, the blonde's hole was dripping with oil and cum.
"... Are you okay, Thorfinn?" Snake asked, but noticed that the boy fell asleep almost instantly. "Shit." He made a disgusted face. He straightened his clothes before picking up Thorfinn like a princess, carrying him to the bed he himself used to use.
Thorfinn slept deeply for the first time in years.
When he wakes up, with the sunlight streaming through the window, he thinks about the name he called when he reached climax.
Askeladd left more than just countless scars on him. A mark etched into his being that he could not erase or blur; just hold on to it.