Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica) by Calandra Hunter

Tribute for the Viking
    by
Calandra Hunter
    Copyright 2013 Calandra Hunter
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    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.”
    ~*~
    Eadwulf stood nervously in the hall of the
local ealdorman. Along with nine other youths from the local villages, they
were chosen to be offered as tribute to the Vikings, who returned to their
shores every few years. They wanted gold and other riches, and they didn’t care
whether the locals gave them willingly or not.
    The King had ordered his ealdormen to
appease the Vikings with gifts of anything valuable. Gold, silver, jewellery, it
didn’t matter. Even food would do, so long as villages weren’t burned down or
people killed.
    Unfortunately, the recent harvests
hadn’t been good, and now the ealdorman, a cowardly man named Harold, had
decided to offer up some slaves for the Vikings. He had demanded each of the
local villages would send one man or woman of age to be sent away with the
barbarians.
    Eadwulf and the other unmarried young
men and women of his village had drawn straws. Fate had chosen Aelfred,
Eadwulf’s older brother. Eadwulf hadn’t hesitated to volunteer himself. Aelfred
was going to marry soon and take care of their parents’ farm. Aelfred was tall
and strong, and far better with the farm than Eadwulf was, who was wiry and
skinny. Aelfred was needed far more than Eadwulf.
    Standing in the line-up now, waiting for
the arrival of the Vikings, he was starting to regret his rash decision. It
wasn’t his first, and Eadwulf suspected it wouldn’t be his last. He hoped that
whatever Viking master he ended up serving wouldn’t be too strict with him.
    At last the arrival of the Vikings was
announced, and a guard ordered them all to stand straight. Eadwulf was slightly
dismayed to find that the girl next to him was taller than he was. He sighed.
His future Viking master was not going to be happy with him.
    He put his best brave face on when the
band of barbarians came in, clad in thick brown leather. None of them carried
weapons, at least not visible ones. Eadwulf suspected they had plenty of hidden
knives and weapons underneath those layers of clothes. The six Vikings were all
over six feet tall, and Eadwulf