WARNING: torture, abuse and rape ahead. Gets really nasty, reader beware. Dark stuff ahead.
"You were a dragon rider, use your hips," Ryker reprimanded as the youth rocked on him. He sighed. They had been working on this for well over a week. The kid was getting there. He had a talented mouth once he got past his gag reflex and learned to relax his throat enough to swallow cock. It had taken a lot of work but Ryker was sure if Hiccup focused on teasing the head and balls. Now the issue was getting him to find a rhythm that would entice whoever he was serving without them having to take over. "A good whore will get their master off before cumming themselves. Their pleasure should be forefront on your mind."
"I'm not a whore," Hiccup grumbled as he tried doing as he was told. He was no good at this and got little pleasure out of it. "And I sure as hell don't serve any master. OW!"
The thwack to his rear sent him face first into Viggo's groin. Today's lesson was pleasing two men at once and he was failing that. It was hard to focus on bouncing on one cock while trying to suck on another. Viggo had giving him the choice of sucking it on his own or being rammed from both ends. Hiccup knew experience being fucked hard in the ass was painful as hell, especially with little to no preparation. Ryker had made that lesson clear the first time he was raped. And Keldor had made being skull fucked more painful still, so the idea of enduring both at the time was not an appealing one. But it was not an easy task either. Normally Hiccup prided himself in being able to multitasking but he had never attempted anything like this before. He kept getting distracted each time his prostrate hit Ryker's hard length and it caused a ripple of pleasure to jolt through him. He tried to express that pleasure by humming against Viggo's length as his licked and suckled the chieftain's hot meat. Neither one of them thruster into him, he had to do all the work if he want to get them and him off. It didn't make it any better that guards were watching them, making sure Hiccup didn't try any funny business, not that the brothers couldn't handle him if he did. Ryker had a thing for people watching. It appeared to be a turn on of his. Viggo, not so much as was evident by his soft prickly barely twitching in Hiccup's mouth.
They had been going at it for maybe fifteen minutes when Viggo pulled away with a frown, his length slipping from Hiccup's mouth with ease. His face was a mask, void of emotion when he looked down at Hiccup as he fixed his trousers. "Keep practising. You have less than two days to prefect this," he said, obviously not happy.
Hiccup let out a little cry as Ryker pulled him back so he was sitting with the larger man's cock firmly up his ass.
"Keep rocking," Ryker ordered even as Hiccup tried to listen to Viggo.
"Ye…es, sir," Hiccup stuttered as Ryker hit just the right spot. His eyes fluttered shut in sudden bless.
Viggo frowned and grasped Hiccup's chin. "You will be dining with me tonight. In one hour, to discuss what will be expected of you when Keldor returns."
The youth nodded but his attention wasn't on Viggo so much as Ryker. "Yes…" he answered.
Viggo sighed and left the two to finish without him, his mind already on business and the duties he needed to finish. He could enjoy himself with Hiccup at a later time, without an audience.
It was the one big difference between Ryker and Viggo. Ryker could fuck someone anywhere and not care who saw as long as he got what he wanted. He didn't care if he bent Hiccup over a table in the mess all or took him up against a wall with dozens of Hunters watching as long as everyone knew that the boy was his and not one of them could touch what was his without permission. The boy didn't like it as much but really had no say in the matter. Viggo, on the other hand, enjoy privacy or even the hint of danger of being caught. He might share the boy with his brother but he didn't make a production out of it. He did enjoy watching Ryker slam into Hiccup but it lost some of its appeal when Hiccup was riding Ryker. Hiccup was still beautiful to look at but there was something missing that Viggo could not put his finger on.
. . .
"He hates me," Hiccup noted after he and Ryker came. He sat on the floor, his knees tucked under him as he stared at the door Viggo had left through. A strange emptiness filled him that he couldn't quite understand. He had only had sex with Viggo a hand full of times but it seemed the Hunter chief was withdrawn and never stayed long after cumming but this time not even that had happened. Viggo hadn't even let himself get aroused and Hiccup had tried hard. He even swallowed the man's cock and he hated when it hit the back of his throat.
Ryker ruffled his hair. "He just has a lot on his mind," he explained. "With the council declaring your new status and their plans for how you are to compensate for out lost dragons…it puts a lot of pressure on him. Training a thrall is one thing, we could have put you to work in one of the mines or on a ship, but a whore calls for a whole different clientele, especially since you're male and of royal blood."
The boy glared on the ground, his jaw set as he was reminded again of his soon to be new status. He hated this. He hated every bit of it. He having sex with Ryker at least once a day now and while it wasn't all bad – the man could actually be quite gentle when he wanted to – the idea of it not being with someone he loved, like alone liked, made him sick to his stomach. He did it to survive, he reminded himself, not because he liked it or that it felt good every now and then, but because if he didn't something worse would happen and Keldor already made it clear that being a Dragon Whisperer wasn't enough.
"So what do I do," he asked, needing to find a way to get Viggo on his side. "Stroke his ego? Tell him what an amazing Hunter he is for capturing a one legged freak and turning him into a sex slave? Hey!" He grasped the back of his head where Ryker had just smacked him.
"First, can the sarcasm. It's no longer a weapon you can use. If anything it'll get something bigger shoved down your throat," Ryker reprimanded, grabbing Hiccup's arm and dragging him up onto his one foot before swinging him up into his arms.
This was another thing Hiccup hated. He hadn't been able to walk since his capture. No one bothered to replace his prosthetic or even off to replace it, give a crutch or any other way of travelling on his own. He was carried everywhere, either in Ryker's arms or over his shoulder. It was almost as humiliating as being forced to have sex in front of the guards.
"Second, Viggo is a busy man and repairing your mess takes more time for him than it did for you to cause it. He only takes the odd break and rarely sleeps long enough to get any rest and relaxation. You make that easier by giving him a blow job while he works," Ryker continued, not seeming to mind carrying Hiccup's slight weight around.
"It's not going to change anything. He's still going to hand me over to Keldor in two days," Hiccup grumbled. "And then I'm going to…" he didn't even want to think what would happen after that. Ryker had to sedate him the night before when he was plagued by nightmares of strange men raping him all at once. Apparently it was so bad he was screaming in his sleep and scaring the guards watching over his pit prison. He folded his arms across his chest and tried to figure a way around this. He had to escape, but then that would bring the Hunters down on Berk. He couldn't allow that, his father and the riders had almost been killed when they tried to rescue him. Besides, he had no idea where he was or how far underground. He knew there was fresh air coming the square wooden vents that poked out of the ceiling and high up on some walls but they were small and could go on for miles. He couldn't even reach them in his condition. His legs were weak from lack of use. He really was a cripple now. Perhaps if he could just convince Viggo to take another look at a trade agreement with Berk, maybe even the Outcasts and other members of their alliance then they could work around things. He could be the Grimborns consort yet have a bit of freedom back…particularly thew ability to walk instead of being carried around.
"Ah fuck…" Ryker grumbled, coming to a standstill just inside Viggo's chambers. Hiccup turned his head to see what was the problem and instantly felt his heart plummet into his stomach.
Keldor stood in Viggo's chamber, a small smug grin on his face. Viggo stood across from him at his desk, his face still void of emotion. Or so it seemed. His eyes held barely concealed anger.
"Ah, Ryker, just in time," Keldor greeted with some excitement that must have escaped everyone else.
"Keldor," Ryker greeted with a curt nod. "You're not due for two more days."
The elder waved the comment away as if it was no big deal. "As I was telling your brother, the Council has good news. We have found several buyers already. The price isn't as high as we hoped yet, however; they are willing to pay a small amount for a taste of the thrall."
"What?" Hiccup cried but Ryker quickly hushed him.
Keldor glared at him before focusing on the brothers again. "The council agrees that since the thrall was a virgin when he came into your custody and had not formal training, that the auction won't happen until a year from the date of his capture. The buyers will not get to taste him until at least one month prior to auction in order for him to complete his training. In the mean time he will entertain our allies. You have extracted the list of Berk's enemies from him?" He looked at Viggo expectantly.
"No," Viggo answered truthfully. "I…We've been preoccupied with other matters."
Keldor's face darkened in rage. "Such as?"
"My job," Viggo snapped back and for a moment Keldor actually backed down, as if just remembering he was talking to his chief and not another soldier. "I'm still fixing this mess from here and not out with me men, where Ryker and I should be. And until things are straightened out and our men are able to get back on track capturing dragons without fearfully watching their backs, we will remain here, and their safety as well as that of our tribe will be forefront on my mind. Berk is not our problem right now."
The elder stared at him for a long moment before slowly nodding. "I see. You've consumed yourself with work. Have you taken any pleasure from your thrall?"
"Keldor…" Viggo pressed his fingers to his forehead. The dark circles under his eyes seemed even darker. Hiccup had noticed them before but now they seemed even more pronounced. The chief sighed and glanced toward his brother and the boy in his arms. "Somewhere, but it's something I've been worrying over. When things are back in order…"
"Has a room been set up for his costumers?" Keldor pressed, talking over his chief.
Viggo rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Yes, North wing. I'm still deciding on guards. It will be ready on time."
"Good, good. Select two now and let's go. I have a busy day ahead and can only spare a few hours for this."
Much to everyone's surprise, Keldor grabbed Viggo by the arm and pulled him along. Viggo gave Ryker a questioning look, his mind obviously on getting back to work and not whatever crazy plan the old man had. But elders were well respected in their tribe and Keldor was most of all. He was a hero amongst their people. He had brought them back from the brink of collapse by entering into a trade that many thought barbaric. He went into the slave trade, travelling across the known world selling and buying slaves. Some fought in gladiator rings against men and dragons alike. Other were trafficked out for sex. He didn't care who the people were, where they came from or the color of their skin as long as he made a profit and all that gold went into the tribe to buy what was needed to survive. And by doing so he saved the tribe from starving to death when the dragon they normally hunted migrated west and out of their original territory.
Hiccup shifted in Ryker's arms, his eyes wide as he stared up at the Hunter. "What if you bought me?" he asked in a hushed whispered, fear eating at him. He didn't know Keldor but he didn't like the man and he certainly didn't like the way he was clenching at the satchel he was carrying. "I mean…you fuck me enough as is, doesn't that mean I belong to you?"
"No," Ryker said firmly, his face now seeming to have lost any sign of emotion. "If the council wants you trained then so be it. Keldor is the best at breaking in sex slaves. By the time he's done you'll be intensely sensitive and know exactly what to give your partner."
"Okay…swell, but that doesn't change the fact that he plans on me servicing very bloody man in the known freaking world," Hiccup pleaded, desperate with every step closer to the assigned room for his debauchery. "Ryker, please…I…I want to be with you, only you." It was a lie, he wanted freedom but if he couldn't have that then Ryker was maybe the next best thing. It gave the man pause nonetheless.
Ryker stared at him for a long moment before continuing. "I'll be right by your side. You won't be left alone with him."
Okay, not what Hiccup wanted but it was better than being trapped in a room alone with Keldor.
"Ropes," Keldor told one warrior as they neared their destination. "I need lots of rope. I didn't think to pack any."
"Oh great, maybe he can hang me," he muttered.
"Hush," Ryker growled in response. The get was getting more surly by the moment. It was almost time to dump him back in the pit.
The room was nothing fancy. Just a bed large enough for two and a table across from it. It was smaller than Ryker's room but not by much. Ryker immediately deposited Hiccup on the bed before going to talk to Keldor and Viggo. Hiccup couldn't make out what they were saying but used the distraction to look around. If he had to let Keldor fuck him then fine. He could do that. Just let his bottom half go numb and wait it out like he usually did. Giving head would take more work but…
He froze when Keldor dumped the content of his satchel on the table. Most of it made not sense. A lot of it looked like long thin needles used for sewing leather. Others were large, long and bumpy, while more looked to be clamps to hold gluing fabrics together. Maybe Keldor sewed or knitted when he wasn't off terrorizing people. Kind of like Mildew in a surprising way. Now that was a disgusting thought that sent his stomach hurling.
The room itself was bare. Not weapons, nothing that could even serve as a club. He was pretty much still stuck in the same situation as he had been since his capture.
The warrior Keldor had sent for the rope returned after only a few minutes with a large roll. He stayed for a few moments and it was no search of the imagination to know he would be guarding the door. Against what? Hiccup had no clue. OH yeah, he was somehow going to be able to overpower all three men and then hop to freedom before anyone could catch him. Yep, because Hiccup was just that tricky and strong.
"This is ridiculous," he said aloud without thinking. He had become accustomed to talking to himself when aa One which was most of the time. He flopped back on the bed in defeat. "Can you just fuck me already? My pit is calling."
Ryker slapped himself in the face. Viggo looked floored by the sudden unbridled comment and had no response but Keldor, Keldor looked mad. His withered hand rung the rope as he stared at the youth.
"Alright," he said in a low voice, stepping slowly up to the boy. "Let's fuck. Ryker, help him up."
Hiccup didn't immediately look at the Hunters as they approached. His focus turned to the ceiling and the strange series of hooks hanging from the beams. They were too high to be for cooking pots, and there was no hearth to heat the room. His head tilted slightly as he tried to make sense of them. It became startling clear when he was stripped of all his clothing and tied up. Keldor wove the rope around him with expert precision, tying knots in places that were meant to put pressure on specific areas. Then the rope was weaved through the hooks and rings hanging from the beams and Hiccup was hoisted up say that he lay hanging in the air.
Hiccup was lost for words. "This…uh…wasn't what I meant," he told Ryker when the man stood next to his head. He couldn't move. His arms were tied behind his back in numerous knots that crisscrossed his body. His thighs were spread wide apart and knees bent so that his calves met the back of his thighs. He swung gentle in this position as the men looked him over. It was a little intimidating. In this position he had no control at all. "So…uh…I thought I was supposed to give you a blow job or something and then we'd be all good," he said to Keldor, trying to sound confident but now utterly terrified.
"You will," Keldor assured, leaving him to look over his tools.
"Okay," Hiccup breathed, happy when Ryker touched his arm. At least Ryker was with him. Ryker wouldn't let anything bad happen to him.
"Tell me, have the brothers suckled your nipples?" Keldor asked conversationally.
"Y…Yeah."
"Did you like it?"
"I guess…maybe a little."
The older man nodded and inspected the little brown buds that nearly matched the brown of Hiccup's freckles. Massaging the thin chest, he frowned. "Not much meat behind them but pretty enough. If you gentlemen would be so kind as to get them erect for me we can proceed."
"Wait…what…" a moan escaped him when both Grimborn decided to take a nipple in their mouths at the same time. Hiccup's back jerked at the dual sensation. On the rare occasions that Viggo did bed him, the man always went for his nipples. He both hated and loved the stigma of teeth tugging at the sensitive nub. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as pleasure soared directly to his groin. He barely felt the hand groping at his neither region. "Oh Gods…" he whimpered. They both rolled and sucked and nipped, making good them pebble hard and leaving Hiccup panting for breath. He thought he might die from the pleasure and that wouldn't have been a bad way to go given what was to come next.
Keldor inspected the brothers' work, tweaking each nipple then rubbing them to keep them hard. "Impressive, if you were a woman you'd be lactating by now." He went back to his table and took up what looked to be a long syringe with a nasty needle at the head. A white liquid filled the syringe. "Why don't we help you with that?"
If Hiccup could have pulled away he would have. He tried to twist out of the ropes but the brothers held him steady. "No…don't," he pleaded, watching with absolute fear as the needle neared his tender flesh. His gaze turned to Ryker for help but the man instead squeezed his chest so that the nipple gutted out. With his free hand he held Hiccup steady as the needle went into the pebble flesh. The boy screamed as whatever was in the syringe was injected into him. The same was done to the next one, this time Viggo holding him steady.
"There's a funny thing about male dragons," Keldor chatted as he worked. Certain ones contain an aphrodisiac within their sperm. It's often first detected when they go into rut to attract potential mates. Once a female is selected they actually drink a certain amount before mating. They tend to mate longer than most other dragons, sometimes days on end, and have a larger sperm count which means they can take more mates. In a flock of Nightfuries, for instance, there is only ever one male and he will impregnate all the females. Getting their cum is extremely tricky. But we recently came into a new supply. You would be surprised the effect it has on humans. Last thrall I trained had to be fucked day and night for a week. I had a parade of men lining up to help the poor soul." He put the needle away and took two clamps. Hiccup's nipples were already leaking. "But these will be for later. The longer it's inside the better it tastes." He placed a clamp on either nipple, squeezing them tight to stop them from lactating. To had insult to injury, or maybe injury on top of injury, the clamps were also tied to ropes and connected to the ceiling, then pulled taunt until the skin stretched.
Hiccup let out a pathetic wail at the pain in his chest and tears rolled down his cheeks. He could form words to express the agony he suddenly felt but nothing more happened for a few minutes. Slowly, he got his breathing under control and worked pass the pain. He wasn't going to let this bastard defeat him. Sure it hurt, but he had been hurt plenty of times. He could manage this, even if his sight was blurry.
"Ah…he still has spirit, good boy," Keldor purred darkly. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you all the more."
Both Viggo and Ryker watched intently as Keldor brought out the next toy. The old man meticulously dipped it in a cup of the same substance as what was injected into the boy's breasts. "Normally I would use a catheter and pump you full of this but until our stock is fully replenished I have to make do with much less. So rather than feed it into you guts I add it to your own sperm and collect it later."
"You're insane," Hiccup managed through gritted teeth.
"No, I actually quite a genius at tearing about a person's spirit," Keldor countered. He took Hiccup's length in hand and began gently stroking it. "The fact that you seem to enjoy pain when Ryker here fuck you, will be your undoing. Oh, yes, I hear all about your escapades and what positions he's able to get you off on. The men do talk. Many are jealous."
Hiccup wanted to scream in horror as the man's face suddenly disappeared again his groin as his cock was suck in between sharp teeth. The man suck him hard. There was nothing gentle about it. Sharp teeth bit at his base, scraped against his underside and roughly tugged at his foreskin. It felt like the man was going to rip it off with his bare teeth or eat it whole right there. "STOP!"
It lasted for only a few minutes but it might as well have been a life time. Hiccup was panting, sweat dripping from his body when Keldor raised his head but the was far from done. With practised ease, he fingered the little slit at the head of Hiccup's dick before slowly pushing the ribbed metal rod inside. It was cold and wet and stung the whole way. Hiccup writhed a dragon cried, looking for some way to escape but there was none. He had no use of his body at all. The rod went further and further until it pressed against something that shot a mix of pleasure and pain through his entire body.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Keldor cooed, stroking Hiccup's taunt stomach almost lovingly. "That was your prostrate from this angle. You should see how lovely you look right now, thrall. All cover in sweat, shaking with need. Both my chief and his brother are hard just watching you. Perhaps you would like to ease their pain?"
Hiccup couldn't think. All he knew was pain and the strange inkling of pleasure when the rod pressed just the right way. He should give up. He should surrender and do whatever he was told. But this wasn't Viggo or Ryker. This wasn't some sort of personal revenge that he could make sense of, this was a twisted monster who excelled at causing grief and misery. What he said next was not meant to be heard but came unbidden nonetheless. "Fuck you!"
"Oh, I like him," Keldor purred. "Too dumb to know when to give up. Alright, on we go."
Hiccup instantly regretted ever speaking. The next thing Keldor pulled out was the needles. Three of them to be exact, and they were much larger than he first suspected. The elder handed Ryker a ball gag.
"If you want him to keep his tongue I suggest you shove this in his mouth before I proceed," Keldor warned before giving Hiccup a wink. "Viggo, come watch. You may wish to try this yourself one day."
"No…no please, no more. I'm sorry…I didn't mean…" Hiccup tried only for Ryker to shove the ball gag in his mouth and secure it behind his head.
"Shh…it'll only hurt for a while. You'll be fine," Ryker promised.
Hiccup shook his head, desperate to be released. A scream tore through him as something pierced and went sideways through his cock, seeming to miss the rod already inside him. The tip came out the other side but the needle stayed inside. He tried looking down his body to see what happen and instantly regretted it as he watch in utter horror as Keldor repeated the procedure, stabbing at his meat and forcing the needle out the other side. The third time, Hiccup passed out.
He wasn't out for long. Smelling salts awoke him but the situation wasn't any better. Keldor leaned over him with that twisted grin that would give Hiccup nightmares for the rest of his days.
"We've barely gotten started, boy," the elder teased. He stepped toward the table and refilled the syringe from a large vial then stepped back between Hiccup's legs.
The youth hissed against the gag as he felt the serum or dragon cum be injected into his testicles. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Of all the rival tribes he had faced off against, of all the men he fought, Alvin and Dagur and Norbert and Madguts and Ryker and Viggo…none of them compared to the evilness in this twisted old man. Mildew was an absolute angel compared the Keldor.
If having dragon cum injected into his balls wasn't bad enough, having them twisted into a knot was. And then, as if his suffering wasn't enough…Keldor took a small ring and forced the sharp end through the slit of his cock and out the top then sealed the two ends and attached another rope between it and the ceiling beams so that it stood straight up, as if the wasn't already doing that.
"Nearly done," Keldor crowed, his interest moving to Hiccup's opening. He held out one last toy, a long, thick dildo that he also smeared dragon cum over. He took only a moment to prep Hiccup's opening before forcing it inside the youth, shoving and pulling, twisting and turning until it all fit inside except enough to grab and extract.
Hiccup screamed against the gag but he couldn't pass out against. Keldor kept the salts on a rag by his nose so that he was constantly inhaling it. His body burned and ached in ways it never did before.
"Now, oh great Dragon Master, you have a dragon cock shoved way up in your tight little ass. What are you going to do?" Keldor asked, his voice nearly soft and grandfather like. "Their cum fills your balls and breast. Can you feel them? Can you hear them call to you? No? You're a whore now. They don't care about you. All you would be good for is as a fuck toy, not even a mate. And that what you are." He moved around until he was standing at Hiccup's head and then he removed the gag and used the strap to secure the salts against the boy's nose. Then, letting Hiccup head fall back enough that his mouth automatically opened wider, he shoved his length down the boy's throat. Hiccup gave a muffled cry but didn't fight. "Viggo," Keldor said, nodding to the opening between Hiccup's legs.
The younger man removed the dildo shoved in his own meat. He began thrusting with more gusts than he had felt in a while, utterly turned on by the wicked display. Even Ryker was hard and grinding against Hiccup's side, waiting to be inside. They took turns, fucking every opening, covering him with their seed. Keldor fucked as hard as he tortured. When it was his turn for Hiccup sweet little ass, he placed several iron balls inside the youth to stimulate them both. But Hiccup was not allowed to cum. He screamed and cried against every cock in his mouth as he was so thoroughly fucked that he thought he was losing his mind, unable to focus on either the pain or pleasure. His body was bounced, the ropes tugging and pulling him. He felt like he was going to be ripped apart.
When it was done, he was left hanging there, covered in sweat and cum and blood from where the clamps and needles dug the wrong way. He was in the beginning stages of shock, he knew, but he tried to keep calm. It was over. He would be okay shortly.
"Lets him rest," Viggo said, his voice having a satisfied hum to it.
"Should be untie him?" Ryker asked, a hint of worry.
Keldor tut-tutted disapprovingly. "He's far from done."
Hiccup didn't understand for a moment. He was done. They had finished their business. They had tortured him, fucked and made him see his mistakes. They were done. Or so he thought until Keldor's comment about fucking someone for days on end came crashing back on him. "Oh Gods…no…Viggo…Ryker…please…please…" he begged but his voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "NO!" he screamed as hands touched him and faces he did not know filled his blurry vision. He felt someone slam into his rear, tearing into his already abused muscles. "NOO!" Another cock was shoved in his mouth, silencing his cry as other men rubbed their hands lengths against his naked body and tugged on the ropes connected to the clamps and rings. He tried thrashing, tried biting, but nothing worked and after every man finished another replaced them. And no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he tried, he could not escape into the land of the unconscious. All he could do was endure and suffer.
. . .
Hours passed before Keldor proclaimed success. Ryker had stayed close to the room, worried that one of his men might go too far and injure Hiccup beyond repair. He stared down each man that came and left the room, silently warning them this was a one time affair. The line of men seemed endless and they were going in two to four at a time. At times Hiccup could be heard screaming or crying or whimpering. It wasn't nearly as long as the grunts and taunting from the men as they had their way with him. It was late at night when Keldor absently wandered back to check on how things were going. He waited for the last two groups to finish before telling Ryker to wait while he checked on the youth. There was a fresh scream from the room.
A moment later Keldor came out with a satisfied smile. "Your brother will be happy with the results. Should I give him the honors of removing everything or you? It best if you're inside when you start removing them. He'll literally explode once the rod is yanked out."
"I'll do it," Ryker said, barely paying attention to the old man as he stared into the room behind Keldor and the barely moving figure still hanging from the ceiling. He pushed past and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"No more…please no more…" a horse voice whispered.
"It's me," Ryker answered softly, coming around to inspect the former dragon rider.
It didn't have the comforting effect he had hoped. The boy whined softly and closed his eyes in absolute fear.
"Ah, lad…this wasn't what I wanted," Ryker whispered. He couldn't lie though, seeing Hiccup like this, bound and hanging from the ceiling with clamps and piercing, cover in sweat and cum was a massive turn on. He was already growing hard just watching the youth gently swag with the force of his silent sobs. Guilt also fill him and very carefully, he began undoing the ropes. First he removed the ones to the ring in his cock and then the ones to the clamps. Next he freed Hiccup's legs so he could stand and lastly his arms. Then, once those ropes were gone, he carried Hiccup to the bed and removed the rest, as well as the salt under his nose.
"Please…please take them…They hurt," Hiccup begged. His and hair were drenched, making his eyes and cheeks red.
"I will," Ryker promised, opening his trousers to free his aching dick. He couldn't believe how hard see the boy like this made him. He didn't give Hiccup time to argue. He plunge into his stretched ass, balls deep and cringed at the shriek that tore from the youth. "It's better this way. You want me inside for this next part. I promise." He grasped to first needle and pulled it out. He didn't bother trying to be gentle. There was no gentle way to remove them. Hiccup's insides tightened and his back arched as he cried out. The second went the same way. The third, Ryker was sure the boy would faint.
Hiccup fell back against the mattress, shaking uncontrollably. Ryker leaned over him, still deep inside and adjusted the youth's legs around his waist. "Focus on me, boy. I'm going to fuck you better than any other those other men and you're going to cum for me. You're going to cum harder than you've ever cum before."
The boy only stared at him. He was going into shock. What Ryker was about to do could either pull him out or make it worse but he was certain he had no other choice. He adjusted Hiccup and lifted his rear to keep as much pleasure off his groin as much as possible. Then he dipped his head and kissed the boy's chest while removing the left clamp. Hiccup gasped, one hand floundering to grasp something for support. It ended up being Ryker's head as the man began sucking his nipple. The stuff Keldor had injected him with began leaking in a steady stream. When the clamp from the twin nipple was removed it was like a waterfall was released. Ryker moved from one to the other and sucked them dry.
"I not going to touch your prick," he whispered in Hiccup's ear. "other than to take the rod out. Just relax. This may hurt a little."
Hiccup worried his lower lip but said nothing. Ryker pressed his lips to the youth's brow then, keeping eye contact, pulled the ribbed rod from Hiccup's urethra. At the same time he began thrusting hard. A silent scream tore from Hiccup but this time it was impossible to tell it if was from pleasure or pain as he suddenly came, the cum that had accumulated throughout the course of the night and countless abuse to his body. It spread across his stomach and Ryker's, all the way to his narrow chest. His body went slack once his seed drained away.
"Better?" Ryker asked, slowly stroking Hiccup's side to calm him down. The boy didn't answer, just stared at him as his breathing slowly returned to normal. "It's alright. I'll clean this up." He used his mouth to clean the cum off the boy, savouring the taste. The dragon cum Keldor injected into Hiccup had made the taste of the boy so much better. It was so intense, almost addictive. He cleaned every inch of his boy before laying next to him and pulling him into his arms. "Sleep. No one will hurt you from now on," he promised as sleep tug at his mind.
Hiccup didn't sleep. He could sleep. He had been drugged so much that his brain and body felt fired. He couldn't think or feel or see straight. Ryker's hot breath against the back of his next was not as comforting as it had become before and the promise the man made felt empty, even more so when he spotted Keldor watching them from the doorway. His nightmare was far from over.
