To Protect One's Own 2
When the riders returned home they were tired and hungry and desperately need to bathe. Of course each had their own ideas of which were more important. The twins and Snotlout went in search of food, their bellies still rumbling even after being fed by the Hunters. Fishlegs look Meatlug to soak in their hot tube and invited everyone to join him, namely Hiccup who still seemed a little out of it and more stressed out than any of them had seen before. He was fidgety and seemed to withdraw when anyone came near him…even when Astrid placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You know a good soak might help ease your nerves," Fishlegs tried to reason with his friend. "I'm sure Snotlout and the twins will drag everything in the food covers over so we can all eat and…"
"No," Hiccup answered hurriedly as he brushed back a rogue lock of hair. The idea of a soak sounded divine but the idea of stripping down in front of his friends, regardless of how many times they had all seen each other naked at one point or another, was a little frightening. He had no idea what the Grimborns had down to him. He hadn't been hurt, not really, although his rear stung something fierce, but he did remember the hot and cold game and he really didn't want to discover what they had done to him in front of his friends. "It's been a long couple of days…I think I'm just going to go home to bed and sleep the next day or two away."
"Are you sure?" Astrid asked, eyeing him worriedly. Then her face hardened. "What did they do to you? If they hurt you…"
"Astrid, I'm fine. Honestly. They just wanted an hour of my time," he tried to explain without going into detail.
"For what?" she demanded before stopping herself.
He gave a shrug, still not understanding why the men had done what they had done. "To prove me wrong, I guess."
She eyed him for a moment before shrugging as well. "A lot of luck there," she laughed, with a bright smile. "You're probably the most stubborn person they ever met."
"Yeah," Hiccup murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. He inhaled sharply at how sensitive suddenly was before remembering the men had been nipping and suckling there and there would no doubt be a mark. He kept his hand over it and stretched. "So…yeah…bed…I think I'm just going to crawl into bed and sleep. Do me a favor and don't wake me up if I sleep in." He gave a toothy grin before turning on his heel and heading toward the rope bridge that lead to his hut. He stopped, suddenly thinking better of it when his stomach twisted and knees suddenly felt wobbly. A part of him really didn't want to want to go to his hut alone but knew he couldn't simply call to Toothless as he normally would; Toothless had left with the other dragons to hunt having been cooped up in the cave fair too long. He took his time, moving slowly over the series of bridges until he reached his home. Once there he closed and locked his door, made his way to his loft and up to his bed, absently releasing the lever to the skylight so that Toothless could enter when he was ready to come home.
Everything he wore was soiled, filthy after days of sleeping on the ground and being unable to change or wash. He pealed them off and threw them in one corner before finally sitting on the edge of his bed and taking a look at himself in the dim light of the candle he lit and kept next to his bed. At first nothing seemed wrong, his eyes still having trouble adjusting to the light. He had to stare at his chest for several long moments as he ran his fingers over it, pausing only when he felt something very odd. Thin layers of wax flaked off his chest and abs and could even be found down over his limp dick. Under the wax were red markings, not blistered but a first degree burn, just dark enough to say it was there, as if he had spent too much time in the sun. It was tender but didn't really hurt.
Hiccup worried his lower lip, trying to understand why Viggo and Ryker did what they did. He was their enemy, had saved countless dragons from them. Ryker had tried killing him for Thor sake! And Viggo…well he didn't really know a thing about Viggo. The man had seemed more intrigued by Hiccup then angry or hateful. Hiccup didn't know what to make of him…of either brother really. One thing for sure, one thing that seemed worse than even what they had done to him was the fact that he could still FEEL their hands on him…their cocks IN him. He could feel it as if they were right there with him now and it scared him to no end. He didn't want to be alone with these confusing thoughts but he didn't want to admit what had happened to his friends either or try to explain how he felt about it. The pain and pleasure, how they mixed together, how he felt as if he might explode when he orgasmed…how could they possibly understand. He felt like a traitor for the way his body reacted but he had no control over it.
His stomach twisted and rumbled, reminding him once more that he had not eaten in many days but he couldn't eat now. Just the thought of food made him want to vomit. Instead he curled up on his bed with only an old quilt covering his naked form. All he wanted was to sleep and forget the whole thing had ever happened but what had happened was not something he could ever easily forget.
For weeks phantom touches invaded his mind, sometimes at the worst possible moments. At night he was able to take care of himself, touch his own body and care for the sudden arousal the seemed to plague him at the mere memory of a warm mouth around his organ. Sometimes his mind would wander when he was with his friends, but they were used to that and chalked it up to some new dragon and not what had happened that fateful day. As long as he was eating properly and healthy most didn't worry at all. Everything was pretty much back to normal, as if being trapped in that cave was a distant memory that they could banish by soaring through the clouds with their dragons. For the most part it worked for Hiccup as well and he and Toothless were never closer. Only Astrid and Fishlegs seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
It was little things really that alerted them. Hiccup had always been a little particular about touching. He didn't mind the odd hug and slap to the back, barely flinched when Astrid would punch him in the shoulder but that had all changed after the Grimborns. Now he shied away from even the simplest of touches, usually mumbling some apology before rushing off. Depending where someone touched him or for how long it excited him when it shouldn't. Utterly confused, Hiccup would hide in his hut and masturbate like he used when he was young and fantasying about Astrid. But now he had no set fantasy in his mind just the memory of phantom touches that made his body burn with need.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Astrid asked nearly a month after the cave in. She eyed Hiccup with watchful eyes as he adjusted his bracers. "You haven't exactly been yourself since we came home."
"I'm fine," Hiccup answered curtly, frowning at her. His patience had begun to disappear as his body seemed to take control of his actions. He couldn't sleep without feeling the two men touching him, couldn't think without feeling something think and hard inside him and suckling him. His life had become one endless moment of raw carnal need that had to end now. The only way to do that was do confront the problem head on, just as his father always advised him to do, and deal with Viggo and Ryker now, end their reign of terror and free as many dragons as possible while stealing the Dragon Eye back. Easy peasy. "Mount up," he ordered the other riders as he mounted Toothless.
The Nightfury gave a warble of concern. He had never seen Hiccup in such a state and it was worrying the dragon.
"It's alright, bud. I just need to end this once and for all," Hiccup grumbled.
The dragon let out a huff the unfurled his massive wings. He'd be happy once he had his Hiccup back, this grumpy Hiccup was starting to get on his nerves. The only time he seemed happy was in the air and even that had diminished as the boy's rut had grown. The boy needed to breed in order to get back to normal but Hiccup didn't seemed to have the same interest in Astrid as he used to which was a little disconcerting because the only other eligible female was Ruffnut at this point and the last thing Toothless wanted was to hear Barf and Belch gloating about how his rider had chosen their mistress.
They took to the air and immediately went into formation. Snotlout was muttering in the background that it was about time they took down the Hunters while the twins cheered him on, chattering about blowing up ships. Hiccup did his best to ignore them. After all it was the same every time they flew into battle. Free dragons, destroy ships, don't kill anyone. So why was this bothering so much? His hands curled around the reins to his saddle and he tried ignoring them but the gods seemed to hate him; their voices only grew louder.
"Would you shut up!" he suddenly yelled, surprising all the riders, including himself. He started at Snotlout wide eyed for a moment before his brows furrowed and eyes darkened. "This is a rescue mission not some outing. Focus." He wasn't sure if the last part was meant for them or him but he turned his back on them and stared straight ahead.
"What's eating him?" Snotlout asked Astrid as Hookfang swooped in close to her and Stormfly.
She shook her head unsure. For weeks she had been trying to get Hiccup to tell her what had happened to him when Ryker took him but he had refused to say and only grew angrier and angrier by her questions until he told her to back off and mind her own business. It had to be bad but he seemed fine physically.
The attack on the Hunters' ships began as usually. Smash and dash as the Twins called it. They began blasted the ships, remembering to stay far enough out of weapons range. Warriors raced back and forth trying to battle them, completely focused on the attacking riders that they failed to notice when Hiccup and Toothless dove at one ship and ducked into an open hatch when they quickly unlocked and opened cages to free captive dragons. They managed to do this with two ships before encountering a problem. The third ship was the largest and most heavily armed. The first obstacle was Dagur who immediately turned the nets on them while cackling like a madman.
"Really, brother? You thought you could best me?" the Berserker chief challenged as he fingered the trigger and took aim.
Hiccup's eyes narrowed as he glared at the redhead. "Seriously, Dagur, you need to find a better hobby," he returned. Just before the Berserker could fire the net Toothless dove into the open hatch and to safety. At least that's how it appeared until Hiccup came face to face for the very people he had been secretly searching for. He waited weeks to confront the Grimborn brothers but now that he was face to face with them he found himself frozen to Toothless's saddle just as he had been when they were frozen by the Frightmare's spray. His heart started beating incredibly fast and his body felt as if it was suddenly on fire.
"Hiccup Haddock the Third," Viggo purred, his hands clasped behind his back as he regarded the youth. Toothless growled in response but the Hunter ignored him, clearly not frightened by an angry dragon. "I was wondering how long it would be before you returned to us."
Ryker gave a smirk, his gaze leering as he looked Hiccup over.
The youth stared at them in a mix of horror and slowly blossoming curiosity. "I…"
"I say we just grab him and be done with it," Ryker growled, stepping toward Hiccup.
Viggo raised an arm to stop him, his gaze never breaking from Hiccup's, almost hypnotic in how they seemed to pierce into the boy's and straight into his heart. He saw the fear and nervousness in the young man but also how tight his body was. A small smile tugged at his lips as the blasts and battle cries above grew louder and closer. "I can see all those question bubbling around in your head, Hiccup," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "I will answer them all but not now and not here. There is an island north of here that you have visited before, Dark Deep. Meet us there at sundown and we will discuss anything you wish to know."
Hiccup blinked, his confusion growing. He shook his head to break out of the trance like state. "Wait!" he cried, reaching out for the men but they had turned their backs on him and walked away. "I…" They were gone. Hiccup looked around, trying to get his bearings. He was in a hold similar to the others but there were no dragons. It had been a trap. Viggo must have known what he was going to do when they attacked. Did the flag ship have any captive dragons to begin with and if they did what had happened to them?
"Hiccup!" Dagur yelled from the still open hatch.
It was then Viggo's words hit Hiccup. The Hunters didn't want to capture the riders. They were letting them go…let him go. It made no sense. Why would he simply let them go yet offer to speak to Hiccup alone somewhere else when he could easily use the riders and dragons against him? He heard yells and cries, one distinctly belonging to Fishlegs. "Time to go, bud," he said, receiving a grunt of approval from Toothless as his partner pivoted and turned before leaping up out of the hatch and taking to the air. With a yell, he ordered the rest of the riders to retreat, their mission done. He barely heard Dagur yelling after him, cursing him as he always did. All in all it looked to be a successful mission, except for the upcoming meeting with Viggo.
Trying to come up with a likely excuse for leaving Dragon's Edge was a little harder than Hiccup ever expected. The other riders were used to him taking off but since the cave in Astrid kept a closer eye on him, always checking up and making sure he was okay even if he got testy with her about it so she wasn't exactly in the mind to let him take off on his own.
"I'm just taking off for one night to clear my head," he tried to explain. "I just need to need a little Toothless and me time. We'll just visit a nearby island and camp out…on our own."
She folded her arms across her chest. "Who do you think you're kidding?" she countered, her blue gaze hard and not giving room for argument. "You haven't been yourself for weeks. What happened when you went in the flagship?"
"Nothing. There were no dragons to save," he shot back. "Look, I'm not some little kid who needs you or anyone else to look after him. I've got Toothless. I'll be fine. We'll be back sometime tomorrow, alright?"
"No…not alright. If you think I'm letting you take off…"
"You'll what? Tell my Dad. Go ahead." They glared at each other for a long time before Astrid finally sighed.
"I'm just worried about you. You haven't been the same and…I'm just worried, okay? After what happened with Heather…"
His shoulders fell and anger depleted. "Yeah, I know." He touched her chin and lifted it until they made eye contact once more. "I'll be back tomorrow. I promise."
She nodded. "You better be or I'm going after you and kicking that scrawny ass of yours."
It was the first time he could remember smiling since this whole mess began and as a result he did something he hadn't done in a long time; he kissed her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow," he reintegrated before climbing onto Toothless and signalling for his friend to leave before he could change his mind. The sun was already low in the sky. It was less than an hour before sunset. He was going to be late.
The say Hiccup was nervous was an understatement. His stomach was in knots much as it was the night after the Grimborns had taken him. His hands kept curling and uncurling around the reigns as he tried to clear his mind. One part of him was trying to talk him out of going while another demanded answers that only Viggo could provide. He continued onward, his mind set on his goal. He was only going for answers, nothing else. His friends were safe at home this time. There was no danger to them – although he did make sure that he and Toothless did a quick lap of the island to make sure – he had nothing to worry about.
They landed on Dark Deep shortly after sunset having decided to circle the island to see exactly what they were up against. There was only one small boat, the flag ship far from the island and moored quite a ways away. It seemed safe enough. A tent similar to the previous one Viggo had, or perhaps the same one, was set up further inland. A few guards mingled around but there were there to keep wild dragons back, not riders. They didn't notice Toothless fly over and land amongst the rocks several hundred feet away.
"Okay…so how do we go about this, huh, bud?" Hiccup absently asked Toothless as he watched the guards from the protection of a larger boulder. "Viggo invited us here so do we just walk up and say hi or attack or…" He inhaled sharply when he felt a whoosh of air pass by his ear and then Toothless let out a cry before falling next to him. He spun around to see his best friend out cold on the ground and Hunters approach them from all sides before a large arm wrapped around him and dragged him back against a hard and far too familiar warm chest. His insides twisted and body heated up as his breathing grew rapid.
"You're late," Ryker growled in his ear, his breath hot and causing things low in Hiccup's body to stir.
Any witty remark Hiccup would normally have made was lost to his as his body came to life. His wasn't the only one. He could feel the man's hardness push against his backside. This may have been a very…very big mistake.
He was dragged to the tent just as he had been that fateful day weeks earlier and shoved inside, Ryker following close behind. Viggo was waiting but this time he wasn't sitting behind his table but rather pacing anxiously, as if he had actually been worried Hiccup wouldn't show up. Hiccup only caught a glimpse of that anxiety in his face before the man schooled his features and took on that peaceful, serene look Hiccup had come to know.
"Ah…Hiccup, I do believe you're running late," Viggo said soothingly as the youth got to his feet.
Hiccup eyed him for a moment as he fought back his own anxiety, feeling a sudden calm at seeing the Hunter chief was not as calm as he tried to appear. "Well you know how it is…dragons to care for, riders to keep busy, Hunters to hide from." He gave a little shrug as if it were no big deal. He gave Ryker a sideways glance, not trusting the man in the least. "So you said we can discuss what happened."
Viggo just stared at him for a moment as if perplex before giving a soft laugh. "Yes, of course. Sit and dine with me."
"How about you start talking and I listen?" Hiccup countered, folding his arms across his chest.
The man eyed him then smiled. "Alright," he agreed but he filled up three chalices with honey mead and passed them to his brother and Hiccup. "No doubt you have a lot of questions."
"Why did you do it?" Hiccup demanded, trying to sound angry but more curious than anything.
"Because you would do anything to save your friends and it was better than holding you down and raping you," Viggo explained, as if it should have been obvious.
"Don't you have a wife?" Hiccup countered, not quite understanding why Viggo would want sex with him.
Ryker gave a snort of laughter and actually wiped away a tear.
Viggo frowned at his brother. "No, I've never married," he answered, glaring at Ryker.
"Oh…" Hiccup murmured, still trying to understand. He gave a shrug. "I'm sure you'll find someone as ah…gifted as you." Okay, so this wasn't really a conversation he wanted to have with the brothers. After all, he was still trying to deal with his own relationship issues with Astrid…or lack thereof. He wasn't sure where he and Astrid stood anymore. Friends for sure but anything more was questionable.
"Yes," Viggo agreed, a small smile playing across his lips. He stepped a little closer to Hiccup. "But it'll take a very special person to handle my tastes and you, my dear Hiccup, you handled it far better than I ever imagined."
"Wait…what?" Hiccup breathed, not sure he heard him right. "No, I'm not…I just did it to save my friends. I'm not into guys…I mean no offense. If that's your thing then that's great. Dagur's into all sorts of crazy stuff he'll be up for it but me? No…no, no, no, no, no…I need to bow out." He eeped when Ryker placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't quite understand, Hiccup," Viggo said gently. "The only reason your friends are still alive is because I choose to let them live. One signal fire at the top of this mountain will alert the rest of my ships to attack your precious island and slaughter every rider and dragon on it. I really don't want to do that, do you?"
"But there are no ships close to the Edge," Hiccup objected.
"Do you think you can make it back to your island with an unconscious dragon before my men reach your friends?"
Hiccup's face paled. They had him. There was no way he could save his friends without giving into Viggo. They had trapped him just as they had before. Swallowing the lump in his throat he nodded. "Okay…uh…uhm…" He flinched when Viggo touched his cheek.
"We'll take it slow like before," Viggo assured. "No one will hurt you, I promise."
"You said that last time," Hiccup countered with a frown. "You didn't mention the nightmares of phantom touches."
Viggo smiled serenely. "Well the experience is different for everyone and the fact that you've dwelled on it since is a compliment. Tell me…what do you feel?"
The boy gave a snort, trying to distance himself from what had happened. "It's like losing a limb, sometimes it feels as if it's still there."
"Interesting analogy. So it's as if we never stopped," Viggo hummed as he slowly circled Hiccup. He ran a finger along the youth's shoulders, grinning when he suddenly tensed up and inhaled sharply. "How horrible for you. All these weeks and we occupied that wonderful mind of yours and not once did you consider coming to me…to us. We could have helped."
"Yeah…I gathered that." Flexing his hands, Hiccup sighed. "Fine, let's do it and get it done with."
"Oh, well there's the spirit," Ryker chuckled with a shake of his head. "I kind of liked when he was trembling like a needy leaf."
"All in good time," Viggo assured as he stopped in front of Hiccup. "I don't want you to be scared, Hiccup. I want you to be a willing participant."
"Oh…so threatening my friends is what…foreplay?" Hiccup countered.
"In a manner of speaking." Viggo moved a little closer, his gaze never leaving Hiccup's. "The only question now is where do we start? Blindfold you? Tie you up? Gag you? All the above again?" He watched Hiccup's face, expecting the fear but Hiccup was doing a good job of masking it with utter defiance, as if daring Viggo to do his worse while seeming compliant. This time Hiccup would fight. The Hunter chief nodded in understanding. This was a different situation from before. The boy was curious, very curious but had yet to admit it to himself. First they would have to knock down those mental walls the boy appeared to have all around him to access and manipulate that curiosity and make it blossom into something wonderful. A bright smile lit Viggo's face as he glanced at Ryker. "Enema," he suggested, his smile growing at his brother's surprise then glee.
Confusion filled the boy's face. "What? I don't need a…"
"Oh yes you do," Ryker said, grabbing Hiccup's arm and dragging him toward the mound of furs that served as a bed. "Now we can do this the easy way or my way. Strip."
Hiccup glared at him before rolling his eyes and huffing. "Fine," he grumbled, removing his leather armor and chucking it to one side. His bracers and tunic soon followed. He hesitated at his trousers, momentarily having second thoughts. His lips pursed into a pout and he made a face before carefully balancing on his prosthetic and shaking off his boot then shimmied out of the pants until all he had left were his breeches and fake leg. He stood before Ryker, arms folded over his narrow chest and looking anywhere but at either man.
"Just as lovely as before," Viggo purred as he stepped up next to Ryker to examine their young guest. "So this is how we'll begin. You'll kneel on the furs."
"And what, give you both head?" Hiccup retorted, surprising the two by not being nearly as naïve as they thought.
Ryker grinned widely at the concept.
"Perhaps if there's time," Viggo corrected. "Now kneel and face the wall. If it will make you feel better we can bind your arms.
The boy studied them for several long moments then gave another disgruntle huff and got down on his knees. "Better?"
"Face the wall and get down on all four, butt in the air if you would be so kind."
Hiccup gave him a look, his brows furrowed and filled with disgust but he did as he was told, even placed his head down on the furs as if to cover his face and not bear witness to what the men were about to do to him. His hands curled around the fur as Viggo ran his hand over the youth's spine.
"Relax, Hiccup. These things are natural. We don't want you to be uncomfortable. In fact, we have a little something to help you," the man cooed, nodding to Ryker. The elder Grimborn trailed a finger over the boy's rear, his focus on all the things he can do to such a lovely bottom. "Brother?"
Ryker glanced away from the boy to his younger brother. "Hm…"
Viggo rolled his eyes. "The lambskin? The wine should be room temperature by now."
"Ah…" Ryker murmured as if waking up from a lovely dream. He got up and retrieved the wine skin that Viggo had prepared while the warriors set up his tent. A long hose was attached to one end and to it a Gronkle Iron plug with a narrow opening. The semi opaque hose was pinched near where it connected to the plug and the purple liquid could be seen. "You sure this isn't too much?" he asked Viggo as he carried the contraption to his brother.
Hiccup shifted, glancing toward Ryker before burying his face in the furs again and grumbling under his breath. Just get it over with, he kept telling himself. Just get it over with and go back to his friends and forget the whole thing happened. He'll put the riders on high alert, had more sentries and make sure the Edge was as secure as possible and prepared for any possible attack…
He inhaled sharply as something cold was pressed as his entrance. His muscles immediately tightened.
"It's enough," Viggo assured as he pressed the plug against Hiccup's tight opening. It was already lubed and ready to go. "I want to take this slow, give his inners time to absorb the alcohol. He should be ready within the hour."
Hiccup looked up in surprise. "Wait…what? We agreed on an hour for all of this," he objected, turning his head to look at Viggo. He scooted away from the object and turned to stare at the men, making sure his ass was safely on the ground. His gaze moved from Viggo to the strange thing in his hand, following the tube up to the sheepskin Ryker was hanging from a hook on the beam Hiccup was sitting next to. "What is that?"
Viggo sighed and added another layer of lube to the plug. "Your enema," he explained calmly. "And we did not agree on a precise time for this occasion."
The boy scooted further back until his back pressed against the dragon skin tent side. "An hour."
"My dear Hiccup, an hour is not nearly enough time for what I have planned for you tonight. Not if you want to be able to walk in the morning without your friends questioning you endlessly," Viggo reasoned. "The last thing either of us wants is for you to be hurt."
"Why not just do what you did last time?" Hiccup tried to argue only to receive a small smile from Viggo.
"That was just a little taste of what we can give you. This time we're going more in depth. Deeper, if you will. Now, you can willingly get back down on all fours or we can tie you down." When the boy only glared at him, Viggo nodded to Ryker.
The elder of the brothers grabbed Hiccup by the hair and forced him back into position. Then he tied the boy's wrists together in front of him and then to the beam. "Deep breaths, boy. You're going to be like this for quite a while. You better learn how to relax." Then, as if he had almost forgotten, he shoved a ball gag in Hiccup's mouth and fastened it behind his head. "I still think this might be too much."
"He'll be fine, Ryker. Stop fussing," Viggo reprimanded as he gently worked the plug into Hiccup's tight opening. He slowly pushed the plug in then pulled out. In and out and in and out until it slipped in smoothly, the wide bottom capping the entrance. The boy tried pulling away and made a grumpy sound but there was no escaping just as there was none the first night. "You said yourself keeping him compliant was only half the job, making him a willing participant will mean finding not only his emotional weakness, which is obviously his friends and dragons, but also that part within him that would bring so much pleasure that he will come to us seeking relief. Do you hear that, Hiccup? Did you know that deep within you there is one little spot that with the right motivation will break you better than any threat to your friends or loved ones?"
The boy growled around the gag and glared at him in defiance.
"You doubt me? Well…you'll soon see." Viggo turned the valve on the tube and the liquid began to leak into Hiccup's rear. He patted the boy's shoulder as the youth tensed up. "I know…I know. It's an odd feeling but you'll come to like it." He talked to Hiccup the entire time, rubbing his back and rear, assuring that he was okay and that they were doing this to help him.
Ryker reached under the youth and stroked the boy's flaccid cock and tugged on his balls trying to arouse him. He pressed on Hiccup's belly to see how full it was. He hummed appreciatively. "Are we letting him drain before moving to the next part or…"
"No, I want him full. I want the pressure to help push him over the edge," his brother mused, stroking Hiccup's quivering rear.
Hiccup tried pulling away but every time he did someone pulled him back. He couldn't escape the plug; it was deep inside him and pressing against his prostrate. The fluid pouring into him made his stomach bubbling and twist while his muscles seemed to burn and tingle without truly hurting. It was a strange feeling but the one thing that he did know for sure was that he felt full. He couldn't take much more or he'd explode. He tried conveying that to the two men but nothing more than a mumble past the gag. Please, please, please stop, he tried to tell them only to have Ryker start pulling on his dick, as if milking him. He buried his face in the furs to hide the cry that threatened to break past the gag. Why did that feel so good?
"Sh…such a good boy," Viggo breathed close to his ear. "You're taking this much better than anticipated." Dry lips pressed against the nap of Hiccup's neck making the boy shiver. His hand pressed against a swelled belly. "We're going to keep you full, Hiccup. Three lots of cum each should do it. Three lots in this lovely ass and two each down your throat. Sound fair? That's five each in total. Can you handle that?"
Hiccup didn't think he could but if it meant he could leave afterwards then he would do his best. He gave a tiny nod.
"Good boy. Now I want you to tighten you muscles when I pull you plug out."
The boy whimpered but did as he was told, thankful when the iron plug was finally pulled out of his body and the pressure of the liquid eased. He felt light headed and a little out of sorts. His stomach was full and he felt pressure on his bowels and the need to go to the bathroom but he wasn't given much time to think about it before something far larger and longer than the plug suddenly shoved into him. He gave a cry, his arms giving out on him. He would have completely collapsed if large hands didn't grab his hips, holding him in place as he was thrust into. It made the liquid inside him slosh and give him a woozy sensation.
"Fuck, he's good and slippery," Ryker crooned as he slammed into the youth. The sound of slapping flesh filled the tent, the man not going lightly in his need.
"Gentle, he needs to hold all that in. Abuse him too much and he'll lose it before we even have a chance to break him," Viggo advised as he watched his fuck the boy. Oh he loved the way his brother took a new lover. Male or female Ryker knew how to break a person but Hiccup was different. Viggo didn't want him completely broken. The boy had a brilliant mind, cunning and wise beyond his years yet also so naïve and young enough to train. The fully break him would be a shame but to manipulate him and make him into a needy little thing that would come back for more would be quite the accomplishment.
"If you want him to break then deny him orgasms," Ryker grunted as his hips piston forward. He went deep into the youth and stopped, Hiccup's freckled ass tight against his front. The boy was shaking and whimpering below him. Reaching past the boy he cut the ropes binding him then hauled Hiccup back so that he was sitting on Ryker's thick length, fulling sheathing it. He ripped the gag from the boy's mouth, grasped his throat with one hand and forced his head back onto his shoulder. "You liked that last time, eh boy?" He stroked Hiccup's manhood, bringing it to life then gave Viggo a knowing look. "Five times each? He'll never make without a rod."
Hiccup shook his head. "No…please…no more. Just finish it and let me go," he pleaded. His vision swam as if he was drunk and he suddenly understood what they had put in him. They had drugged him.
"Don't worry, lad, you'll get right into this very soon," Ryker crooned before running his tongue along Hiccup's jaw line and over his ear. He grinned at Viggo as his brother took out the dimpled rod he had made specifically for Hiccup. Giving the boy's cock a gentle squeeze he held it steady as Viggo carefully inserted it into Hiccup's urethral. The boy struggled and cried out but it wasn't long before the iron instrument was fully inserted and Hiccup collapsed against Ryker. He was given only a moment's reprieve before the man pulled out of him, flipped him onto his back and thrust back in. Hiccup gave another cry as the man lifted his rear up and pounded into him, the angle making it near impossible for Hiccup to move let alone escape as his only balance was on his shoulders and neck. He's hands faltered for purchased and ended up being grasped by Viggo. Ryker didn't last long after that. A few more thrusts and his first orgasm hit him and his seed spilt to mix with the fluid still already in the boy.
Hiccup wasn't given a chance to recover before he found himself sitting in Viggo's lap, another hard thick cock in his ass. Hiccup couldn't help it. He grabbed the man's shoulders, needing some form of support. His stomach was bubbling and felt strange. "Oh gods!" he whimpered.
The men approached sex in completely different ways. While Ryker preferred hard almost brutally deep thrusts Viggo was more laid back, moving slowly and teasingly while encouraging Hiccup to move on his own. His large hands caressed the boy's sides, cupped his rear and helped him move, bouncing him in slow precise moves.
"Please…please…let me cum," the boy begged, already filling far too full to hold out much longer.
"Sh…a good leader does not beg," Viggo reprimanded, a smirk lighting his face as he glanced at Ryker who was already setting up a series of toys to use on the boy.
Hiccup was nearly doubled over, his long callused fingers digging into Viggo's armored shoulders. "I'm too full…it hurts…"
"No, Hiccup, you're uncomfortable but no one has hurt or will. Now relax and enjoy this gift we're giving you. Who else would be willing to give you such devoted attention?" He ran a hand along Hiccup's neck before cupping his cheek and tried drawing the boy in close for a kiss. He couldn't quite explain his attraction to Hiccup Haddock but he was sure it was the boy's mind and how similar they were. If only he could convince Hiccup to give up this silly saving dragons business and join the Hunters. They would make such a wonderful team.
To his surprise, Hiccup turned his head away when Viggo tried to kiss him. "No…" he whimpered, not willing to allow anyone to kiss him. It felt so wrong. Sex was bad enough but to allow Viggo to kiss him like he had that first time…he couldn't do it.
"Alright," Viggo answered, frowning at being denied such a simple thing. "Perhaps it's time to put that mouth to better use then.
Ryker took the hint and grinned viciously. He left the toys on the table and strolled toward the two, all the while stroking his manhood to awaken it for a second round. He knelt to one side as Viggo lowered the boy back onto the furs. Hiccup was barely given a moment to understand what was going on before the bald man grasped the back of his head and shoved the head of his cock past his lips and teeth to fill his mouth. The man sighed with contentment. "Now this is what I meant the first time we took him. A little force feeding never hurt anyone." He grasped Hiccup's wrists when the boy tried to push him away and held them in one hand. "Suck, boy. The faster you do it the faster I'll cum. There we go. Relax your throat. Good boy. Good boy." He began thrusting slowly into the boy's throat, enjoying the feel of Hiccup's tongue on the underside of his cock and how his throat tightened and rippled as he tried to breathe around the thick meat. Ryker held him in place as he slowly fucked his mouth, keeping pace with his brother. "They should have called you Dragon Sheath not Whisperer." He chuckled at his own joke. "Or does Dragon Rider have a dual meaning. Do you 'ride' dragons, Haddock? Does that Nightfury breed you like we intent to?"
Hiccup gave a muffled answer which only served to encourage the two men to fuck him harder. He was almost certain that his stomach would explode when they came into him; Viggo's seed pumping into his guts while Ryker made him swallow every bit of his cum. They repositioned him, switching places, and began all over again, this time with Hiccup on his hands and knees, his face pressed against Viggo's groin, the man's length deep down his throat and Ryker filling him from behind. His belly felt swollen and if he didn't drown in cum it might just explode.
"You should feel grateful, Hiccup," Viggo purred, slowly rotating his hips as he stroked Hiccup's cum splattered cheek. He didn't have to do anything but stand still as Ryker fucked the boy from behind, forcing him back and forth on his length, sometimes going so hard that it caused the boy to gag. "A few hours of sex can guarantee weeks of protection for your riders and dragons. Is this such a bad price to pay? Hmm…such a lovely mouth." He touched the corner of Hiccup's mouth, mesmerised by the frothing of cum. "Swallow, my dear." When Hiccup fought against it, Viggo pinched the boy's nose and held him in as he emptied his load down his throat. He rubbed Hiccup's throat afterward, priding him on taking so much all again.
The boy only groaned and slumped on the furs, his consciousness fleeing in and out as he tried to ease his racing heart.
"Hold it in, boy," Ryker crooned, patting his barely noticeable extended belly. "You still have more milk to drink and swords to sheath."
The boy shook his head. "No…no more…please…" he whimpered, trying to drag himself away from the two men. He couldn't feel his legs, his spine and backside stung as did his throat and he had to cum so bad it hurt. He felt hot cum dripping down his thighs. As much as he wanted to protect his friends he didn't think he could take much more.
"Ah…poor thing," Ryker chuckled, watching Hiccup with utter amusement as the youth desperately tried to crawl away. "He'll never last the night if he doesn't get a little reprieve, Viggo."
"True, but it seems such a waste." The younger Grimborn clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "But I'm not without compromise. We'll finish the deal already set then unless our dear Hiccup has something better to offer."
Hiccup didn't. He couldn't think of anything he could offer the men to make all this go away. His mind was a fog of mixed emotions. His head hurt when he tried to think. All he could do was give a little whine when he was hauled into yet another position, this time on a table with Viggo between his legs. The man pulled his rear to the edge of the table before sliding back into him, making his tight cavern a second home. He felt like hours slowly went by as Hiccup as passed from one brother to the other, his ass and mouth equally fucked until he broke and began sucking them willingly if only to spare his throat and any possible damage they may cause due to his stubbornness. But it all led up to what appeared to be the grand finale.
The youth lay on the table, drained, exhausted and so bloated he felt ready to pop. He panted softly as Viggo strolled around his limp form idly caressing his limbs. "A little chafing but no real bruising," he mused.
"Please…let me cum," Hiccup begged, tears trailing down his cheeks but he couldn't move, couldn't even lift one arm or hand. He was going to pass out. He wasn't even sure if they were down, losing count at just how many times the men had cum, if they had cum, who had been in his mouth or ass and when. He winced when a rough hand squeezed his hard length and gave a painful cry. "No…no, don't!"
"Ah…let him cum, brother," Ryker cooed, stroking Hiccup's length to torment him more.
Viggo stared at the boy hungrily but he couldn't go another round just yet. Ryker was so much better at these things. "Very well. But save your toys for the later. I think he can handle a good old fashion fisting."
A sick grin lifted Ryker's lips as he leaned over Hiccup. "Is that what you want, boy, a good fisting to get all that cum out?"
"Please…please let me cum…"
The man nodded as he ran a thumb over the boy's bottom lip. "I'm going to enjoy this," he purred, fingering Hiccup wet, puckered opening. The boy hissed in discomfort but Ryker didn't let that distract him. He wiggled one finger into the youth at a time, his free hand holding Hiccup down by the chest.
"No! Stop…stop, stop!" Hiccup hollered only to be hushed by Viggo by a forced kiss. He struggled and fought twice as hard as he did when the men first took him, trying to break free but it was no use…Ryker thrust his entire fist against Hiccup's swollen gut making him arch in pain and the fluids he had been trying so hard to hold in to suddenly gush out. He was like having a huge cock inside him, pounding him into the table.
Viggo took over holding Hiccup down as Ryker removed the rod from the boy's urethra. Then the elder Grimborn bent over the youth and took his rock hard youth in his mouth as it squirted the first round of cum. He sucked and fisted the boy hard, making his whole lower half rise of the table in response. Viggo stepped back to watch, entranced as always when he watched his brother break someone. Hiccup was still crying out and thrashing about but there was no doubt of the pleasure on his face as Ryker gave him head, fisted his inners and pushed on his belly to empty it of the wine and cum he had been forced to hold in. He stopped fighting after a few suspenseful moments before wrapping his hands around the back of Ryker's head to hold him in place much as the men had done to him, as his orgasm hit him hard. His body jerked and shuttered in a full body spasm before his head fell back to thunk against the wooden table as he fainted, his body going limp under Ryker.
Ryker licked his lips as he stood. "I figured he wouldn't last long after that," he joked as he wiped his spoiled hand on an old rag. "So now what?"
"He'll be spending the night, we can pretty much do whatever we want with him," Viggo answered, eyeing the toys Ryker had pulled out.
His brother leaned his hip against the table. "It might be a while before I can go another round," he said honestly.
Viggo nodded in understanding. "Regardless, he'll need a milk enema before morning to help sooth his inners." He pulled out a rather large and long ivory dildo. "When he awakens we'll give him special gift to take home with him." His gaze travelled back to the youth lying limply on the table. They were far from done with young Hiccup Haddock but completely breaking the boy was going to take cunning not force.