To Protect One's Own 7

• Note, I'm still typing this on my smartphone that isn't so smart so please forgive the typos…auto correct sucks and my keyboard is a pain.

Time has no meaning when you're blind folded, gagged and deaf. Minutes could have passed or hours. Hiccup had no clue, all he knew was madness. His body tingle and burned. He was in pain but not the type that meant he was injured but a strange unquenchable need, a desired that was worse than anything he ever experienced before. For the first few minutes he had been able to hold his tongue and keep his discomfort to himself, after all he was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, son of Stoick the Vast, trainer of dragons. He had tamed and befriended a Nightfury, battled and defeated both Outcasts and Berserkers and taken out the Red Death with the help of his friends. He could handle pain.

He tried shifting his weight as he felt cum drip down his legs but the bar made it next to impossible to find a comfortable position. His stomach felt twisted and knotted from the force feeding and number of times he had orgasmed against his will. After what felt like hours but could only have been minutes a whimper escaped him as cool air brushed over his heated cock causing it to come back to life. He couldn't possibly be getting hard again; he had already cum more times than was humanly possibly! But the god Loki seemed to be in a particular mood as what should have been a harmless breeze sent every nerve ending in Hiccup on fire. He whined against the gag in his mouth, a muffled beg for some, anyone to fuck him. He didn't care who or what as long as the torture stopped. But he was left hanging there, nude as the day he was born and on display for all to see as time continued to tick by oh so painfully slow. If only he could hear something more than muffled sounds then maybe he could focus on something other than his treacherous body.

Of course, Hiccup wasn't alone. Viggo watched him with a critic's eye, noting every twitch of muscle, small whine and muffled please. From time to time he stroll over to the boy and give his bottom or erected cock a hard slap that almost always made the youth harder or would make him cum. Sometimes he'd give a nipples a painful twist or yank his head back to nip at his swan like throat before retreating and leaving Hiccup to suffer. He debated about marking the boy as his property, but to be honest branding seemed a little barbaric for Hiccup. He wasn't cattle or even a slave…yet. Perhaps if he was forced to auction the boy in order to break him then branding would be worth while, especially if his competitors were involved – and some of them would love nothing more than to steal what was Viggo's – but it seemed too drastic a measure at this time. For now he sat back and enjoyed the way Hiccup wiggled like a worm on a hook and waited for Ryker to bring the men he had requested. He should have picked out these men himself earlier but he had been bluffing when he first threatened to have other men play with his new toy. He wanted Hiccup scared and willing to do anything he was ordered too, he wasn't expecting the boy to still be so defiant. Perhaps another bladder of dragon cum would help make Hiccup more cooperative. It certainly couldn't hurt.

He was just gathering his equipment when boisterous laughter caught his attention and Ryker entered the tent followed by their cousins Lars and Magnuson. Viggo was a little taken back at first. He wasn't really expecting this to become a family gathering. He gave Ryker a questioning look, hoping his brother had a good explanation for his choices.

"What?" the elder Grimborn asked, although there was clearly a teasing grin on his lips. "You asked for two of our most brutal and twisted men, here they are. Besides, they had to listen to me fuck the boy's brains out earlier, they desire a little fun with him, too."

Viggo nearly ordered them all out. He hated when Ryker twisted his words and – even if it was rare – managed to outsmart him. But his brother did have a point and keeping Hiccup in the family was better then having a bunch of unnamed men going at him…maybe, unnamed men were easier to kill if they went too far with his new pet.

"Now there's a beautiful sight," Lars drawled as he ogled Hiccup's nude form.

"Isn't he?" Ryker mused with an upturn of lips. "All tied up and horns as can be. He claims he can even take on a dragon."

"Little thing like that? Come on, Ryker, he probably broke the moment you shoved a finger in him," Magnuson argued in disbelief.

"He's surprisingly stronger than he looks. Go ahead, try him out for yourself. He likes it hard and rough…just don't bruise him too bad."

Magnuson stared at him in surprise then turned to Viggo who didn't seem overly happy at first but after a moment waved a hand dismissively. "Make it as painful as you like for him; he gets off on his. Just keep the bruising to a minimum. I have plans for him."

"I bet you do," Lars jeered, his gaze solely on Hiccup as he undid the belt to his trousers then opened the front so they were loose on his hips. "You think he might enjoy riding this dragon?"

A small smirk lifted Viggo's lips. "He loves all dragons."

The blonde haired man laughed as he pressed his front against Hiccup's only for the boy to moan and push back. "So I see." He took Hiccup's cock and his own in one hand and began stroking. "He's an eager little thing. He's already dripping."

"Monstrous Nightmare cum. I force feeding him two bladders full and Ryker gave him some of the powder form. There's more in the jar if you want to feed him."

Magnuson fetched that while Lars continued stroking his and Hiccup's lengths. "Are you going to mark him?" Lars asked, humping the boy now and causing the youth to cry out and began.

"No," Viggo lied, his frown returning.

Lars gave a snort. "I don't mean brand him, I'm not Thork. I meant pierce him or something. Like a slave ring or something in his ear or browse or even right here." He gave Hiccup's cock a hard twist before pulling back to show the boy's length and dark red tip that was releasing an endless stream of precum. "It will make sure a anyone who fuck him know he's yours."

Viggo gave him a considering look before strolling over. His cousin stepped aside to give him a full view of Hiccup's weeping cock. "A cock ring?"

"Not your everyday cock ring, a piercing. It can be a heavy ball, a glittery stub of gold or…a ring that can attack to a belt or any other device you want to use to make him suffer a little or ensure his full participation," Lars all but purred.

"Viggo's eyes widened in sudden fascination. "Show me," he commanded, instantly returning to his chieftain self.

A wide toothy grins lit Lars's face as he instructed Magnuson on what he wanted and needed. It was a good thing Hiccup couldn't hear them or he may have put up a serious fight. As it was his mind was only focused on the hand stroking his cock, the only thing that seemed to matter at the time. It was probably Viggo seeing as the man would pause to lick and nip at his lower lip. Hiccup rocked his hips into the hand stroking his length until another pair of hands took a firm hold of his hips. He let a sob of relief. Finally the Grimborn would fuck him a put him out of his misery. He could feel a thick cock pushing against his entrance. It entered slowly as the man pulled him onto his length until his butt cheeks were pressed firmly against the man's groin. A whimper escaped him. Why did this feel so good?

The man in front…Viggo, Hiccup was certain, although it was impossible to tell with the brothers…continued to stroke his length but was now also peeling back his foreskin, as if it needed to be pulled back; he was so hard he was in tears. A second pair of hands touched his manhood and he gave a start. There were now three men touching him... Three! He tried struggle only to have the one inside him buck and hit his prostrate, making stars explode behind his eyes at the sudden needy pleasure it caused. Oh Gods..what was happening to him? He pressed back into the man behind him wanting more.

"He is a needy whore," Magnuson chuckled which was shared by Ryker as Lars and Viggo busied themselves with Hiccup's dick. The younger of the two fished through a vest pocket. It wasn't often he got to give Viggo advice and he treasured every moment. He handed his cousin a series of piercing he had collected over the years usually from his share of payments whether it be in coin and jewels. He had a fair number of his own piercings that decorated his body. "So just how pain can we give him?" he asked as he eyed his favorite needle to make sure there were no blemishes.

"Whatever doesn't scar him physically," Viggo purred.

Lars mirrored his grin. "Do you have a preference?" he asked, gesturing to the gold at d jewels on display.

"Let's keep it simple…the gold one."

"Good choice. A hoop always comes handy." Taking the boy's hard cock in one hand, Lar's licked the head clean before peeling the foreskin back as far as he could. It wasn't necessary just something to make the boy wiggle and squirm. Then he held it firmly and brought the sharp needle to the weeping slit, angled it upward. "Hold him tight," he warned with a twisted sense of glee before shoving the needle upward with one hard, fast thrust as if piercing through thick leather.

Hiccup screamed and threw his weight back only to be thrust forward and held in place as the rod wiggled through his tip until it broke through flesh and came out on top. The boy thrashed against the men holding him and it was Ryker who cooed and whispered sweet nothings to him as his bit Hiccup's lips and stroked his taunt belly. It was only a few moments later that a gold ring went through the new hole to dangle off the tip of Hiccup's abused cock. Lars gave it a little lick and suckle before removing the bar between Hiccup's legs and standing. He fully unleashed his multi-pierced length, thick bars running across the width of his length with small balls on either end. "Now you can control where is dick is at all times." To emphasize, he wrapped a chain around Hiccup's waist and attached it to the ring so that the boy's cock was high against his stomach and out of the way of a good pounding.

The boy was a thrashing, weeping mess but Magnuson and Ryker still had control of him. Lars rubbed his length against Hiccup's before continuing. "Of course, you can pierce him anywhere then remove them before sending him home and start all over again next time." He dipped his head to suckle one of Hiccup nipples, calming the boy a little before letting it go with a audible little "pop". Then he took a firm hold of the pebbled flesh and pulled it taunt. With his free hand he stabbed it with the needle, making Hiccup scream once more and thrash harder. The needle was left in place as Lars lifted Hiccup's legs up to his hips. Then, with Magnuson still deep inside, he rimmed his entire cock into the boy in one brutal thrust.

The scream that escaped Hiccup would have been ear shattering if it weren't for the gag. The two men inside him were not gentle. They fucked him hard, ramming into him without a care for his pleasure. Lars pulled on the needle constantly and slapped at his cock and tugged at the ring with such force it felt as if it would rip in half. His hair was yanked and sharp teeth bit at his lips. At some point the gag was ripped from his mouth and a fat tongue was forced down his throat. Yet through it all, through the pain and torture some part of Hiccup liked it, craved it and he fought back, tried to nip back at his attackers and take control. But he had no control. Someone came inside him then both men were pulling out and then another set of cock were in him going just as hard, just as brutal. It hurt, God's did it ever hurt, and he fought against it until something strange happened. One moment he had two big, fat cocks in him, the next his leg was repositioned and a third was forced inside him.

"No! No! Oh Gods…what are you doing…stop…no….I can't fit three…I can't! Oh Gods…ah….uh….AGH!" His screams were muffled by someone's mouth as another began jerking him off, purposely tweaking the ring in his dick while ramming into him full force. Some had their hand wrapped around his left shoulder, pushing him down as they rutted into him. He lost all feeling in his wrists by this point. He felt as if he might explode or be ripped in half. He had no sense of time left, no idea who was in him or where. All he knew was pain and discomfort pleasure because by Thor as much as it hurt it also felt strangely good..foreign…erotic…something he knew he would never get anywhere else and the both excited and frightened him.

At some point his arms were freed and the men withdrew from him if only for a moment. His legs were numb but he was only given a moment to find his footing before he was bent over, wrists taken by two strong hands and pulled behind him. His face was pressed into someone's hard groin and the taste of metal and flesh soon filled his mouth. He lost track of how many people were touching him or fucking him. They kept changing positions and taking turns, sometimes lifting one of his legs for a better angle or forcing his mouth to open wider to fit two cocks down his throat. He wanted to pass out and forget such horrors but his body burned and tingle and despite the pain that strange sense of pleasure kept hitting him and he came multiple times, coating his stomach and just as his length pulled against the ring in his tip and chains confining it against his stomach. Men came inside him, on him, filling and covering him in cum until finally they were done with him and he was lowered to the ground a soggy, weeping mess because he honestly couldn't think or do anything else. He no longer knew what to feel as his body gave out on him. He felt empty with no one touching him and with that came shame because he should be happy it was over with.

A hand carded through his sticky hair and pulled his head to rest against a hip.

"Bring in the next group," Viggo purred.

The wax in Hiccup ears had fallen out during the session so he heard every word the man said. It should have frightened him but it didn't. Instead he closed his eyes and prayed it would be over soon.

. . .

Astrid read the hastily squib bled note yet again as she and Snotlout neared Berk. It made no sense that Hiccup would have taken off in the middle of the night without at least waking her up to tell her. He had been acting funny for over a month now, ever since the cave in that nearly cost their lives. She knew he felt guilty for leading them into that then having to negotiate their freedom with the Hunters but he hadn't been the same since. He seemed fidgety and avoided being touched, as if he excepted to be hit like back when they were kids and he was bullied by…well half the riders before they became riders. Astrid didn't like this change. She even cornered Snotlout and the twins to make sure nothing fishy was going on. It was Snotlout who explained the reason Hiccup would return to Berk and keep quiet about it.

They landed close to the chief's hut where Hiccup would normally stay when home and immediately ran up to knock on the door.

"You're won't be finding the chief there," a familiar happy voice called from down the hill.

The two riders turned to find Gobber limping up the path, having obviously seen their dragons circle the village before landing.

"Gobber!" Astrid called, happy to see their old teacher. "Is Hiccup at the forge?" she asked but judging by the sudden look of confusion on the old warrior's face, Hiccup never came to Berk.

"I haven't seen him," Gobber answered, looking at both riders then glancing to Hiccup's childhood home. "And Stoick is gone to Bog Burglar Island for the week. Why would Hiccup come here alone? Is something wrong?"

Snotlout gave a laugh. "Well is seems our great leader got himself in a bit of a jam with a new invention. I mean who puts the locks on the back?"

Gobber's brow furrowed in confusion. "Snotlout, what are you talking about? What invention?" Hiccup wouldn't created something and put the most important thing out of reach. It made no sense, and while Hiccup was known for his flights of fancy, he was also obsessive about every detail and would not make such a mistake as putting locks out of his reach.

"He said it was a cod piece for…you know…protecting the family jewels when going into battle. I guess he wanted to make sure his were safe for future heirs." Snotlout gave a nervous laugh and glanced at Astrid who he had already explained all this to earlier and received a good whack for it. "Anyway, I tried helping him remove it last night but he couldn't find the key and said he'd ask you for help so we thought he was with you."

"Codpiece?" Gobber echoed in confusion before sudden realization hit him. He was never so happy that the riders had such little exposure to the outside world until recently because he was almost positive what Snotlout was describing was anything but a protective Codpiece. It sounded more like a bondage toy. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure if he should explain or not, in the end he kept quiet. If Hiccup was involved with someone outside the group it was best not to spill his secret. Nonetheless, the boy couldn't go about lying to his friends. He needed a sit down to discuss what and who Hiccup was doing…preferably before the chief got word of his son's odd behavior. "Aye, he may have worked it out somewhere himself and be on his way home. How about I go to the Edge with you incase he still needs help."

Astrid gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Gobber. He hasn't been himself for weeks and I'm getting worried."

"Yeah, but that Codpiece thing is mine," Snotlout reminded her.

The girl rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You can have it."

Gobber shook his head. Thanks the gods the kids were so naïve at times. Of course, why would they even consider Hiccup was doing what Gobber really hoped he wasn't?

. . .

Hiccup awake to more hands touching him and the taste of powder in his mouth. He automatically licked his lips in hopes of getting rid of the taste but the was more there. It didn't matter, he was able to find his voice. "No more," he pleaded, his body worn out and sore yet still tingly and on fire inside.

"Shh…" a voice not Viggo's or Ryker's whispered above him. "We're going to take good care of you lad. Make you cum until you can't cum no more."

Hiccup whimpered and shook his head but he had no choice. Someone slipped into him, like a knife through butter. It stung but there was no resistance. He thumped his head back only to realize it had been cushioned on someone's lap. "Please…stop," he begged as the man holding his head ran a cool cloth over his heated face. That actually felt good and he leaned into the gentle touches that were so unlike the ones from before. The man inside him rocked his hips slowly, not the steady hard pounding from before but with the sweet gentle motions of a lover. Another set of hands caressed his arms and stomach while yet another seemed busy removing the piercing from one nipples. The momentary pain was replaced by a soft kiss. It was a complete contrast from the other men who had pounded into his body relentlessly, forcing him to cum and filling him endlessly. These men were washing him, caressing him and, yes, one but fucking him but it didn't hurt, it felt actually really, really good.

Several of the piercing along the underside of his cock were removed, seemingly all but the ring at the tip and bar at the base, and then what felt like a sheath was placed over it and tied into place. With his hands free he reached for the blind fold so he could remove it and see what was going on only to have his hands caught and wrapped around two men's cocks. "What are you doing?" he breathed, fearful of the answer.

"Breeding you," someone answered from his right.

A sucking sensation tugged at his cock causing the tube to tighten. Hiccup gasped in surprised then moaned softly. That felt good, like a mouth sucking him off minus the threat of teeth. His hips rocked in time with the man fucking him, his own arousal getting the best of him. He jerked off the two men he held and moaned as he was fucked, feeling like a whore in heat yet unable to get enough. The man cushioning his head kept smearing powder over his lips and on his tongue. A part of Hiccup knew it was the same stuff Ryker force fed him in the cave and Viggo had made him drink…dragon cum…but at the point he didn't care. Nothing mattered but how good he felt compared to earlier. It didn't even matter when the one fucking him suddenly wrapped his arms under Hiccup and pulled him up onto his lap before lying back and letting Hiccup ride him.

"Such a beautiful little whore," the man purred, touching his cheek, his thumb running over Hiccup's lower. "Now ride this dragon good and hard and we'll give you another."

Hiccup couldn't stop himself. He began bouncing and rocking, that tube still sucking his length and the men around him chuckled and encouraged him on as they stroked and touched him, all of them gentle and eager for their turn. He whined when he was gentle pushed forward and another cock pushed in to join the first. "Not three!" he cried out in sudden fear, freezing where he was but the men rocked into him slowly and the one behind kissed his shoulder soothingly.

"No, boy or, just two. You have a mouth and hands to entertain the others," he whispered against Hiccup's ear. Sure enough Hiccup's hands were once more wrapped around hard flesh as yet another man pushed his meat past Hiccup's lips. "Suck, baby. We'll make sure you cum if you do the same for us."

And they did. Each one of them were focused on making Hiccup cum. The touched and caressed every part of him the other had abused. Kissed and suckled his ears, neck, nipples and balls. They placed him in multiple positions, each taking their turn but not finishing until Hiccup came with them. Hiccup never felt such pleasure and even though he couldn't see these men he begged them for more, needing to be filled in such a way that he feared he was losing his mind. The tube continuously sucked at his length, milking him along side the men. He lost track of the number of times he came. He was so sensitive that even a tiny nip to his collar bone had him screaming in release.

When it was over, Hiccup was kneeling on all fours, panting and dizzy, cum pooling beneath him as it leaked from his opening. The men said nothing as they pulled out, some merely giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder but nothing sweet or memorable. Without them he was cold and shivering and once more hollow inside.

"Well done," Viggo purred as Ryker removed the blind fold from around Hiccup's head. The youth gazed up to meet his master's gaze. "You managed twenty men and the last five you didn't even faint. Now that takes strength."

"Twenty…" Hiccup breathed in a mix of horror and awe.

"We had to recruit a few more when he seemed to be enjoying yourself so much," Ryker teased with an amused look.

Hiccup shook his head. It was four the first time…when he had been tortured and pierced. Then five a few minutes ago. That was nine not twenty…at least he was certain it was only nine unless the brothers had made him a revolving door and men were switching out constantly and…

His stomach suddenly heaved and he bent over gagging, unable to throw up.

Ryker grabbed the youth by his hair and yanked his head back up. "Don't act so innocent. You were begging for more. Everything one stopped you demanded another fill you. You're a whore, Haddock. Just waiting for that dragon to fill you."

"No…no, I didn't want any of this. You drugged me," the boy denied, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be some plaything. He didn't want these piercing or the strange empty feeling whenever someone pulled out of him. He wanted to be normal again and dream of pretty girls and his chances of truly being with Astrid, not hard cocks and piercings or pain mixed with undeniable pleasure. He hated this feeling in his stomach and how he seemed unable to control his body.

He gave a hiss when Ryker yanked the tube from around his swollen and aching manhood. "Drugged or not you came enough to fill almost the whole bucket. Only a desperate whore can produce so much."

"Brother," Viggo soothed as he stood. He crossed the room to Hiccup. "He's young and still discovering himself. He doesn't understand his own body yet or why he liked being gangraped so much. It's about losing control, Hiccup. It's about being forced to accept what you normally would never think to be part of. To be the center of attention, be it positive or negative. Everyone was focused on you, Hiccup. Everyone wanted you. Everyone desired you and that, my boy, is part of the thrill. Those men wanted you and you couldn't stop them, not one of them, and that scared and excited you. In battle you can defend yourself, your dragon protects you. Here you must fend for yourself or be consumed by others lust. In time you will learn to use that as a weapon and take what you want rather than have it forced upon you. Just as you did when he rode that man…you were in control for only a few short minutes but you were in control and you wanted him just as much as he wanted you." He raised a hand when Hiccup began to object. "We were here, Hiccup, we saw the change. You rode two cocks and even held a certain amount of control when the others joined it. You sucked cock and didn't have your face fucked. You jerked two men off at the same time. You did that, they only placed their cocks in your hands. You were in control they only guided you."

The boy continued to shake his head, not understanding, not willing to accept that he had willingly done any of those things.

"And what's more important, Hiccup," Viggo continued, kneeling before the youth. He leaned in real close to the boy's ears. "You liked it. You want more."

"No…" Hiccup breathed but he couldn't escape. He couldn't run because something in his belly stirred at the very thought of more men, some almost animalistic and all he could do was curl in on himself. What was happening to him?