Hiccup wasn't on the Edge when the Riders and Gobber returned. They checked his hut first but it was exactly the same as when they left to find him. They checked the entire island and then moved on to other islands he often visited to discover new dragons. But he was nowhere to be found. They even raided the Berserker flag ship they spotted not far from the Edge. Dagur took great offense to this and would have shot the whole lot of them if it wasn't for the fact Hiccup was missing and Gobber looked about ready to go on the rampage to find the young heir.

"Whoa…whoa…wait, what do you mean Hiccup is missing? How can Hiccup be missing? I thought it was your job to look after him?" the Berserker chief demanded, his dark green gaze instantly turning to Hiccup's cousin, Snotlout.

"What? Why am I always saddle with Hiccup duty?" Snotlout asked before raising his hands at the death glare both Dagur and Astrid gaze him, almost mirrors of each other. "I mean, he's not a kid anymore and said he was going to Berk so…"

"So you don't have him?" Astrid asked Dagur in disbelief.

"You can search all my ships," Dagur offered almost dismissive lyrics as he turned his focus to Gobber. "If he didn't go to Berk and we haven't seen him then where would he go?" His voice was almost calm and normal and it gave Gobber pause.

"Without telling someone? Anywhere," Gobber confessed, feeling slightly out of his league. "He's got a wild spirit, that one. But when I find him forget about his father grounding him, I'll clip his wings myself."

"By wings you mean his Nightfury, right?"

Gobber's eyes narrowed and Dagur quickly raised his hands, still appearing non-threatening. "Just asking. Go ahead and check my ships. We don't have them but I may know who does…" he said the last part to himself, his mind wandering off to the cave in a while back when Hiccup had to face Viggo and Ryker alone. "What are you up to, brother?"

. . .

The physical and mental stress took it's toll on Hiccup. He passed out in Ryker's arms at some point after being forced to expel the Nightfury cum filling his belly. But Ryker was gentler than he had been before. He did his best to empty the boy before he and Viggo carefully washed him of cum, sweat and blood, dressed him in the finest silks, and tucked him into Viggo's oversized comfy bed. The boy slept the entire night and half the following day.

The brothers took turns watching him but anxiety struck them both when at one point their new consort vanished as if somehow magically escaping. Guards had surrounded the tent at all times, assuring that no one could enter or leave without being noticed so they, too, we're frantic when Viggo lost his temper and ordered them to find Hiccup and bring him and any other rider back or face death. It was rare for the usually calm and collected younger Grimborn to be so angry and it amused Ryker to see him come undone by one youth, even if it was someone as extraordinary as the Haddock boy. But in Viggo's hast he had missed something Ryker had not.

The chain that bond Hiccup to the bed was still in place which had been what set Viggo off, but it wasn't simply hanging off the edge of the bed as if removed. Ryker followed the links and knelt to peer under the bed. There, with a stray fur from the bed, lay the Hiccup boy, unconscious and curled under the furs as if hiding from his captors. Ryker was far too large to climb in after him but the boy did make quite the sight, small and almost childlike in his silly little attempt at rebellion. It was a near turn on right then.

"Viggo," Ryker called out softly, not wanting to wake Hiccup just yet. He called a little louder when his brother refused to listen. He nodded toward the bed. "Help me move this a foot or two."

"What? Why would you…you very can very well lift that on your own," Viggo shot back, not seeming to comprehend what his brother was saying in his sudden fear and anger at losing a potential fortune in the black market. Nightfury cum was exceptionally had to come by and someone like Hiccup even harder still.

Ryker rolled his eyes. "Get you butt over here and help me so I don't wake him." He nodded again to the bed, surprised at how dumb his usually brilliant brother had become. "He crawled under the bed," he explained.

Viggo's eyes widened and he turned an interesting shade of red before nodding and helping the elder Grimborn. Together they lifted and moved the bed only a few feet. Then, quietly and with surprising gentleness, Ryker lifted the boy and put him back to bed. From then on Hiccup was not left alone even for a moment. One or both brothers stayed with him, neglecting their duties for that day.

Hiccup came around mid afternoon, his body sore and mind still muddled. He lay in the big bed for several long minutes, lost and confused as he slowly began to take stock where he was. The bed was soft, the softest he ever felt. And warm as not just heavy furs covered him but lush blankets from parts of the world he never saw before. The sheets were expensive silks as were the clothing he wore. All this passed through his mind but made little sense. When he finally pulled himself out of bed he was without his prosthetic and could only sit on the edge as he stared at pristine white trousers adorning his slim legs, his mind lost in a cloud of muddled thoughts that seemed far too slow to make sense of anything going on around him.

"As our consort we thought it best you dress the part," Viggo answered his unspoken question. "Did you sleep well?"

The youth looked up but could form no words, his heart racing as he came to realize where he was and that everything that had happened was not a nightmare. "I…"

"It's rude to not thank people who give you stuff," Viggo chided as he strolled toward Hiccup. He removed the collar then knelt before Hiccup and replaced the prosthetic. Once Hiccup could stand, albeit a little wobbly, he helped escorted the boy to the dining table which was filled with food of every sort. "You must be famished. Eat. There is milk to help wash it down. Plenty of milk for you to drink."

"I…thank you," the boy whispered, his voice hoarse from the previous days activities.

"Ah…much better," Viggo hummed. "Now, you will eat everything Ryker feeds you. And drink as much as he tells you."

"I need to go to the bathroom," Hiccup whispered, surprised that it was the only thing that seemed to be a pressing matter to him at the moment. In the back of his mind something else screamed to run but he paid it little mind.

Viggo sighed and glanced to his brother. "Let him do his business but after that no breaks until I say so. Do you understand, Hiccup? I will not allow you to piss or shit without my permission."

The boy looked confused and it was obvious the lingering effect of the dragon cum he had been fed was still clouding his mind. He had that faraway look, not the usually clear challenge that often filled his the bright green orbs of his eyes. He followed Ryker, did his business and came back a few minutes later, head low and hands fidgety as the elder Grimborn deposited him on a chair before the table.

"Eat," Ryker ordered, giving Viggo a nod that he had things under control.

Viggo frowned. He had duties that needed tending to otherwise he would happily bend Hiccup over the table and pound into his lovely ass. But he had agreed to take turns with his brother and just like him, Ryker liked his alone time with the boy. "Remember, he has another session tonight."

Ryker gave a snort. "He'll be ready," he assured.

Viggo hesitated a moment feeling unsure, something that he was not accustom to but seemed to experience more and more since Hiccup entered his life. The boy was a distraction and distractions were not something Viggo often allowed in his life, but Hiccup was also able to give him something had had not been able to procure on his own for quite some time, Nightfury cum and enough to ensure Viggo lived wealthy for quite some time and that alone was worth a little distraction. "I won't be long," he assured himself more than his brother as his gaze lingered over Hiccup's hunched over form. He didn't like that and immediately placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Sit up straight. Chiefs do not hunch over a table when eating."

The boy blinked and opened his mouth as if to argue before quickly closing it and staring at the food. Viggo stroked his hair as if Hiccup was an adored pet before remembering the duties he had pushed aside. "Eat, pet. I won't be long. I want your belly nice and full when I get back, you're far too thin. And I don't want to see a drop of milk left." Viggo gave Ryker a nod then hurried off. The faster he dealt with work the sooner he could get back to his young consort.

Hiccup ran his top teeth over his lower lip unable to lift a hand to touch the food. His stomach rumbled and there was no doubt he was starving but with Ryker looming over him his fear took control, especially with how close the man was, his hips leaning against the wooden table and tell tale bulge in the front of his pants close enough to touch. Hiccup kept his hands firmly to himself.

"Eat," Ryker ordered again but there was a touch of amusement now that they were alone.

"I'm not hungry," Hiccup lied, beginning some of his bravado. His hands trembled but he kept the in his lap to hide his fear.

"I'll be happy to feed you," the man purred suggestively. He chuckled as the color drained from Hiccup's face. "OR you can feed yourself."

The boy gave a small nod. One shaky hand reached out and took a slice of bread. He began nibbling it dry only for Ryker to roll his eyes, snatched it away and spread a healthy glob of jam on it. "You're not a prisoner or slave, boy. Consort eat just as well as their masters. Better sometimes. If Viggo wanted you dead or as some sex slave you'd be naked in the barracks with the men pounding you into submission." He paused when he saw the sudden question in Hiccup's eyes. "Last night was breaking you in. Viggo doesn't normally share but with such a high spirited lad like yourself…well even Viggo needs help from time to time. Myself…I would have…" He shook his head and chuckled. "You'll see. I'm not so hard to get along with if you do as your told. One more night, Haddock, then you're free as a dragon. So eat up."

Hiccup wanted to ask about Toothless, about why they had forced him to mate with his best friend – his shoulder still stung from where the Nightfury had marked him – but decided he was better off not knowing.

Very slowly he began to eat, little bites of bread at first and when that wasn't enough, he moved on to the poached eggs and bacon, surprising himself at just how famished he was and how easy it was to forget Ryker was there. He washed it down with the milk provided. It was thicker than normal and had an odd yet familiar taste but with his still somewhat muddled mind and aching body he was just happy to have something to drink. Ryker kept refilling the tankard, grinning mischievously until the jug was empty and Hiccup was full.

The boy sat back and touched his slightly bloated belly in bewilderment. "I don't normally eat like that," he confessed in embarrassment.

"It's been a while since you had a full meal," Ryker mused as he refilled the jug from a barrel. Viggo had said only one jug but Ryker was sure a second wouldn't hurt. He filled Hiccup's cup once more. "Drink," he instructed, watching the boy carefully.

The boy had a slight glazed look again, the effects of the milk already taking effect again. "It think I should use the outside again…I drank too much."

"You're fine. Drink."

"I can't, I need to go for a pisses." The boy gasped in surprise when Ryker suddenly pulled him from the chair and made him stand, his butt against the table. "Please…don't…I'll drink it…" he begged in real fear, scared Ryker was about to rape him again.

"Don't move and keep your hands on the table," the man growled in a low voice.

Hiccup nodded obediently.

Ryker raked a hand through Hiccup's mused hair. "Good boy. You might just make it as our consort."

Hiccup bit his lips to keep quiet as Ryker took out a length of rope from a trunk then knelt before Hiccup. Down went the silk trousers as the rope was wound around one thigh then tied tightly before moving to the right. It wasn't tight enough to stop circulation but enough to hurt just a little. The rope wound once, twice around both thighs before looping under Hiccup's testicles and base of his cock. There Ryker paused to give the over sensitive and tender flesh a little loving. He laced at them with his thick tongue, nosing the public hair before taking the shafts in his hand and giving it a few expert tugs. Hiccup was me wing and whining up above, not wanting such attention but knowing he couldn't stop it.

"Oh Gods…oh gods…" he whimpered, fearing he might lose his mind before Ryker even entered him.

But Ryker didn't enter him. Once Hiccup was hard he continued winding and tying the rope, being particularly careful and detailed in the number of knots and twits applied to the boy's weeping cock. At the tip he took the cock ring and attached it to the ring still in Hiccup's belly button. The ropes continued upward, knots placed at the small of Hiccup's back and upward until they wrapped around his shoulders. He left the boy's arms free but once he tied off the rope he held out the ribbed metal rod Viggo was so found of.

"I want you to insert this in you cock," Ryker purred.

"But…" Hiccup objected, already feeling the building pressure in his balls and the need to pee almost all consuming.

Ryker ran the metal over the boy's cheek. "Slide it in and I won't bend you over this table. Don't and I may need to string you up and call in some friends to help finish breaking you in." He stopped to gaze Hiccup in the eye. "Unless of course you like entertaining large groups all at once. I know a few men like that. And you can handle up to three men in your ass at once so…"

It had the right effect. Hiccup gave a defeated groan and took the rod from him. He dipped it in the milk, refusing to put the thing in his mouth to coat it. Then, with a deep breath, he took the tip of his coat and pulled open the slit. It already hurt having it tied and locked to his belly but it down right stung trying to push the rod into. His hands shook and sweat rolled down his brow. How had this happened to him?

"Slowly…slowly," Ryker advised, watching him intently. His mouth watered as he watched the boy impale his own cock with the rod. "That's right, all the way in. Viggo's going to be so happy knowing you can do this yourself now." He chuckled softly and caressed Hiccup's hard length as the boy took a shaky breath. Or it hurt, it was meant to hurt, but it was going to be worth it. When it was all the way in, Ryker took Hiccup's hands to keep him from removing the rod and tied them behind his back. The boy was shaking and whimpering from exertion but was otherwise fine. "The first time inserting one yourself is always hard," Ryker cooed as he pulled up Hiccup's trousers, as if nothing was amiss. Sitting in the now vacant chair, he turned Hiccup around and sat him on his lap, like a father to a small child. "But we can't continue if you're going to piss it all away." He took the tankard of milk and pressed it to Hiccup's lips. "Now drink…all of it. I want every last drop in your belly. Neither Viggo or your dragon would want you to waste something so precious."

Understanding hit Hiccup. This wasn't ordinary milk. It wasn't milk at all. He was being forced to drink dragon cum again. Only this time they had tricked him into doing so willingly until he could take no more. Now Ryker was forcing him to drink more. Oddly, that didn't bother Hiccup as it should have. All he could think of was the pressure on his poor bladder and how much he needed to pee. But he couldn't now. He cock was tangled in ropes and urethra plugged by the rod. He couldn't do anything but drink the milk Ryker gave him.

It felt like forever before he finished the entire jug and their was no doubt Ryker was tempted to get more. Instead he settled for gently groping Hiccup while humming to himself. Viggo had get to return and Ryker was hard with need. Hiccup's bottom was bony and grind against his growing erection. For once the boy was all his and he had no need to rush. Even if Viggo walked in it wouldn't matter because he enjoyed watching more than anything else and there were a few positions they had yet to truly try with the young heir.

"Come with me," he breathed in Hiccup's ear as he stood the youth up. Holding he arm, he pulled Hiccup to the bed. He untied the ropes around the boy's wrists only to tie them to a beam above the bed so that the boy was kneeling on the bed. Ryker took a moment to inspect his prize before nodding to himself, dropping his trousers to his knees, and slipping in under the boy. "Now, you're going to ride my cock. You're going to beg for it. No lube, no spit, just nice and dry."

"Viggo said I need a lot of lube because I'm tight," Hiccup objected, but there was no heat in his words, no fear. His mind had slipped away as the dragon cum milk took hold of it an made him go into heat. Dragon cum had a strange affect on humans and Ryker marvelled at how easy it was to the control of someone.

"If a dragon cock can be shoved up there then you can handle my own dry," Ryker informed him, his big hands stroking narrow hips. How the boy had been able to survive been fucked by a dragon was beyond him but the boy was obviously far stronger than he looked.

Hiccup gave a whimper as he felt Ryker's thick manhood press against his opening. He couldn't escape and he didn't want a repeat of the night before so he did the only thing he could. He relaxed and pushed down on the heading that was testing his hole. A low hiss escaped him, echoed by Ryker, but the man seemed patient and waited for Hiccup time sheath his length in that tight space. Muscle rippled around hard flesh but there was no tearing this time. Hiccup was swollen inside and it stung to be impaled so soon but his insides gave way to house Ryker's impressive length.

They stayed like that for several minutes, Hiccup inhaled on Ryker's lap while Ryker lay back and observed his young lover. This wasn't like the few times he and Dagur fucked around. Hiccup was so much more timid then Dagur in bed. Where Ryker and Dagur would often fight for dominance and from time to time the little bugger would find a tricky way to win, Hiccup needed to be dominated. The boy may not realize it yet but he needed this. He needed a master to keep him in line and teach him what he needed and wanted. That was what attracted Ryker to him. That was why he was so brutal at times. Sometimes brutality showed the strength of a man. Hiccup did not runaway after be assaulting as many times as he had been but stood up and continued fighting, curiosity dictating his movements more than his loyalty to his friends. He came back because deep inside he must have known this was what he needed – as far as Ryker was concerned at least. While Dagur, obsessed with Hiccup to the point of abusing some of his men in the fantasy of having Hiccup in his bed, had been easy to get in bed. Ryker had simply stumbled upon something he shouldn't have and made it his mission to find what made the Berserker tick. And that presently sat on Ryker's lap with a big fat cock shoved up his tight little ass.

"Move, Haddock, make Daddy happy," Ryker purred, repeating something Dagur had whispered in one of his fantasies. He caressed Hiccup's thighs and rocked slowly, leaving most of the work to the boy.

Hiccup was in his own world. He heard and felt what was going on around him but his mind was clouded. It was like he was dreaming again, there but not there. He began to move, grinding into Ryker as the man's fingers ghosted over his full stomach and up under the tunic to touch his perk nappies that were still tender from the tiny bar bells that had pierced them.

"Tell Daddy who much you like his cock," he heard Ryker purred as he thumbed one nipped.

"You're not my Daddy," he whispered back, unable to stop his movements as his prostate was rubbed. "Stoick the…"

A rumbled chuckle escaped Ryker and vibrated through Hiccup, making his insides churn and heat up. "Oh, I'm your Daddy now, boy. You're Daddy wants to fill that lovely ass with cum. All sorts of cum. I'm going to lay back and watch as all sorts of men and dragon tap that ass unless you make this real good. Now, who's your Daddy?"

The boy whimpered. "Y…you are."

"And what to I want?"

"To fuck."

"Then get to it. Bounce, boy. Nice and hard. Make Daddy cum or you'll be drinking his milk while a Speed Stringer rides your ass."

Hiccup began bouncing with vigor, maybe a little too vigorously. He whimpered and cried but did exactly as he was told while Ryker groped, pinched and slapped him.

"That's right, baby, Daddy's going to cum. Shit, if you were a woman you'd be having my child. Fuck!" He sat up and grasped the boy's hip and began meeting him thrust for thrust. This wasn't what he intended but nothing ever was when it came to the Haddock boy. Ryker came with a howl, filling Hiccup to the brim with his seed while the boy whined and struggled to find his own release. It wasn't coming, Ryker wouldn't allow it. He need the pressure to build inside Hiccup for what he and Viggo had planned for later. Instead he waited until the boy calmed down before cutting the ropes to his wrists and laying back with his precious cargo resting on his chest.

"Do not touch yourself," he ordered the boy as Hiccup's head came to rest against his chest. He carded his figures through he boy's hair, listening to his labored breathing before deciding on a way the calm them both. Careful not to jar Hiccup too much – his cock was still plugging the boy's hole and would stay there half hard until after another round – he pulled off his tunic and tossed it to one side, revealing dark dusty nappies the were pebbled from arousal. "Suck," he instructed, forcibly turning Hiccup's head toward the right one. "Show me just how much you like having me in your mouth."

There was a trail of black chest hair down the middle of Ryker's muscular chest but the nipple region was pretty much bare. Hiccup stared at it for a moment, delusional and hot, his insides crying out for release. His lips pressed against the pebbled flesh before he took it between his teeth and began sucking.

Ryker let out a long moan. It was like an invisible string ran from that nipped to his groin. His hips jerked as his length awoke once more. One hand clasped the back of Hiccup's head, holding him in place as the other grasped his rear as he began thrusting up into the boy. "That's right…gods…harder, boy. Bite it. Yes! Fuck, you're getting good at this." The youth didn't as he was told, writhing from time to time as his prostate was touched but unable to cum. Ryker didn't care. He rimmed into that time chamber until he came a second time, holding Hiccup tightly to him until he had no cum left and then dry humping as he forced Hiccup to feed on the left nipple. For once it was nice to have a bed to fuck someone on.

When he was done he collapsed under Hiccup and laughed softly to himself. This was the most he fucked in a long time. Hiccup could definitely give Dagur a fun for his money if the Berserker ever managed to get his hands on the boy, not that Ryker had any intentions of ever letting him. He chuckled softly and brushed back Hiccup's sweaty hair. No, Hiccup belonged to him and Viggo and they weren't about to let some mangy Berserker touch what so rightfully was theirs.