Breaking Point 5

The grueling unimaginably painful torture went on for days. When electrocution didn't work, Viggo tried long needles into Hiccup's stump. Ryker broke every finger of his right hand then reset them a few hours later, both processes bringing enough pain that Hiccup nearly broke. The only thing saving him each time was his ability to speak other languages and naturally falling back on Dragonese when he felt he felt he could take no more. Then…then he could spill all Berk's secrets and no one knew, no one understood. He screamed and cried and thrashed but he resisted, he defied them and he would continue to defy them until his dying breath. At some point Viggo must have realised it because after over a week – at least he thought it was a week, it was hard to tell when being tortured almost every waking moment or playing some mind numbing board game - of excruciating agony it all stopped. For a few days he was left alone in his room and was only able to record the passage of time by when food was delivered. It wasn't like breakfast, lunch and dinner. Nope, sometimes the food made no sense. Sometimes he was served unusually large meals while other times a mere slice of bread or a piece of fruit. Sometimes the large meals were back to back or bits of food multiple times in a day. Water was plentiful which was out of the norm since such a thing was often limited on a ship while at sea.

No one made a move on him sexually since Dagur raped him and Hiccup was starting to wonder if that even happened. He barely remembered anything, only the pain of the shock and then waking up to another form of pain deep inside in while Dagur was kneeling over him…thrusting into him. Maybe…if could have been a pain induced nightmare, a delusion from all the times it seemed Dagur was coming on to him and making sexual advances. Having Dagur finally get the upper hand and raping him could have all happened in his mind while he was trying to recover from the last onslaught of shocks. That made sense, didn't it? More sense than Dagur actually doing it because no matter how deranged Dagur was he wouldn't really go so far with someone he considered his brother, right?

Nothing made sense to Hiccup anymore. His world had been turned upside down in an incredibly short amount of time. He missed Toothless and Astrid and Fishlegs and the Twins. Hell, he even missed Snotlout and his taunting and the silly wrestling bit his cousin had gotten into since the whole ordeal with Barf and Belch. The one time he had bunched out his older cousin had brought out a whole new line of competitiveness that hadn't existed since they were kids. And while Hiccup wasn't one for physical violence or wrestling he'd rather be tousling with Snotlout than trapped with the Hunters not knowing if his friends were dead or alive, if Toothless was alive. He hoped his Nightfury had found a way to escape because he certainly couldn't think of one and he'd tried everything from tricking the guards to smacking them over the head with his prosthetic the few times he had been allowed to have it. It wasn't as if he could really escape, he was on a ship without his dragon and the few that were caged were so frightened that Hiccup could never train one fast enough to break free. Nonetheless Viggo seemed amused each time Hiccup tried and give the youth a thin smile before inviting him to yet another game of Maces and Talons, one of the few things outside his cell or the torture chamber he could do. Ryker, on the other hand, was more annoyed than amused and often threatened to throw Hiccup overboard or keelhaul him if he freed so much as one more dragon. This often ended in an argument with Dagur who had become even more possessive of Hiccup and practically attached himself to the hip whenever Hiccup was outside his cell. It was both annoying and, at times, safe.

"What are you doing out here?" Dagur demanded, standing before Hiccup as the Dragon Rider sat against the wall on the lower deck, looking up at the blue sky for the first time in days. Hiccup didn't answer, he just stared blankly at the sky at the wild dragons flying about. Dagur followed his gaze then rolled his eyes with a snort. "Figures," he grumbled before taking a seat next to Hiccup. "Let him go, Hiccup." He waited with surprising patience for the younger man to look at him before throwing an arm over his shoulders and tugging him into a one arm embrace. "You know your problem, brother?"

It took a moment for Hiccup to catch up with what was going on, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Toothless and flying. He blinked a few times before frowning and glaring at Dagur while trying to pull away but Dagur had a firm grip and wasn't about to let him go. "Or, do tell. What is my problem, Dagur? You? Viggo? Ryker? Maybe being kidnapped and taken from my friends? Having my dragon…my best friend and the closest thing I ever had to a brother taken from me? Wait…let me guess…I'm overreacting and being tortured is a normal part of life."

Dagur was silent for several long seconds, his dark grass green eyes boring into Hiccup's. "It was for me…for three long years, or have you forgotten what you did to me?"

Hiccup opened his mouth to retort then shut it. There was no way to respond to that. Dagur had been in prison for three years and judging by the scars it was as simply as being thrown behind bars and forgotten. "I…" he began before looking away and shutting his mouth once more.

"Your problem is you have too big of a heart," Dagur said, answering his own question. "You've always had this big heart. A bird breaks its wing you have to fix it. You finally take down a dragon – a Nightfury no less – and you have to mend it. You spent all your life trying to please other people that you never learned to care for yourself. Sometimes you have to be greedy. You have to take life by the balls and just enjoy it. Sometimes you just have to take what you want and say fuck it to everyone else. You get what I mean. Fuck Viggo. Fuck Ryker. Fuck Toothless and your friends. What do you want?"

The Dragon Rider gave him a serious look. "I want Toothless," he said simply, his heart and soul in those three little words.

Dagur rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we I want you kneeling before me sucking my cock but that ain't happening , now is it?"

Okay, Dagur could be a little perverse some days but Hiccup was a little taken back by the vulgarity and could only stare at the Berserker as if he had completely lost his mind. He tried to shift away but Dagur only held him a little tighter. "Ah…no… Definitely no," he said hurriedly but Dagur was in his own world at the moment.

"You know the things I've dreamt of doing to you since that day on Dragon Island…things I should have done to you when I thought we were finally equals?" the Berserker chef mused as he held Hiccup tucked against his side. "I was going make you a man after we took down that Nightfury. I was going to anoint you in his blood and drape his pelt around you before laying you on the ground and taking your virginity while I wore his bloody skull as a helmet. We would be drenched in his blood and fucking like rabbits. And then…and then we'd dine over Nightfury steak and…"

Hiccup felt as if he was going to be sick and managed to wrench himself free before kneeling on the deck and vomiting his lunch. Gods, he knew Dagur wanted Toothless dead but he never thought the Berserker had such detailed plans for the Nightfury and him. Dry heaves raked his body when he's stomach was emptied but he couldn't bring himself to sit back and his head spun just a little too much for him to get to his feet so he was left kneeling there with Dagur rubbing his back and still chattering away about all the nasty things he wanted to do to him and the different ways he planned to gut his precious Toothless. Dagur had truly reached a new level of insanity to even think his words were some sort of turn on.

"I need some water," Hiccup finally managed as he staggered to his feet. He hobbled away, barely caring if Dagur followed him or not. Wiping his mouth he headed toward the steps to the second deck where Ryker was overseeing the crew. Sometimes he made Hiccup swab the deck just to give him something to do but this time he merely glared at Hiccup as the boy slowly climbed the steps.

"Leg bothering you?" he noted, eying Hiccup's bad leg and the pronounced limp caused by the needles being jammed into the stomp days earlier.

Hiccup didn't bother acknowledging him. Out of the two Grimborn brothers Hiccup dislike Ryker the most. He instinctively hid his right hand against his side, the white fabric of the bandages standing out against the red of his tunic.

Ryker gave a deep menacing chuckle before looking out over his ship again. "How are your fingers? I may work on your left hand next. You are left handed, yes?" The boy inhaled sharply and kept his left hand close to his body making the large man chuckle. "Good boy," Ryker laughed, condescendingly, clearly amused by the boy's fear. "Viggo wants to talk with. He's in his chamber waiting for you."

"Then why…" Hiccup began before falling silent. It was better not to ask Ryker questions. Either he never answered or he thought people were disrespecting him and took sick pleasure in hurting them. So far he and Dagur had been in a number of arguments because Ryker had threatened Hiccup and apparently no one was allowed to do that but Dagur. It was nice to know some things never changed. And, when it came to Viggo, it was often better to go to him on his own instead of being dragged there by Ryker or one of his Hench men.

Squaring his shoulders, Hiccup forewent the water and headed towards Viggo's chambers. He knew his way well enough by now. It was the one place other than the torture chamber and his cell or guestroom or whatever Viggo called it, that he had been to often enough since his captivity that he didn't need an escort. He really hoped Viggo wasn't planning another game. Neither had own the last three and they were at a stale mate. His hopes were dashed when he found Viggo at the familiar table with the game waiting before him. Sighing, Hiccup took his seat and waited for Viggo to begin.

Minutes ticked by before Viggo looked up, but he wasn't plotting a move he was busy writing in a thick notebook. "Captain's log," he explained when he looked up, meeting Hiccup's curious gaze. "Dagur tells me you like to write as well."

"Yes," Hiccup admitted, not seeing why that would be a big secret.

"An exceptional skill that many dismiss," the Hunter mused before blowing on the ink to quicken the drying process.

Hiccup waited silently for Viggo to finish and studied the game board, trying to see what he had missed last time that might give him an advantage in the game but they were evenly matched, having learned each other's moves. It was both fascinating and frustrating. Hiccup frowned at the board. There's something he was missing. Something so small that even Viggo wasn't seeing it or had dismissed it.

"I have a favor to ask of you," Viggo suddenly said, snapping Hiccup's attention away from the game.

The boy looked up in surprise. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting. "Excuse me?"

Viggo seemed to heave a deep breath, as if he was a little put out by what he was about to ask. "You're a Dragon Whisperer and I'm guessing accustomed to helping injured dragons, am I right?"

"Well…yeah," Hiccup answered, wetting his lips.

"My men have captured a rather unique species of dragon. Unfortunately, it was badly injured. An injured dragon, especially one so rare is of no use to me in the condition and since you're so good with dragons I thought maybe you'd care for it for me."

Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wait…let me get this straight. You want me to care for a dragon that you're planning to sell to the highest bidder as soon as it's well again? What makes you think I'll do that for you? You're just prolonging its suffering and mine."

Viggo studied him for a few minutes before nodding. "Alright. I'll have my men put it down. A shame, I thought you of all people would appreciate a Snowfury." He waved his hand dismissively. "That will be all."

"Wait," Hiccup gasped, surprising himself. "A Snowfury?" he asked, curious.

Viggo was busy writing again. "Yes." He glanced up, one brow rising. "Sort of a mix of a Snow Wrath and a Nightfury. A hybrid perhaps. They really are quite beautiful."

"A hybrid of a Snow Wraith and Nightfury?" Hiccup breathed, unable to help himself. He had never seen one before let alone heard of such a species. "Is it in the Dragon Eye?"

Viggo shrugged, immersing himself in his work.

Hiccup bit his lower lip. It was a trap, he knew it but curiosity was eating at him. If a Nightfury and a Snow Wraith mated and created this subspecies then maybe there was hope in finding Toothless a mate that wasn't another Nightfury. It took another moment or two before he remembered that Toothless was on another ship going Thor knows where and that they may never see each other ever again. This might be his only chance of training another dragon and escaping and then hopefully finding and saving Toothless. "I changed my mind," he said hurriedly. "I'll do it."

"Hmm?" Viggo hummed, not looking up from his logbook.

"I'll care for the Snowfury."

Looking up, Viggo gave a curt nod. He stood from his chair and pushed it back then stepped behind it. Hiccup hadn't noticed before but there was some sort of crate or cage sitting behind it with a thick canvas covering it. No noise came from it but Viggo began talking to something and cooing softly and if Hiccup didn't know better would thick the Hunter was actually being quite gentle with whatever was inside. Soon the man returned with a small white and grey dragon in his arms…a hatchling.

"Oh sweet Thor," Hiccup breathed, unable to believe the Hunters had captured the hatchling which meant they either killed its parents or they were on another ship like Toothless. His hand went to his mouth as he stared at the tiny creature almost half the size of a Terrible Terror, no doubt only a few days old if that. "How…where's its parents?"

"Mother died defending the nest. The father is on his way to the Northern skin traders," Viggo answered. "This little guy was nearly crushed by his own mother."

"And its siblings?" Hiccup dared to venture even though he honestly didn't want to know the answer.

Viggo studied him for a moment before carefully depositing the hatchling in Hiccup's arms. "If you mend him I may let you keep him. But if you don't want to…"

"No…no, I'll take him," Hiccup said hurriedly as he held the little dragon to him. He knew there was a catch but at that moment he didn't care. All that mattered was saving that little dragon and hopefully getting it to fly so that at least it could escape if Hiccup couldn't.

The little Snowfury was indeed a mix of a Nightfury and Snow Wraith. The coloring was of a Snow Wraith as was the wing structure and tail but the head…the head was purely Nightfury and looked like a baby Toothless. Maybe that was what caught Hiccup's heart so powerfully. He carted that little dragon everywhere. It sat on his shoulders or curled around his neck. It slept with him on his cot, ate with him – although he had to feed it under the table which he was often reprimanded for but did anyway – and in no time became his new best friend. For the first time since his capture Hiccup almost seemed himself again. Almost. He gained quite a few odd looks from the crew and Ryker but no one said a thing. No one complained except Dagur. Dagur complained constantly about it, seemingly jealous that it had all Hiccup's attention and the rider was once again regaining his confidence, obviously not broken as Viggo had planned.

"I thought you wanted to break him. You don't break him by giving him a dragon!" the Berserker snapped, gesturing wildly as he tried to make sense of it. "He's a Dragon Trainer. Train-er. In case you don't get what that means it means he TRAINS dragons. And let's not forget the fact that he can talk to them. So you just give him a dragon that he can train and send out to get bigger dragons that he can ride and escape."

"Relax, Dagur," Viggo purred as he regarded the young man. "There are many ways to break a person. Torture and extreme pain is only one way. Hiccup has obviously endured a lot of pain. He's not immune to it but he seems able to manage it."

"So?" growled Dagur, not understanding.

"Let me worry about breaking Hiccup. You worry about your muscles."

Dagur's eyes narrowed. "He's still mind once this is over."

"Of course," Viggo soothed. "I gave you my word."

One brushy brow rose in doubt but Dagur gave a nod and stomped off. He didn't like Viggo's games and didn't trust him whatsoever but he had to be patient if he was ever going to have Hiccup. He just had to bide his time a little longer.

Ryker waited until Dagur was gone before stepping forward, turning toward his brother and leaning his hip against the table. "So…we're actually going through with this?" he asked, his lips tugging upward in a predatory grin. Ever since the night Dagur screwed Hiccup there had been much debate whether or not rape was the way to break Hiccup. Ryker was all for it since it had been so long since he last enjoyed a nice warm body and he rather liked the fear and pain that shown in Hiccup's eyes when he was being tortured. But Viggo had been against all out rape, placing his honor above his own needs. However, there we other ways of fulfilling needs; ways that didn't taint his oh so precious honor so much.

Viggo's face was thoughtful. "Yes," he agreed with a small nod. "Bring him to me."

. . .

It was running how old tricks still worked and fascinated new dragons. Hiccup was sitting on the floor of his cell reflecting candle light off of a spoon and bouncing it along the floor making his new little friend chase after it light he used to with Toothless. He still missed his friend greatly and was constantly plotting a way to find him and save him. So far most of his ideas were a little outlandish and not really feasible but Hiccup knew that sooner or later the Hunters had to come to a port or island for supplies and that was when he would make his move and escape the boat. Then he would find a dragon and get back to the Edge or Berk and get the other Riders then blow the Hunters out of the water once and for all. He didn't even care about the Dragon Eye anymore. His only goal was escape, find Toothless and destroy the Hunters.

He didn't notice when the door to his cell open, his hearing slightly damaged after all the shock treatments. Viggo said it would return in time but Hiccup didn't quite believe him. He didn't believe anything the brothers told him. So when a large foot came into his view of vision he was a little startled and looked up with surprise.

"Come with me," the bald man ordered, grabbing Hiccup's arm and dragging him to his feet when the boy didn't move quickly enough.

Hiccup stumbled in front of him as he was pushed through the corridor toward the captain's chambers. The little Snowfury followed close behind, bounding around his feet happily, thinking they were on some adventure. Hiccup made a clicking sound and the little dragon bounded up into his arms. It brought a sense of comfort to the young Hooligan as he was marched into Viggo's private chambers. He had never been there before and immediately wanted to turn around and leave, a sense of wrongness filling him at entering such a personal place.

"Welcome, Hiccup," Viggo greeted him when he stepped inside. He was void of armor and wore only a simply pair of loose trousers with a long night coat made of expensive fabric and looking strangely regal.

Hiccup glanced around, his mind racing at memories of being tortured rushed to him, but there was no tank of eels or strange rods or a table with long needles ready to be jabbed into his stump again. Still the fear was there, coursing through every inch of his being, humming through his brain until he was frozen to the spot. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice sounding meek and strange to his own ears.

"An experiment," Viggo explained, stepping forward. "To see just how much you truly love dragons."

Hiccup's gaze shifted from Viggo to Ryker as the larger of the two men rounded him. "I don't understand," he said but it all became startling clear when Ryker all but ripped the Snowfury out of his arms and threw it into a cage. "No!" the youth cried, reaching out for it only to be held back by Viggo.

"Sh…" Viggo soothed, holding Hiccup back with ease. "What happens to your little friend is entirely up to you."

The boy glanced at him, his breathing rapid and heart racing as memories of Toothless being carted away filled him. "What…why are you doing this?" he demanded, not understanding why Viggo would give him a dragon to care for then take it away. A part of him knew this was going to happen, felt it in his very soul and yet he had foolishly allowed himself to feel a shimmering of hope.

"I told you we would do whatever was necessary to break you, Haddock," Ryker sneered, locking the cage and giving it a shake for good measure.

"Leave him alone!" Hiccup snarled, a low growl emanating from deep in his throat.

Ryker chuckled as he sauntered back to the boy. "Not so timid now, uh? Found your backbone again, did you?"

Another growl left Hiccup when the man grabbed his chin and yanked his head upward until their gaze met.

"Oh…I'm going to enjoy breaking you this time," Ryker purred, his thumb running over Hiccup's lower lip.

The boy's eyes widened as the meaning of Ryker's words seeped in and once again Hiccup was assaulted by memories of Dagur touching him, filling him, moving inside him and he was nearly sick at the imagery that filled his mind's eye. His brows furrowed as he desperately tried to banish those thoughts.

"Brother, you're frightening the boy," Viggo said, his voice soothing as he let Hiccup go. "This is a simple test of loyalty." He turned away from Hiccup and walked to a low table where a pitcher of wine and three chalices sat.

"Where's Dagur," Hiccup demanded, keeping a watchful eye on Ryker.

"I'm afraid he won't be joining us tonight. Come, sit. We have much to discuss."

Hiccup glanced toward the caged dragon. The little thing was whining and pawing at the cage trying to get out and back to Hiccup. "I don't understand. Why give me an injured dragon to care for then take it away? If this is your way of breaking me you're going about it the wrong way. I won't train dragons for you or tell you Berk's secrets." He steeled himself, ready for Ryker to do the unthinkable and kill the little creature. Normally he would for any dragon's life but he also had his people to protect and sadly that sometimes came with a sacrifice.

"I don't expect you to," Viggo said charmingly. He held up a chalice as if to salute Hiccup. "No, I have a much more interesting proposition for you." He waved the chalice, gesturing for Hiccup to take it.

"And what might that be?" Hiccup asked, ignoring the offered drink.

Viggo shared a look with his brother then smiled slyly at the young man. "I will let your little friend live and even give him back to you, and leave Berk and Dragon Edge alone if you…service us."

Hiccup nearly choked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard him," Ryker rumbled, a large callused hand coming down hard on one of Hiccup's shoulders. "You're going to service us or watch me gut your little friend. It's always best to harvest origins while a dragon is alive, even one as small and young as your Snowfury."

The boy's eyes widened and he looked from Viggo to Ryker and back again. "You've got to be kidding me," he breathed. "Can we go back to the eels?" he asked. Hell he'd even endure the needles or broken bones rather than this.

"I know, I know. It must seem so unbecoming for a feature chief to service another man, let alone two," Viggo mused. He sipped at his drink, his dark brown gaze never leaving Hiccup's. "Think of it this way, Hiccup, you'll be protecting that little dragon and your people by giving us something that Dagur already took. The only difference is you'll be a willing participant this time."

"And if I refuse?"

Ryker squeezed his shoulder. "Oh, please refuse," he rumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Viggo shrugged. "Ryker will kill the hatchling and then we'll take you anyway, we just won't be so gentle. The choice is really yours."

"Oh gods…" Hiccup breathed, stepping back. He glanced to the baby dragon who was still crying for him. He had no choice, either way they would take what they wanted from him, it was only a matter of whether or not he fought them that would determine just how bad things would be. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes but he held them in check as he met Viggo's gaze. "You swear to leave Berk and the Edge alone and free Snowy?" he asked, needing some sort of assurance.

"You have my word. No one," Viggo glanced at Ryker. "will harm your pet."

Hiccup closed his eyes and let out his breath slowly. "What do you want me to do?" he said, doing his best to keep the quiver of emotion out of his voice.

A victorious smile lit Viggo's face as he glanced to his brother then Hiccup. "Strip. Slowly."

Fighting to keep his nerve Hiccup did as he was told. He pulled his tunic over his head, wincing as pain raced through his right hand as he tugged on the fabric. His mending bones didn't want to cooperate so he had to rely on his left hand and with a little extra work he pulled the tunic off. He threw it on the ground and glared at Viggo, hating the amusement dancing over the Hunter's face. Viggo watched quietly while Ryker seemed to take every opportunity to touch him.

"The pants, boy," Ryker growled in his left ear, a hand gripping Hiccup's hip.

Hiccup bit back a retort and untied his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles along with his skivvies and baring himself to both men. He was surprised when Viggo inhaled deeply at the sight of him.

"Much lovelier than I was expecting," Viggo purred as he stood. He crossed the floor to in slow measured steps, his gaze travelling over Hiccup's lithe body. He had not been there for any of Hiccup's baths nor listened to any of the gossip that came from the ladies who were charged with carrying for the boy but now he knew what they were talking about. Hiccup was wiry and slim built, not built like the typical Viking warrior but beautiful nonetheless.

Hiccup stood before him, arms folded across his chest and avoiding the men's gazes as they inspected him. He cringed and jerked as hands touched and caressed him, moving over his narrow chest and down his abs, the small of his back, rear and over his genitals. His hands balled into fists but he kept them tucked under his armpits as he bit his lower lip and focused on the pain of slowly healing hand to keep from shooting his mouth off. But he couldn't stop the sharp intakes of breath and squeaks as he was poked and prodded.

"He still doesn't look like much," Ryker mused, groping Hiccup's ass then pulling the cheeks apart. "But he has nice little ass. I'm sure we can make a woman out of him."

"Don't be so vulgar," Viggo reprimanded, gently rolling Hiccup's testicles in one hand. It did nothing to excite the boy but it didn't matter. With his free hand he opened his trousers then gentle pushed Hiccup to his knees. "Make me nice and wet. I hate to tear you as Dagur did." Hiccup met his gaze then quickly adverted his eyes as he came face to face with Viggo's manhood. When he didn't immediately open his mouth to take in the man's cock, Viggo stroked his cheek. "Has no one given you head before? You poor boy. Take it in your mouth and run your tongue over it. Suckle it even. We want it nice and hard and extremely wet for what's to come next."

Hiccup cringed. He had never don't anything like this before and never wanted to. Having a cock in his mouth felt exceptionally weird and it was near impossible to lick it the way Viggo said to without holding it in his hands which wasn't much better. The sweaty smell caused his nose wrinkle and pubic hair tickled it. It didn't help that Viggo talked the whole time, instructing him on what to do, how and encouraging him to take more and more into his mouth until Hiccup was nearly gagging. It wasn't nearly as bad as when Ryker's turn came up. Where Viggo went slow and gave instruction, Ryker was impatient and trying to ram his meat down Hiccup's throat, not caring if he hurt the youth or not. The first taste of semen curled in Hiccup's stomach and had him vomiting on the floor.

"You'll get used to it," Ryker assured with a booming laugh, his length still hard and dipping cum on Hiccup. He gave the boy only a few minutes to catch his breath before yanking him back to his feet by his hair. "A little more training and you'll be a natural cum slut. We might even be able to make a fair amount selling you into the slave trade seeing as you'll never be chief."

The boy gave a cry and tried to pull his hair free but Ryker had already moved on and was fingering his ass which hurt nearly as much as having the man's huge cock shoved down his throat.

"Gentle, Ryker, we don't want any permanent damage," Viggo cautioned as he smeared a sweet smelling lotion over his engorged length. "Use the lube. Dagur already tore him enough the other day. Besides, weren't you the one who suggested we fuck him together? That is, if Hiccup agrees to that. It'll be much faster than one at a time."

Hiccup looked to him. He was already in pain even though neither had entered his ass yet and desperate to get out of this situation as fast as possible so he didn't really take a moment to consider what it would be like to have two men in him at once. All he wanted was for it to be over with as quickly as possible. "Y…yes," he begged, finding no pleasure at all in what was being done to him.

Viggo beamed. "Excellent. You are a treasure." He made himself slick with lube before passing it on to Ryker. "Stretch him wide open. Perhaps a fist wide and forearm deep?"

Ryker gave that deep rumbling chuckle before shoving Hiccup over the edge of the table and forcing a gag into his mouth. "A fist huh? I'm not if the kid can take an entire fist." But that didn't stop him from lathering up Hiccup's hole and working his fingers into the youth.

The first breach made Hiccup squirm. Ryker only went one knuckle deep with only one finger but burned like nothing Hiccup ever felt before. He tried pulling away but the large man held him down while Viggo watched with captive attention. The second finger did little to help and whimpered and cried as those digits twisted and pumped into him. They bumped something inside of him and rubbed insistently causing a warmth to spread from it and into his belly, causing his deflated dick to stir with the first signs of possible arousal but it was biological and not something Hiccup wanted or even paid attention too. All he knew was a burning pain. By the third finger his body had adjusted a little and the burning subsided a little and turned into a numb pain so that by the fourth and fifth finger he could almost manage it. They were slick and slid in and out of him with a strange sort of ease. That is until Ryker thrust his entire forearm in deep.

Hiccup screamed against the gag. This shouldn't have been able to happen. The human body wasn't made to take something so large into it yet here he was, lying face down on a table with a man's fist shoving in and out of him. He was a virgin, he should not have been able to stretch like this. Even if Dagur had raped him, even if Ryker did lube him and work his muscles slowly…it just wasn't possible. It lasted only a few seconds, a few deep thrusts and hard presses against his prostrate and Hiccup found himself cumming, his seed spilling over his belly and the table in a sticky gooey mess that left him boneless and strangely electrified, as if his entire body was tingling and on fire. He slumped in the mess, his head spinning and confusion filling him at what had just happened.

"Like that, don't you," Ryker taunted, pulling Hiccup into a standing position. "You made a right awful mess on the table."

Fighting to catch his breath, Hiccup tried to come up with a witty comeback but such a thing alluded him as his mind pondered what had just happened. He wasn't given much time to consider it though as Ryker suddenly scooped him up from behind, his arms looping under Hiccup's legs and pulling them apart, the boy's back against his chest and stomach, and hard cock poking at Hiccup's gaping hole.

"Well, now that the prep work's done, time for the real fun," Ryker sneered in his ear a mere moment before slamming into Hiccup. The boy howled in agony, his back arching and legs tensing. There was no poking or gentle slid like with the fingers, this was a brutal ramming assault that tore inner muscles despite all the preparation. Ryker thrust in and out, each one harder and deeper than the first until he found a spot that he liked and settled there while waiting for his brother.

"You didn't just rip his inners to shreds, did you?" Viggo chided as he moved into position between Hiccup's legs, his own cock hard and dripping precum.

"Just getting comfortable," Ryker roused, wiggling his hips and his cock deep inside Hiccup.

Viggo rolled his eyes. "You're missing the point of this exercise," he chided as he slipped his hard length into Hiccup's stuffed hole, as if he and Ryker were having a normal brotherly conversation over a tankard of mead. He gave a low grunt, pulled out and thrust deeper into Hiccup. "If we're to break him we need his body and mind at war with one another. Fucking him like a rag doll is not going to accomplish that." He smiled serenely at Hiccup once he found his place. "Now, Hiccup, bounce."

It sounded so easy but it was far from it. Ryker held Hiccup's legs wide open and to his shoulders leaving the youth to latch onto Viggo for some measure of support but no matter how hard he tried he could bounce in such a position. It was impossible and as such he was punished with the most gruelling and painful pounding to his ass possible imagined. The brothers moved in tandem, one pulling out while the slammed into him, each rubbing against his prostrate, each promising to make him cum yet denying him release and both alternating between painfully squeezing his dick and balls. Through it all there was a sick, twisted sort of pleasure in being handled so roughly. Hiccup couldn't understand nor did he dare try.

His ass was filled with cum until it was spilling out and once the men had both found their relief they set Hiccup on a large chair, Viggo holding him up by his shoulders while Ryker knelt before him. "No more," he pleaded, ready to spill every secret he had just to make it stop. This was worse than the eels or the needles or the broken bones. This was worse because some strange little part of him wanted more and it scared him more than he could admit. "Please…please…no more."

Ryker held his gaze for a long time before dipping his head and taking Hiccup's semi hard length in his mouth. It wasn't like when Hiccup gave the men head. Ryker knew what he was doing and he wasn't doing it to bring Hiccup pleasure. He sucked hard, incredible hard, like a he was trying to suck a mussel out of a shell. His teeth raked over tender flash, scraping and nipping. His tongue laved over wrinkled skin and he swallowed the entire length deep into his throat before sucking even harder. Hiccup thrashed and tried to break free of Viggo, tried to escape for free that Ryker might keep to his word and make him a woman by biting his manhood off. It hurt so much yet there was the horrible undercurrent of pleasure, the two warring within Hiccup until the youth double over and wept uncontrollably, pleading, begging, screaming for Ryker to stop until his world became a blinding white and he fainted, his cheek falling against the man's broad back as consciousness fled from him.

Viggo carefully lifted the boy off his brother and carried him to the waiting tub. "I think that went better than anticipated," he mused, setting about washing the youth.

"Aye, he came harder than I thought he would." He licked his lips, savouring the taste of Hiccup's sweet cum. "Now what?"

"Now the next move is his," the younger brother said, his focus solely on the task at hand. "And we'll see just how much longer it takes him to betray himself."