Breaking Point 7

It was the best sleep Dagur could remember ever having. He woke up to a warm body pressed next to his and the weight of a head against his shoulder. The smell of soap and scented oils filled his senses and he decided it was a smell he could get used to. It took a moment or two to see passed the fussiness of his mind, a distinct hangover fogging his mind but there were a few things he knew for certain upon opening his eyes; one, Hiccup had rolled over at some point in the night and pressed into his side; and two, both of them had morning wood. Hiccup's pressed against the chieftain's thigh but seemed to go unnoticed. For Dagur it was near unbearable. Ever since he had screwed Hiccup after the electric shock therapy all he could think of was taking Hiccup again, the tight heat of his ass and the way he jumped and squeezed his length when Ryker shocked him one last time was all he could think about. Viggo had insisted Dagur not touch him again but Viggo be damned. Hiccup belonged to Dagur. He always had and always will. That meant he could do what he wanted when he wanted to Hiccup.

Pressing his nose to Hiccup temple he took a long whiff of his freshly shampooed hair and sighed. He could get used to this. Every other time he encountered Hiccup since learning the Berkian trained dragons he had smelt that tang of dragon, of Nightfury to be specific. He didn't like it but this, this was clean and fresh and Dagur liked it a lot.

"I've got a woody," he mumbled against Hiccup's temple. "I want to stick it up your ass…you okay with that?"

The younger boy murmured in his sleep and Dagur took it as an affirmative. He carefully slipped out from under Hiccup and got between his legs. It was only a last minute consideration that made him wet his fingers and gently work Hiccup's hole. The Hooligan heir gave a low hiss, his brows furrows and body tensing but Dagur's fingers slid in with ease.

"Sh…sh…babe, Daddy Dagur's got you," Dagur slurred, chuckling to himself at the fantasy of playing daddy to Hiccup. Oh he could see it. Spanking Hiccup's round globes and other punishments when his lover misbehaved…and Hiccup was good at misbehaving. He stroked Hiccup's gangly legs, noting minute details like faded scars and muscles the youth never had before but must have gained through his years of riding a dragon and gripping the saddle with his legs. He never took the time to notice just how beautiful Hiccup had grown up to be.

Undoing his trousers he pulled out his manhood and gave it a few good strokes. Then, pushing his hard length into Hiccup's quivering hole – it seemed to be literally vibrating around him – Dagur closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. Oh, yes…this was wonderful. This was the type of heat he had longed for. It wrapped around him to tightly, squeezed his manhood in a loving embrace, something he longed for for so long.

Hiccup whimpered underneath him, his legs shifting on either side of Dagur's hips. "No…stop…" he pleaded, a thin line of tears trailing from his eyes. His eyes opened and hands went to Dagur's chest, lightly pushing but with no real force.

"Sh…I've got you," Dagur cooed, pushing harder and deeper. He braced himself on his elbows and met Hiccup's watery gaze, enthralled by the sheer passion in them. Dipping his head he caught Hiccup's lips and ravished them as his pace picked up, going deeper and harder, holding Hiccup down with the force his hips alone. "Gods, your ass is so tight. It's gobbling my cock."

"Dagur…" Hiccup pleaded, his back arching when Dagur found his prostrate and insistently brushed against the bruised muscle. His breath hitched and he grabbed onto the Berserker's shoulders. "Oh Gods!"

Dagur took that as a good sign and went harder. His hips piston forward as he littered Hiccup with rough kisses and hard nips to his neck and shoulder. "Fuck, Hiccup…I'm going cum. Your ass is going to gobble up all my cum. You're going to milk me dry." He lost his rhythm, his hangover and need making his movements erratic and far sooner than he had planned he came, his seed spilling into Hiccup's tight cavern.

Grunting, he flopped down next to Hiccup, drained but happy. "I can get used to this," he chuckled, throwing an arm over his eyes as he fought to catch his breathe. He patted Hiccup's arm and rolled toward him but the dragon rider had already rolled away from him and was facing the wall, presumably falling back to sleep. Dagur gave a frown but shrug it off. Hiccup probably wasn't a morning person and would need a few more hours of beauty sleep. He gave the younger boy a kiss on the back of the head before rolling off the bed and to his feet only to come face to face with a situation he could honestly say he never had to deal with before.

"No! Bad dragon, drop it!" he ordered, trying to keep his voice low and not wake his lover. He made a grab for the little dragon Hiccup had been totting around like some pet. It was gnawing away at his boot…or rather gumming it up. Dagur snagged the boot when the Snowfury gave a yelp and darted off. Once the little creature was a safe distance it growled at the young chieftain and bared its gums. Dagur gave a snort. "Figure…toothless." He shook the saliva off his boot before pulling it on then went in search of its twin…which was in a similar condition. "You best get your pet under control, brother, or I might use his head for a helmet…when he's big enough." He gave a growl at the little dragon causing it to growl back at him, its wings flaring to make itself look bigger. That made Dagur laugh. Okay, so it may be a little cute. He finished dressing and reassembled his armor then checked on Hiccup. The auburn haired youth felt a little cool to the touch but then Hiccup was nude and the blanket covering him not overly warm. So Dagur dismissed it and adjusted the blanket around his brother. Then he left the room to set about his duties, but a small nagging feeling pulled at the back of his mind. A feeling he didn't like.

Hiccup shivered, his body freezing cold regardless of the covers over him. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to Dagur putter about and kept perfectly still when the Berserker spoke and reprimanded the Snowfury. He couldn't bring himself to move or stop him or even defend the little dragon. He was afraid if he moved he would be assaulted again and so he pretended to sleep. When Dagur left and the door closed he let out the breath he had been holding and allowed the tears to consume him once more.

At some point he fell asleep, his mind finally going blank as he was left alone. His body slowly relaxed, all the tensions and knots created by the brothers the night before and then Dagur that morning slowly fading until he fell into a deep sleep. He wasn't sure how long he slept, it could have been minutes, maybe hours or even days but he was awoken by a large hand on his back shaking him roughly. Fear instantly clouded his mind but his body didn't quite catch up.

"Get dress and make yourself presentable," a deep husky voice ordered once Hiccup blinked his bleary eyes open.

"Huh?" Hiccup mumbled only to have his clothing thrown at him.

"Now." The door slammed close.

Hiccup blinked a few more times before finally attempting to move. His whole body hurt and he was so stiff he didn't even think he could move his toes. The pain raced up his legs through his spine right up to his shoulders. It was a struggle to get his clothing on but eventually he did it and even managed to get his prosthetic on before the warrior came back, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of his cell.

"Wha…" he managed but he didn't need to finish. The next moment he was in Viggo's chamber again and being shove into a large chair before the dining table where an elaborate breakfast was set up. He glanced toward to the warrior but he was already marching out the door without so much as a backward glance.

"You're looking a little pale," Viggo observed as he strolled across the room to join Hiccup at the table.

Hiccup was indeed pale. He had paled the moment he stepped in the room and looked frantically about for Ryker, fearing that the older of the brothers would suddenly appear and throwing him over a table to rape again. His eyes kept shifting, expecting him at any moment.

"Ryker will be joining us later," Viggo said, as if reading Hiccup's mind. "Relax and eat."

Hiccup bit his lower lip. "I'm not hungry," he said softly before adding, "Thank you."

Viggo only smiled serenely at him. "Nonsense. Last night was very strenuous…as was this morning I hear."

The boy's cheeks turned bright pink and he gazed down at his hands knotted on his lap. He felt like a child, so scared and uncertain and embarrassed. He couldn't form the words to describe what had happened that morning, nor the night before. All he knew was his body hurt and it was next to impossible not to shift about in his seat. His ass and spine stung as if a thousand of those long torturous needles had been shoved into his behind.

"Don't worry. I have no problem with Dagur taking some of your time. I'm all about sharing," Viggo soothed, placing a hand on Hiccup's shoulder as he walked by. He paused behind Hiccup to take a piece of fruit from the table and bite into it, savoring the taste of plump strawberries. "We came to a port last night while you were entertaining Ryker and me. My chef purchased only the best for us."

"I'm not hungry," Hiccup whispered, his head bowed.

"Yes, you are," Viggo said simply but there was a hint of a threat in his words and so Hiccup tentatively reached out and picked at the berries. Viggo beamed and ran a hand through his hair. "We're going to get along just fine once we break that stubborn streak of yours. You're going to eat until your belly is full then we'll talk." He left Hiccup and went to sit on the other side of the table.

Another man Hiccup didn't recognize appeared and asked Hiccup what he wanted to drink. When Hiccup didn't answer he settled on milk. Then he puttered about, tidying the room while Hiccup and Viggo ate…or at least Viggo ate. Hiccup tried but every bite made him feel worse. He felt empty inside and the food didn't help it just heightened that empty feeling. Not even the milk helped.

Questions burned in his mind and the sensible side of him said to keep them to himself but that side of him that needed to know everything, that needed to understand the world would not let them go. "Why…why did you and Ryker…" he wetted his lips and tried again. "Why did you want me to service you…together?" he asked, his cheeks flaming even redder.

"Why do you refused to answer my questions?" Viggo countered. His gaze met Hiccup's. "You have your secrets, I have mine, but mine are much more beneficial. Eat."

The boy worried his lower lip for a moment then gave in. Yes, the food was not making him feel any better but it was better than the alternative. He kept to the fruits and bread with butter and jams, things Viggo insisted he try if only to make the man happy. Eventually Viggo let him stop, satisfied that Hiccup had ate his fill. The servant quickly cleared the table and wiped it down before playing the Maces and Talons game on the table, exactly as it had been left the last time Viggo and Hiccup had played. Hiccup sighed silently. He should have known that he would be forced to play the game again.

Reluctantly Hiccup made the first move. It was automatic now and he didn't put much thought into his moves. Viggo must have noticed as he filled Hiccup's chalice with wine while remarking how mead was far too common for them. Hiccup didn't by much attention until the man grabbed his wrist and stopped him from making his next move.

"Focus. You could have beaten me two moves ago had you been paying attention," he reprimanded. "You've left your king wide open."

Hiccup stared at the board for a moment then looked up at Viggo. "But the traitor is in place to take your queen," he answered, a little puzzled as to why he was stopped. It was a move he had used against his father many times and had taken days to reach.

Viggo stared at him for a moment before looking at the board with growing amazement. "No, the traitor dies," he said firmly as if Hiccup had cheated.

"Not always," Hiccup argued. "Not if you protect him and redirect the opposing army."

The man looked thoughtful then chuckled when he realized the boy had tricked him. "Did your father teach you that trick?"

The boy shook his head. "My grandfather. He showed him how to beat my Dad when I was ten." He rubbed his arm nervously and hung his head, suddenly fearful that beating Viggo at his own game may not have been the right move.

"Remarkable," Viggo mused, eyeing the youth. He caught Hiccup's chin and made him look up. "When my brother and Dagur first told me of you I thought they were exaggerating. I didn't think someone so young and naïve could be so brilliant."

Hiccup's brows furrowed as he glanced up at the man. "I'm not sure how to respond to that," he said, not quite sure if the compliment was also an insult to his age.

A small smile pulled at the man's lips. "I can show you so much. Teach about the world outside the Archipelago. There is so much you don't know. All I want is the location of the islands you already visited and what dragons you found."

Now Hiccup was confused. Before Viggo had wanted to know everything about Berk and its defenses and the dragons located there but now it seemed that maybe he was going to keep to his word about not harming Berk or the Edge in exchange for servicing him the night before. "You have the Dragon Eye, everything you need is right there."

"Yes, but it will save so much time and resources if you simply tell me what you found and where so that I can determine if it's worth my time travelling to them."

The youth looked at the game board then at his hands. "We didn't really find much of anything," he lied, unable to bring himself to talk about the different dragon species they had discovered. He couldn't let the Hunters find them. "We did find a few lenses for the Eye but nothing else other than a few Terrible Terrors and Night Terrors."

Viggo nodded. "I noticed the lenses. A shame though. I do so hate when people lie to me." He eyed Hiccup with a frown before sighing. "I had hoped that after last night we could work together but I see you need a little more convincing."

Hiccup opened his mouth to object but he couldn't because there was no way he could ever work for or with Viggo. The man hunted and killed dragons for a living while Hiccup fought hard to protect them. Instead he stood, hoping to go back to his room. "I'm sorry to disappoint."

"As am I. Ryker," Viggo called and Hiccup instantly felt a pang of panic as his mind wandered back to the night before. He couldn't do that again.

He stiffened as Ryker strolled in the room, a look of utter amusement plastered on his face. There was a menacing look on his face that utterly unnerved Hiccup.

"Sadly Hiccup has decided he needs another round in the torture chamber," Viggo told Ryker, his voice calm and relaxed as if talking about the weather. "How about…the chair?" he mused, looking Hiccup over.

"Oh?" Ryker asked, raising one brow.

Viggo clasped his hands behind his back and turned away. "Yes. I'll let you do it alone. I have some charts to study. If he can still walk afterwards there's work that can be done on deck. Mustn't get lazy."

"Wait!" Hiccup gasped when Ryker grabbed his arm and started to drag him toward the door.

Viggo glanced over his shoulder at him.

"I…this won't change anything," he said, trying to sound brave. "I won't help you trap dragons."

The man smiled. "You will…in time." He gave Ryker a nod and before Hiccup could say anymore he was thrown over Ryker's shoulder and carried away. Viggo watched with a small frown before shaking his head. "So much potential going to waste. Such a shame."

"Put me down!" Hiccup yelled as his heart raced and a distinct tremble began to take hold of his body. His mind raced with images of eels and electric shocks, long needles being shoved in his stomp, his fingers being broken and of men touching him in places he rather they didn't.

"Stop squirming," the man grunted, immediately squeezing Hiccup's bad leg, making the boy yelp. He ordered two warriors to lock the door to the torture room behind him and strolled into the room. Without a word he dumped Hiccup into a chair that was taller than most. He yanked the boy's boot and prosthetic off then his trousers, throwing them to one corner without a care. The tunic followed a few moments later.

"What are doing?" Hiccup cried, trying to scramble back but had no time to get off the chair before the man grabbed right ankle and tied it to one arm of the chair before quickly doing the same with his amputated left leg, this time tying the knee to the other arm. He tried to untie one, his panic growing, but Ryker grabbed his wrists and shoved them over the boy's head and shackled them to the high head rest. Then, as if that wasn't enough to throw Hiccup off kilter, the back of the chair was lowered so that Hiccup was lounging back with his legs wide open. It didn't take much more for Hiccup to figure out what the man was going to do to him. "No…please, no. Don't do this."

Ryker ignored him as he walked across the room and rummaged through a cabinet. He returned a few minutes later with a tray loaded with some strange looking objects. Hiccup hard a time seeing them from his position but his stomach twisted with anxiety.

"What are those?" he demanded, straining to see but the man didn't answer him as he set it on a table next to and slightly in front of the chair. Instead he opened a small jar and began lubing each item. "Oh gods…" Hiccup breathed.

When Ryker was done his fingers were slick and he stepped in front of the chair. "This room is soundproof so feel free to scream," he informed Hiccup with a twisted sneer. "It only makes me harder."

Hiccup inhaled as he got a glimpse of Ryker's manhood. It looked even bigger than the night before and again he couldn't figure how such a thing was supposed to fit inside him. He jerked when he felt Ryker's thick fingers pressed into his swollen hole. "Don't…" he whimpered, his muscles tightening.

Ryker said nothing and continued to force two fingers into the boy, his nails scraping Hiccup's tender walls. Once they were inside he bent them and stroked at the little bundle of nerves hidden inside. Hiccup tried to fight and twisted his hips but Ryker only pressed harder and deeper, stimulating his already over sensitive muscles. It wasn't long before Hiccup's length came to life.

The man hummed in satisfaction and removed his fingers. He turned to the table and lifted a long thin length of metal with a curved top. He inspected it for a moment or two before turning his focus to Hiccup's twitching length. Hiccup watched in fascinated horror as Ryker stroked his length and gently peeled back his foreskin. "What are you going to do with that?" he asked in a harsh whisper. He was getting increasingly scared. Being touched and fondled was scary enough but Ryker wasn't even talking to him now, his focus entirely on what he was doing. Then Hiccup's breath hitched when the man brought the tip of the rod to the little slit on his cock and pushed it in. "No! Don't do that!" Ryker met his gaze for a moment before shoving the whole length of the rod into his manhood. Hiccup cried out, his back arching at the alien feeling. His length felt filled in some strange way and pressed against something inside him. It felt like he had to pee but couldn't. It took several minutes to catch his breath and settle back down. But Ryker wasn't done. Two little clamps came next and were attached to Hiccup's nipples. They pulled the skin taunt and stung fiercely.

"Now, I'll offer you one last chance to tell me everything you've learned about the Dragon Eye and the islands you explored," Ryker said casually as he picked up a thick long wooden rod that glistened with lube. "If you do we'll just play for a little while, if we don't…well walking will be the least of your worries."

Despite the pain and fear Hiccup was not about to hand over the dragons. He steeled himself, his chest rising and falling as he fought to control his racing heart and rapid breathing. "Never," he growled, trying to sound as threatening as possible but sounding more like a wounded kitten.

Ryker smirked and threw the rod back on the tablet. "Good. I like my boys tight and dry." He slipped between Hiccup's legs, his hard length poking against Hiccup's opening. Leaning over the chair he grasped the back, his hands on either side of Hiccup's head, gave the boy a sick twisted grin, then slammed into him…hard.

Hiccup screamed, his insides feeling as if they were torn to shreds. He tried to twist away but he was trapped and could do nothing to stop Ryker.

"Just how I like it," Ryker purred into Hiccup's ear before pulling out and slamming in again, forcing another scream out of the youth. On and on it went; each thrust deeper and harder than the last. There was no gentleness from Ryker. He wanted Hiccup to suffer and made sure the boy knew it. He could do what he wanted to Hiccup. He could gut the youth, rip out his inners while Hiccup was still alive and delight in showing him his beating heart. But that wasn't what Viggo wanted and Ryker did whatever made his little brother happy so he let Hiccup live but he fucked him to within an inch of his life, relishing his screams and tears and pleas. He enjoyed the way the boy thrashed against his bonds as if he could somehow escape. All it did was turn Ryker on more and made his hips piston faster and harder. When he came it was with a grunt of satisfaction and a roll of his hips. Hiccup, however, fainted and slumped under him. Figures. All that big talk about defending dragons yet couldn't even defend himself.

He pulled out, fixed his trousers and turned back to the table. There he picked smelling salts and placed them under the boy's nose. It took several seconds but soon Hiccup's eyes fluttered open and he gave a dreadful moan. Ryker ignored him and began untying his bonds. Then he shoved the boy to the ground near a bucket of stall cold water and ordered him to clean himself up and get dressed. It was a long process but Ryker was a patient man, he had experience breaking willful boys and he was thoroughly enjoying this one. By the time he was done Hiccup would be the perfect cum slut.

Once Hiccup was dressed – it was amusing watching him fight back tears – Ryker dragged him to the deck, cursing him the entire way as he fumbled and struggled to find his feet. Once there he threw the boy to the deck. "Make yourself useful, brat. You can't lie about all day," he snapped, smirking when Hiccup tumbled to his hands and knees. "You'll find no special treatment here, princess. Find him a bucket of water and some rags. Let him wash the deck on his knees." He spat on the boy before turning away to lead his men. If this didn't crack the Haddock boy then he would simply keep fucking him until he did, and he would enjoy every moment of it.

He failed to notice the look on Dagur's face when Hiccup hit the deck on his side hard and the start of concern in the Berserker's eyes.