Breaking Point 14
Viggo had a thing about grand gestures and once he, Ryker and Hiccup now Henryk, were alone in his chambers he pulled a small box from a high shelf and presented it to Henryk. "I had this made especially for an occasion like this, a day when I found my equal. Someone with a mind I can appreciate and admire," he stroked Henryk's cheek lovingly. "I've waited a long time to find someone like you."
He waited as the youth opened the box and smiled at the bewildered look that filled Henryk's bright green eyes. Inside was long piece of twisted black gold in the shape of a dragon. "What is it?" the boy asked, clearly confused.
"A cuff earring," Viggo explained, removing the small item from the box. "I could not give you back your Nightfury but I hope this will show just how much you mean to me." He hummed softly as he ran his thumb over Henryk's left ear. "Of course we'll have to pierce your ear but that's simple enough."
A piercing? Hiccup, no Henryk, he had to remind himself as he touched his own ear. He remembered his friends debating over that when he was young. Snotlout tried once, cried like an infant then tried to play it cool. Why was he thinking of his cousin? It wasn't like Snotlout was worrying over him. He straightened his back and tried to banish his misgivings about having his ear pierced. He wasn't Hiccup anymore, he was Henryk and maybe that meant more than just a haircut and new outlook on life, maybe it meant a bit more of a physical change.
"Henryk?" Viggo asked, drawing him out of his thoughts but it took a moment of two before he realized the man was talking to him.
The boy blinked and looked up.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Viggo purred, smiling reassuringly. "Hiccup is dead. It's time you embrace your new life. This…" He handed the earring cuff to Henryk. "…can be handled later. It's time you discovered the difference between whom you were and who you are now."
"I don't understand," Henryk answered, his brows furrowing. It was just a name change he wasn't any different than he was that morning. He took small metal cup from Viggo of what appeared to be a clear liquid yet had a strong scent that wrinkled his nose. "I thought…"
Viggo stroked his cheek, an amused look in his eyes. "That a new name changes you. No, love, your change will be far deeper. Hiccup is dead, Henryk. He died so you could be born."
The boy opened his mouth but quickly closed it. Viggo had explained that before the ceremony but it all seemed a little unreal. It still seemed unreal.
"Hiccup was a slave. Henryk is a prince and to be celebrated, respected and loved by all," Viggo explained. "You will never be harmed, never forced to do that which you don't want to. All you will know is pleasure unlike anything you've felt before. No one will touch you without permission." He waited to let that sink in before leaning in to brush his lips over Henryk's. "And the first step to this new you is to let Ryker fuck you on our bed in front of me." He felt the boy stiffen and gently took his face in his hands to make him stay still and keep his gaze. "As long as you fear Ryker then Hiccup lives and you will never be free. You want to be free, don't you, Henryk? To have a life free of pain and fear? To one day fly again?"
The boy's bottom lip trembled and he fought to not pull away and show just how scared he was.
"No one is going to hurt you, Henryk. Ryker will never hurt you. Will you, brother?" Viggo said, his voice even and soothing and keeping Henryk's focus entirely on him so much so the youth had forgotten the elder Grimborn was even there until he felt the other man's hands on his back. Henryk tensed right up but didn't pull away.
"No," Ryker rumbled, his large hands moving across Henryk's back then up and down his sides. "I'm just going to help make our boy here a man." He pressed his lips to the back of Henryk's head as he met his brother's gaze, a smile passing between them.
"We're going to make love you, Henryk," Viggo continued, kissing one side of Hiccup's face while Ryker did the same on the opposite side. "Not just sex. You're going to be a part of us, a part that will be cherished and loved."
He held up his metal cup, as did Ryker and clicked them against Henryk's as if in celebration before downing the liquid in one gulp. Henryk followed suit but quickly regretted it when it burned on the way down his throat. Viggo filled the cups once more in another toast to Henryk becoming a man and a part of their little family. Then he kissed the youth once more kissing him, the metal cups falling to the floor as Ryker joined in once more. The kisses peppered along either side of Henryk's neck, Viggo suckling at taunt flesh while Ryker nipped and pressed his teeth into the tight cords along the juncture of the boy's collar bone and neck.
Hiccup…no, Henryk…Henryk, the youth kept reminding himself, moaned and arched his neck, his senses overwhelmed by the hands tugging at his clothing, touching his bare flesh as teeth and tongues teased his neck. The burning of the alcohol created a pleasant warmth in his belly, enhanced even more by the insistent touching of the two men. "Oh Gods," he breathed when someone began rubbing his nipples. He never noticed just how sensitive those were before. His knees felt weak, the only thing holding him being the two men. At some point his tunic was pulled over his head and off. He barely remembered doing the same to Viggo or Ryker following suit. His new leather pants were gone next along with his new boot, being kicked aside along with the other men's clothing. It wasn't long before three naked bodies pressed and rubbed together, each growing hard with need and arousal. At some point his wooden prosthetic went missing and Ryker looped an arm under his knee. It threw Henryk off balance and in advertently triggered a panic attack that sent his mind whirling with images of the first the brothers took him.
"NO!" he gasped, shoving Viggo back and pulling away from Ryker with surprising strength only to stumbling, hop and tumbling onto the bed. He scrambled back, his heart racing as he stared up at the two very naked and larger than him men who were both very, very aroused.
"Henryk, you're alright. Take a deep breath and tell us when you're ready," Viggo soothed, an arm in front of Ryker to keep his brother from invading the boy's space.
The youth stared up at them with wide frightened eyes. It wasn't really Viggo he was looking at but Ryker, Ryker who had abused him, raped him, beaten him in such ways that his body still hurt in places even weeks later. "I can't…I can't do it. Not with him…" he whimpered, cowering back when Ryker growled at him. All he saw was being shoved against a wall or strapped down to a strange chair, table, or even his bed, his ass plundered until it was raw and bleeding, or a thick cock shoved down his throat to the point he could barely breath and was nearly blacking out, of being thrown to other men and being raped over and over again in numerous positions. He pressed the butt of his hands against his eyes and fought to banish the memories. They felt so real, as if it was happening to him all over again.
"It's alright, Henryk," Viggo soothed, keeping his distance as the youth fought with his memories. "Those are Hiccup's memories, not yours, Henryk. You're not Hiccup anymore. He's dead and so are his memories. Those things will never happen to you, Henryk." Or at least shouldn't if Viggo's plan went as it should. "You're safe. Those are just bad memories…bad dreams. You know I will never allow anyone to hurt you. Ryker will never hurt you, Henryk." He kept reinforcing the new name, making sure that the youth stopped associating himself with the silly name he once had and embraced the new name, the new person he was to become. He slowly approached the youth and very gently pulled his hands away from his face. "Have I ever hurt you?"
Henryk stared at him for a long time before slowly shaking his head. With the exception of the first time they had sex which was the first time Hiccup had a double penetration, Viggo had never intentionally hurt him, it had been all Ryker. Yet something deep inside whispered that it had been upon Viggo's order, but he quickly banished that thought. Viggo had always been gentle and loving toward him. He had given him a home and pleasure and all but worshipped his body.
Viggo smiled softly and talked very gently. "Now look at me. Never take your eyes on me, understand?" He waited a moment for Henryk to calm down a little more, the fear and horrid memories still evident in his clouded eyes. It was to be expected. Hiccup had suffered greatly at Ryker's hands but this was no longer Hiccup, this was Henryk and it was time to do away with fear and bring about his new consort. "Get on your hands and knees, my love and just look at me."
Henryk fell in line almost immediately, his reliance and trust in Viggo complete. He was dependant on Viggo and even though he was scared and body humming with tension and the urge to either fight or flee filled every inch of him, he did as he was told, fearful that he might be handed back to the sadist and go back to a life of pain and rape. He knelt as he was told then bent lower and placed his head on Viggo's lap, preparing for the worse. He expected hard callused fingers to dig into his ass, or hard thick meat ripping into him, he wasn't expecting to feel a hot wet tongue to lick over the crevice of his ass. It lapped slowly over his puckered hole, slowly and meticulously before poking at it until it delved inside. Henryk gave a surprised gasp and glanced up at Viggo who only smiled and patted his head like some beloved pet.
Ryker laved up his opening saliva as his tongue poked and wiggled making Henryk's insides feel slippery and warm and the youth moaned into Viggo's lap. It felt good, really good. He tried staying still but couldn't help pushing his hips back wanting more. It was almost as good as when Viggo fingered him. Ryker chuckled, the sound rumbling through the boy's rear and making him whimper.
"See, Henryk, Ryker only wants to pleasure you," Viggo purred, stroking the boy's hair and brushing the bangs out of his eyes. He glanced toward his brother and gave a small nod to proceed.
The elder Grimborn stood and rolled Henryk onto his back. Ah…the boy was still as beautiful as the first day he broke that sweet little ass in. He tried to look non-threatening when he met Hiccup's…nope, Henryk's gaze. It would take a while to get used to the new name and look let alone having to treat him like Viggo precious little pet rather than the toy he had had so much fun breaking. This submissiveness wasn't exactly arousing. He much preferred the rebellious, witty and sarcastic boy who tried fighting him at the beginning. But if this was what Viggo wanted then Ryker would do as his little brother asked. There were plenty of youths out there just waiting for him to break in, like that Astrid girl or even Heather, or that blonde boy with the long hair that was a friend of Hiccup's. Now that brought about enough inspiration to harden his length. Sure the kid's friends may not have found him yet but once he was completely under Viggo's control he could bring the Hunters to them. They could attack Dragon's Edge and enslave all the riders.
Climbing onto the bed he grasped Henryk's hips and lifted them off the bed so that their groins met. He grind against the boy for a moment, grinning when the youth looked away to meet Viggo's gaze then slid his arching cock slowly into that tight warmth. The boy hissed, his insides tightening for a moment before slowly relaxing.
"That's right, Henryk, relax, let him in. You like that. You like being fucked. You want it hard, remember? Let Ryker give you what you want," Viggo purred, bending down to press a kiss to the boy's brow. "This is what you wanted last night, remember?"
The boy's back arched as Ryker pushed in but he didn't fight anymore instead his upper half turned he that his head was cradled in Viggo's lap and a little too close to the man's hard length that gutted up toward his stomach. His hot breath brushed against taunt flesh causing it to quiver and a bead of precum to form. He moaned whorishly as Ryker began to thrust, his thick veins rubbing Hiccup's…no, no, Henryk's insides.
"Tell him what you want, Henryk. Tell him to go as hard as you want," Viggo continued. The boy whimpered in response, not ready to say the words. Viggo cooed at him instead. "Alright Henryk, just let him do his thing. I need you to make me wet inside. I want to be inside you very soon."
Now that Henryk so do. He'd much rather have Viggo between his legs than Ryker. He twisted his upper half a little more so that he could nuzzle the man's cock and lick at the velvety flesh before taking it in his mouth. It wasn't the easiest position but he did his best, licking and suckling, his head bobbing up and down in time with the thrusts deep into his core.
Ryker mumbled, his thrusts getting deeper by continuing the same rhythm as Viggo instructed. While this wasn't his usual kink he did enjoy sharing with his brother and watching the boy suck Viggo off and make him moan and lose himself in that warm mouth. Ryker knew firsthand how good that mouth felt and it was sheer will power that kept him from forcing that boy down on his length and fuck that mouth as he had previously. It made him thrust just a little harder as he thought of that mouth wrapped around him and sucking deeply. It brought about his first orgasm and it squirted into the boy's tight ass. Pulling out he squeezed and jerked his length a few times, spilling his seed over Henryk's quivering body.
The moment Ryker was out the boy rolled over and suckled Viggo's length in earnest, seeming to have forgotten all about Ryker the moment he was gone. But Viggo hadn't forgotten and he hauled the youth up by his arms and pulled him onto his lap, his cock poking at Henryk's dripping ass.
"Ride me, Henryk," the younger of the Grimborn's urged before ravishing him in kisses. And just like that the boy impaled himself, taking Viggo's dick all the way in in one downward thrust. Viggo lied back amongst the pillows and gently stroked the boy's sides. "That's right, Henryk, take it all." He groaned as Henryk began to move, rocking slowly as he bent down to kiss the man. Viggo gestured for Ryker to join them. It was a risky move, making the boy take them both at once but if it worked, if he could convince him that as Henryk he wanted it deep, hard and could easily handle two men at once…that he wanted to, it might be enough to separate the boy from who he used to be.
The boy seemed oblivious to what was going on, his focus entirely on Viggo and the pleasure bubbling in his body. He was hoping Ryker was done with him and didn't even notice when a second pair of hands took hold of his hips. He didn't notice anything until he felt the slid of a second cock push into him. He immediately froze, memories of the gang rape again assaulting him and his breathing hitched and he began hyperventilating as his hands knotted in the sheets.
"Oh gods," he squeaked, his eyes wide and staring at nothing. Ryker kept pushing in as he pulled the boy's hips toward him. Henryk felt so full, his stomach on the verge of busting just like when the warriors filled him, tore him and made bleed. It was happening all over again. He was going to die.
Gentle hands cupped his cheeks and carefully pulled his head downward until his gaze met soft brown eyes. "It's alright, Henryk. Relax," Viggo repeated, stroking his cheeks and behind his ears until slowly, bit by bit he relaxed and accepted both men into him. "Just keep looking at me and rock back and forth. Yes, just like that. Good boy. You like this, Henryk. You like two cocks filling your ass, don't you. It makes you nice and full, doesn't it? There we go. Not so bad, is it? You feel so good don't you?" he kept talking, kept suggesting lewd things that Hiccup would most likely never agree to but this was no longer Hiccup, this was Henryk and by the time Viggo was done with him he would be a needy little whore willing to do anything Viggo wanted, when he wanted it. "Tell Ryker to go harder," he whispered, knowing the boy's body was already conditioned to accept a good hard pounding.
"Harder," Henryk whispered, pushing back into Ryker. "Sweet gods, harder!" he cried a little louder as his prostrate was rubbed over and over again, chasing away the pain and replacing it with pleasure. Or perhaps it was the pain of being so full that made it so good. Whatever it was Ryker did as requested and started thrusting harder, faster and deeper into him until Henryk jerked away from Viggo's hands to grasp at the headboard for support and began bucking back onto both men. He took control of the situation, desperate to feel the euphoria of orgasm. He cried out as Viggo's hot mouth went over his left nipple, nipping and suckling and tugging it with his teeth while Ryker reached between Henryk's legs to stroke and pull on his cock. "Oh gods! Yes, harder! Please harder." He was sweating now, his bangs drooping over his eyes as he pushed back, meeting the men's thrusts. He felt like he was melting, his body a pool of jelly, legs like noodles and arms barely able to keep him up. He was sobbing now. It felt so good and he clasped one hand over Ryker's, certain he could feel both cocks poking out of his stomach.
"Fuck, boy, you can certainly take it now," Ryker growled in his ear before nipping it. "All that training is finally paying off, eh, Henryk?"
"More…please more," the boy begged, his voice loud and echoing throughout not only the room but into the halls. He screamed and squealed in a mix of delight and pain as he was rammed so thoroughly he nearly blacked out. He cried out when the men rolled him, repositioned him so that his back was to Viggo's chest, cock filling him once more as Ryker lifted his legs over his shoulders and bent him over double to pound into him even deeper. Henryk refused to look at him, his face turned toward Viggo who continued whispering in his ear, telling him how good this was, how much he liked it and this was what he, Henryk, wanted most of all. That part of him that was still Hiccup objected to all this but couldn't deny that it felt good, that his body was humming in ecstasy at the deep hard pounding it was taking. He screamed and begged for even more, his hands grasping Ryker's arms when the man bent over him and slammed into his guts. Ryker made him cum not once or twice but three times, his body super sensitized before the men were done. And all the while Henryk screamed for more.
. . .
The youth's needy screams echoed throughout the ship and could be heard over the partying on the deck and as far as the crew counters and mess hall. Dagur froze in his seat as he listened, unable to do anything else. He knew those screams. He had revelled in them many times but he had never thought they could be so loud or so beautiful. It was mesmerizing and stirred his arousal but it also stirred the arousal of some of the men around him.
"They're really going at him tonight," a man chuckled a few tables over, his voice just a little too loud in his drunken state. He elbowed the man beside him, his mead sloshing over the table. "Remember when we got to play with him? Gods, I would have paid Ryker to let us make him scream like that."
The other man chuckled in agreement. "Yeah, but that pretty little mouth of his was kind of busy. I think I like his throat gagging on my meat more than hearing him scream."
A third man nodded. "And he was still so freaking tight even after Ryker pounding him. You remember his face all covered in cum? Almost as beautiful as a woman."
"Think he'll let us play with him again? Just hearing him is making me hard."
Dagur stood, his eyes narrowing as he slowly approached them. He ignored Savage as the man tried to stop him. "Excuse me," he said almost pleasantly, the edge in his voice barely noticeable to anyone who didn't know him. "Exactly who are you talking about?"
The first man looked up at him as if he were a complete idiot but it was most likely just drunkenness and maybe a little arrogance to who exactly Dagur was. "Are you daft?" he grumbled with an unpleasant burp that sank of mead. "Their little whore, the dragon trash."
The second man nodded happily. "You should know, you were fucking him for how long?" He gave a toothy grin when another whorish grin echoed throughout a ship. "Man, I'm getting hard just listening to him."
The third nodded enthusiastically. "Maybe Viggo will let Ryker share him again. There was talk of bringing him here and passing him around so everyone can get a good taste of that tight little ass. Won't be so tight after the lot of us are done with him," he chortled.
Dagur's eyes narrowed and hands fisted. "You really enjoyed him, uh?"
"Dagur…" Savage warned, a hand reaching out to grab his leader's shoulder but knowing better than to actually interfere. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little more…eh quiet?"
"Oh yeah, he's just a little whore. He took all three of us at once. Can you believe it? That thin little body handling three big men like us?" one of them said but Dagur no longer cared. Before he could say anymore his head was slammed against the table and Dagur had kicked the second to the ground, his boot on the man's throat while he drew a sword on the fourth.
"Hiccup belongs to me," the Berserker chief snarled at them. "How dare you touch what is mine!"
The other Hunters dropped their drinks and moved for their weapons to defend their tribesmen. The Berserkers did the same to protect their chieftain.
"Hate to break this to you, Dag-ur," the man that wasn't pinned down told Dagur, a like smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. "That boy doesn't belong to you. If he did he doesn't anymore. He's Viggo and Ryker's little whore. Or haven't you been listening?" He grin grew when there was a high pitch cry that seemed to resound off the walls. "I think he likes them. He's sure louder than he ever was with you."
Dagur snarled and lounged for him and all hell broke loose. Hunters verses Berserkers, swords and maces clashing, chairs and tables being flipped and thrown. It was all out mayhem. Dagur lashed out, his mission to kill the three men that dared touch his Hiccup. He'd kill them first and then he'd kill Ryker and Viggo. How dare they? How dare they touch what was so clearly his? He broke the neck of the man on the ground, his boot crushing the man's windpipe and bones before slitting the throat of the second. Bloodlust controlled him and he would have killed the third man if another Hunter didn't get in his way. It didn't matter how many Hunters he had to kill to get to Hiccup but he was more than willing to kill every Hunter in his way to reach the Hooligan. Hiccup was his and no one else's and it was time that Viggo and Ryker learned that. The problem was there were more than double the number of Hunters to Berserkers and it wasn't long until the Berserkers were overrun and Dagur had to call his men off. There was no winning and two of his men had to hold Dagur back to keep him from getting killed but the chaos was enough that it echoed the ship, overshadowed the sounds of Hiccup's cries until they were no more and an enraged Ryker came stomping into the mess hall.
"What's the meaning of this?" Ryker demanded, his cold brown gaze taking in the destruction and dead in one glance. One of the men, the surviving rapist no less, hurriedly told Ryker what had happened and the tall bald man glared at Dagur as a result. "Gather your men and meet me and Viggo on the deck in ten minutes," he snarled before stomping off.
"Gladly," Dagur growled, shrugging off Savage and Vog. He nodded to the rest of his men and headed topside. If it was a war the brother wanted then he'd give it to them. He was getting Hiccup back one way or another.
He waited nearly twenty minutes for Viggo to show up. Ryker was there on time, looking stern and angry, his arms folded across his chest as he glared down at Dagur, his sword in hand and twitching for a fight. When Viggo arrived he was in his breaches and an elegant robe. He looked a little worn and a sheen sweat adorned his bare chest but was otherwise pleased with himself. The look in his eyes was smug as if he had just won a great victory and he smiled brightly at Dagur when he spotted the Berserker chief.
"Might I ask why you felt it necessary to attack my men?" Viggo drawled, already seeming bored even though Dagur had yet to speak.
Dagur glared at him. "Where's Hiccup?" he demanded, ready for another fight.
No emotion touched Viggo's face. "We sent him to Valhalla only a few hours to go. Is your memory as deranged as the rest of you?"
Dagur gave a snort. "You had a bunch of trash loaded on a perfectly good ship then had Hiccup set it on fire not send him with it. It was some stupid symbolic nonsense."
"He was saying goodbye to his old life and accepting his new one," Viggo explained as if talking to a small child. "Hiccup, for all means and purposes, is dead. It's time you accept that."
"You took him from me to make into your play thing!" Dagur countered, reaching for his sword.
Ryker drew his sword as did the Hunters that still vastly outnumbered the Berserkers and some even drew their bows and poisoned arrows. Dagur only glared at them but he moved his hand away from his sword knowing that he and his men would be laid out on the deck before it was all the way drawn.
"Henryk is far from some play thing," Viggo countered as he adjusted his robe. "And worth far more to me than you and your pitiful armada. I believe our partnership has reached an end. You and your Berserkers are no longer required in this enterprise. You have ten minutes to get your men off this ship or my men will open fire. It will be a shame to send so many well-meaning warriors to Valhalla this night." He gave a moment to let all that set into Dagur's mind before turning away.
"Hiccup is mine!" Dagur yelled after him. "Do you hear me, mine!"
Viggo paused and looked toward him once more. "Then please say hello to him in Valhalla for me," he purred before nodding to Ryker and walking away.
Ryker raised his hand, silently signally his men.
Dagur met his gaze with a cold hard glare. "Berserkers, evacuate to the ships," he ordered, lingering behind long enough to make sure his men were off the ship before leaving himself. "This isn't over, Ryker, I'll be back!" he yelled as he stomped down the gangplank to his much smaller vessel. The Berserker ships pulled away to the north.
"And I'll be waiting," Ryker smirked, watching the ship fade into the horizon before going back to Viggo chambers to enjoy the warmth of their new over sensitised consort, the thrill of battle arousing him as it must have Viggo. It was going to be a long night as the two men ravished Henryk once more until once more the boy was a screaming, writhing mess, begging for more and taken everything they gave him until he could take no more and sleep clogged all their minds.