Breaking Point 16

"Uh…huh…"Henryk moaned as he slowly rocked on Ryker's length. His master had woken him early for their usual morning sex. His heart was still racing from what he could only assume was excitement, as it did every time they came together. This time was different though. Ryker wasn't trying to pound through him like usual instead the man was rather calmly lounging back in the big bed watching him with keen eye, his big hands roaming lazily up and down Henryk's thighs. Apparently it was really early in the morning and he wasn't needed for another hour on deck. The second surprising thing was that Viggo was wide awake and also watching Henryk's every move with hungry eyes but he wasn't giving instructions or directions this time, instead he and Ryker spoke to one another.

"We should make him more toys," Ryker mused, shifting slightly to get as deep as possible in the boy. He toyed with the thin rod poking out of Henryk's urethra making his length hard and causing him to cry out at the sensation as it pressed against the front of his prostrate. "Bigger ones. He can definitely take it." He left the boy's cock and reached up and tweaked Henryk's nipples. "He's so sensitive."

Viggo hummed in thought, his gaze on the boy's hard cock that was high against his belly. "I'm sure we can come up with something suitable." He leisurely stroked the boy's length and fingered the metal rod before leaning forward and giving it a slow long lick from base to tip. He chuckled when Henryk bucked his hips. "Such a needy boy, aren't you Henryk?" he taunted before taking his meat into his mouth, licking and suckling it before swallowing it deep into his throat.

Henryk gave a high pitch whine, his hips bucking forward and insides tightening around Ryker's length. His fingers splayed over Viggo's short cropped hair, holding him in place and moaning in encouragement. Viggo rarely sucked his cock and when he did he did a thorough job of it that left Henryk breathless and mind whirling. "Oh gods…" he moaned, eyes closing and head falling back. He was so stuffed in both ends that he feared he might explode. It felt so good. He bucked harder, needing to cum but knowing the brothers wouldn't let him. It was exciting not knowing when or even if he would be allowed to cum.

He didn't hear the door open or the servant come in with the morning banquet. The young man, only a few years older than Henryk, barely gave them a glance as he went about his work, clearing the table of maps and paperwork and setting it for breakfast. He was used to the brothers antics by now, having walked in on one or both screwing their new pet so it was simply a part of daily life for him. He asked no questions, said nothing to anyone, did his work and left. Neither Viggo nor Ryker ever acknowledged him and so ignored what was going on and focused on his work wanting to be done as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately today was going to be different.

Ryker was just reaching his peak when he noticed the servant setting the table and a wicked idea came to mind. He nudged Viggo, drawing his attention away from Henryk and nodded toward the servant. The young Grimborn glanced past Henryk to the servant before looking back at his brother questioningly. A silent message passed between, neither having to say a word to understand what Ryker wanted to do. He lifted Henryk off his lap causing the boy to groan in disappointment.

"Hey, boy," Ryker called to the servant, the name forgotten over the years and countless faces of previous servants. The servant stood still and stopped what he was doing. He didn't speak, having no tongue to speak with, something that nearly happened to Hiccup with his smart mouth. "Drop your pants." It took a moment but Ryker didn't have to repeat the order, the servant did it immediately. Ryker gave a dark chuckle as he climbed off the bed and dragged Henryk along with him. .

Viggo followed at a much slower pace, more intrigued by what his brother had in mind than participating.

"I bet your cock has never felt the inside of another person," Ryker continued, pulling the youth up behind the servant who was already bent over the table and presenting himself as he had been trained to over the years of servicing not only the brothers but the crew as well. Ryker kicked his legs open a little wider before pushing Henryk in between them. He gave the youth's cock a few hard strokes before lathering it in butter and doing the same with the servant's opening.

"What are you doing?" Henryk asked mesmerised as the head of his length brushed over the other boy's rear. He kind of knew already but he didn't quite understand why.

Ryker stepped behind him, his lips brushing over his ear along the way. "Making you a man, Henryk. When I remove the rod you're going to bury your cock in his ass. I want you to empty you seed inside him and not a drop on the floor understand? Pump it all into him. Trust me, you'll love this." He played with the tip of the rod for a moment before swiftly removing it.

The boy cried out but did as he was told and thrust forward. Thrusting into the servant wasn't easy and Henryk fumbling on his first try, poking a little too hard and smearing some of cum over the servant's ass. He almost lost it right then but Viggo grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed to keep him from shooting his whole load.

"Take a deep breath, Henryk, and go slowly. You'll hurt yourself and him if you just ram into him," Viggo cautioned.

The boy looked confused. "But Ryker…" he tried to explain.

Viggo grinned and glanced at his brother. "Ryker likes pain but it'll be a long time before you reach his tolerance level. Take it slow your first time."

Henryk nodded and tried again. He took the servant's hip in one hand and guided his length with the other, then with a deep breath pushed in. "Oh…" he groaned as he slowly sunk into the older boy. Viggo began giving instructions again but Henryk only heard half of them as his mind whirled with the new sensation. It was as if the servant had rings in his ass and each one rippled, hugging him as he pressed forward. He couldn't help it when he came – just a little – that first thrust. He stayed still of a moment, relishing the alien feeling of filling another person. It was warm and tight and constantly moving. "Oh gods…" he breathed. He began moving when Ryker instructed him to. This was so unlike sex with either of them. Normally Viggo gave instruction while Ryker just took what he wanted not caring how it was done, now they both gave instruction. Viggo told him to find a steady rhythm while Ryker told him to go deep, to ram the servant and use him for his own pleasure. Somehow that felt wrong but Henryk was of no mind to object. He was so close, so very close and it only took a few shallow thrust before he lost himself completely and came so hard he thought he might faint. All the while the servant didn't say a word and only grunted with each thrust. Henryk couldn't understand why he wasn't screaming to the heavens like he was; this was the best feeling ever.

Somehow he managed to not spill a drop as Ryker ordered and when he was done he was pulled from the servant and ravished by the brothers in a chaotic mix of hands, lips and cocks. Everything happened so quickly he had no clue who was in him and who was kissing him.

"Leave," Ryker snarled at the servant who did so as quickly as possible as he hiked up his trousers and darted for the door. He didn't look back, didn't dare.

Henryk was left breathless and knobby kneed when it was all done. His insides tingled and hurt but it was a good hurt. He quickly cleaned himself and dressed as did the brothers. Once he fastened his new prosthetic he flexed his knee, adjusting to the weight of the Gronkle Iron before standing. This was so much better than the peg leg and was unlikely to bend or break, and he wasn't limping as much as before. While Ryker went about commanding the ship Viggo took some time to work with Henryk and the Dragon Eye, debating the next island to visit. He had been letting Henryk work with the Eye more and more since that persona become dominate. But they couldn't roam over maps or inspect the Eye all day as much as they both wanted to. Henryk had dragons to check on while Viggo had Hunters to lead.

It was pretty much a normal day on the ship. Henryk went about his duties, caring for dragons, making sure all were well fed and had plenty of water and injuries checked, cleaned and mended. Sometimes he would pause, his mind slipping from what he was doing as another mind pushed forward, one that was growing increasingly distressed.

"Henryk?" one of the men charged with guarding him asked as they fed a Gronkle to create more Gronkle Iron.

The boy didn't answer at first just stared at the dragon before turning confused emerald eyes toward the two men. "Who?" he asked, not seeming to recognize the name.

The guards looked at one another with a frown. The first slowly lowered his shovel and raised a calming hand. "Henryk, it's okay. You're taking care of the dragons, remember."

The boy frowned and glared at him. "I know what I'm doing," he snapped before looking around lost. "The question is how the Hel did I get here and who's Henryk?"

"Go get Viggo," the first guard instructed the second who quickly did as he was told. They had been warned that this could happen, that Hiccup may come back and would be very confused. "Hey Hiccup, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you."

The youth looked even more confused, his gaze sweeping over the cell in was in, the Gronkle looking at him expectantly and the men guarding him. "Yeah, uh…that's good to know but I hope you don't mind if I check out of here." He gave a small smile at the confused look the remaining guards gave him before throwing his shovel at them, snatching the key from the first guard's belt and darting for the door. He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. "No offense, guys, but as much as I'd like to believe you I have no idea how I got here or what's going on. And I'm pretty sure you aren't the guys with the answers I need." Not that he really wanted answers. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be happy with them. The last thing he clearly remembered was yelling at Ryker at then…nothing but pain and pleasure. His stomach still felt twisted from an overzealous pounding.

Looking around he debated about freeing the dragons and causing a little chaos. Maybe he could hitch a ride on one. He had no clue where he was but if he could get to an island then he'd be able to judge which way to go. But as he reached for one of the locks he stopped, unable to throw the latch, his hand suddenly shaking uncontrollably.

"Henryk…Henryk, stop. You don't want to do that. You don't want to make Ryker mad," one of the guards call, his voice gentle and calming and making the boy war with himself as two minds fought for control.

"I'm not Henryk, I'm Hiccup," the boy breathed, his voice while fighting for control but it was proving increasingly difficult. He couldn't throw a latch, couldn't even free one dragon. Okay, okay, think. If he couldn't save the dragons and escape that way then he had to do something else. He felt as if he was losing his mind and this other person, this other him, was taking over. It felt so weird, like he was warring with himself. A mental battle he felt he was quickly losing. He had to escape. He had to run, to fly, to get away no matter what that meant.

He didn't think only reacted and ran up the steps two at a time until he reached the deck. He glanced around frantically, searching for a passing dragon, anything he might be able to call to him but saw nothing in the air as if the dragons were avoiding the Hunter ships at all cost, not that he blamed them. But there were always sea dragons. They were necessarily his favorite dragons but they would get his as far as the nearest island…if they didn't mistake him for a Hunter and kill him.

His breath hitched when he spotted Ryker and the guard that had ran to get him, and the madman spotted him. He didn't have much time. If he was going to jump overboard he had to do it now. He ran with all his might toward the starboard side of the ship which was closest to him. No one immediately moved to stop, the entire crew confused and surprised by his actions.

"Henryk!" a commanding voice bellowed causing Hiccup to stumble as that strange second feeling reared up inside him. Yet he pushed forward, desperate to make the jump before it was unleashed. He stumbled again as the voice yelled at him. "Henryk!"

Just as Hiccup was about to jump strong arms caught him around the waist and pulled him back. "NO!" he screeched in outrage, struggling against the man holding him.

"Stop," Viggo said calmly, holding him securely from behind. "Sh…stop, Henryk. It's alright…it's alright, Henryk. This is beneath you. You're better than this, stronger than this. Relax, my love. Relax, Henryk."

Hiccup struggled, fighting for control but it was like he was sinking in quick sand and the bog was starting to close in over him. "No! I'm not Henryk…I'm Hiccup!" he choked out. He was drowning and he wasn't even in the water. He fought but he couldn't pull himself to the surface and soon he stilled in Viggo's arms, staring blankly over the vast blue ocean.

"No, my love, you're Henryk. You will always be Henryk," Viggo soothed as he held the youth to him. He shook his head to the warriors who approached to help. He even made Ryker stay back, fearing it may trigger another episode. "Come with me, Henryk. Let's get you something to drink and calm you down. You've had a little too much excitement today." He kept an arm around the youth and led him away from the edge of the ship.

He paused mid step, his brow wrinkling when he spotted a ship he hadn't been expecting to see any time in the near future and then a second. It was still early in the morning, the sun just crisping over the ocean and morning air chilled but it seemed they had company and not of the pleasant sort. The only reason the ship hadn't been spotted sooner was because they had been hidden behind huge sea stacks. No they were approaching quickly, the thumping of war drums echoing over the still sea. He barely had a chance to shove Henryk to the deck before a fiery boulder came wheezing over their heads.

"AMBUSH!" he yelled, dragging Henryk back to his feet and rushing him to the safety of the gangway only to have their way blocked by arrows from the second ship. He whirled around and glared toward the lead enemy ship. "Destroy them!" he ordered

Ryker bellowed orders and the Hunters loaded the catapults to return fire. It was utter chaos as the Berserkers ships, which were considerably smaller that the Hunters, pulled up along either side of the Hunter ship. War cries were hear all around, mixed the howls of the Berserkers. This was not what Viggo needed right now. Henryk had just had an episode and Hiccup had returned if only for a few minutes and now this? He underestimated Dagur. He thought the Berserker would make an attempt like this in the dead of night not first thing in the morning when their guard was low. It was a brilliant move and Viggo would have marvelled over it more if he weren't so concerned over Henryk and preventing him from having another episode so soon. But the surprise attack had taken them off guard and the warriors below deck were shocked awake and only now blearily reaching the deck. Viggo had to join the battle. He was torn and wasn't sure what do to. Dagur was here for Hiccup, there was no doubt about that. If the Berserkers made it aboard they would go for the boy but it was too dangerous to send Henry below deck. If the ship sank there would be very little time to get to him.

His choices were limited. Leave Henryk to push back the Berserkers or stay by his side and trust his men to fend off their enemies. He wasn't given much choice when two deadly sharp spines flew past him, one of which so close that it skimmed across his cheek drawing blood. He shoved Henryk behind a crate as he turned to face his attacker. A familiar silver Razorwhip swooped past before banking and firing again, targeting only Viggo or any guard fool enough to get close to him or Henryk.

"Bring that dragon and its rider down!" Viggo bellowed, pointing toward the Razorwhip. But it meant pulling men from the attacking Berserkers which he couldn't afford to do. "Henryk, stay down and out of sight," he ordered his consort.

"I can fight," the boy objected.

"I know," Viggo agreed but he still wasn't going to let him. Henryk had just had an episode and it could easily happen again in the middle of the battle which would result in either the boy getting killed in the crossfire or fleeing with the Berserkers, especially considering he was willing to throw himself overboard only a few short minutes ago. "Stay here, Henryk," he said firmly and leaving no room for argument.

A dark look clouded the boy's eyes but he didn't argue any further.

Trusting Henryk to do as he was trained to do and follow Viggo's every command, the leader of the Hunters left him and grabbed the nearest bow, loaded it with an arrow and aimed at the rider of the Razorwhip. "I knew you'd be back sooner or later, my dear," he purred softly as he drew the string back. He was caught completely off guard when someone suddenly rushed him, bent low and running quickly, lifting him off his feet and continuing forward to the edge of the ship and then throwing him overboard.

"Like I told Ryker, no one touches a hair on my sister's head," Dagur bellowed after him with a smirk and a wave. "And no one touches Hiccup but me." He threw another Hunter overboard who tried to intercept him before turning on his heel and smiling brightly at Hiccup…until he was kicked in the gut by a metal foot and found a sword at his throat. "Whoa…I think you might be a little confused by what a rescue looks like," he said, a little surprised to be attacked by the dragon rider.

"And just who are you rescuing?" the youth snarled, his arms steady as he held the sword just under Dagur's chin.

"Ah…you?" Dagur answered, a little perplexed. This wasn't exactly how he imagined saving Hiccup. He was expecting the boy to be a little more grateful. He glanced around. His men were holding their own but just barely. It wouldn't be long before Ryker and his men overtook them. "Okay, kid games over. Give me the sword before you hurt…" He gulped when the tip of the blade was pressed harder against his throat to the point a small trail of blood appeared. "Ah…" Annoyed he slapped the blunt side of the sword and knocked it aside. "Look, we've got no time for your brand of funny. Let's go." He gestured toward Windshear as the dragon landed with his sister a few feet away.

"If we're doing this you two better hurry up," Heather called, her keen deep green eyes keeping track of the battle all around them. The Berserkers were outnumbered two to one.

"You heard the lady, move it," Dagur ordered, his patience waning by Hiccup's strange attitude. He went to grab the younger boy's arm only to nearly lose his head. He inhaled deeply then finally lost his temper. He gave a low growled and wretched the sword away from the Hooligan when Hiccup made another wipe for his head. And then, without a second thought, he punched Hiccup so hard the boy was unconscious before he hit the deck.

"Dagur!" Heather yelled in shock, moving to slide off Windshear but her brother was already lifting Hiccup up and making his way toward her. He threw Hiccup up onto the dragon's back behind Heather before scrabbling up as well.

"Go!" he ordered, one hand on Hiccup's back to keep him in from falling.

Windshear opened her wings wide and took to the air.

Dagur gave the Berserker howl to signal the mission's success and to retreat as he kept a firm hand on Hiccup. A victorious smile spread across his face as he caught sight of Viggo bobbing in the sea glaring up at them. "See," he called down pointing at his face, "this is my thinking face. Remember it it's my most dangerous one." He cackled happily as they flew away. Things were finally looking up for him. He had Hiccup, now all he had to do was knock some sense back into him but that would have to wait until they were a safe distance from the Hunters.