1. Viking Fire


    Date: 10/13/2017, Categories: Gay, Author: Tuppie, Source: LushStories

    We were very fortunate for many years in the remote village where I grew up, because we had not been raided by the notorious Vikings that dominated the region. We always lived in fear that one day that could change, and regrettably, eighteen summers after I was born that dreaded day finally came to pass. We offered no resistance to our attackers because that would simply have been futile. They raped and plundered wantonly, and after they had sated their appetites, left with their booty and selected prisoners. I was one of the prisoners. Our uncomfortable return to their settlement took three days. Unlike most of the other prisoners I remained unscathed during this ordeal. It was almost as if I had been singled out for less harsh treatment than the others. My presence also seemed to be a great source of excitement to our captors, and they continually discussed me. Upon our arrival at their settlement I was separated from the other prisoners, and placed in a locked cell on my own. After nightfall two of the captors collected me from my confinement, and took me to a large wooden structure. As we entered I realised that it was an eating area of sorts. An enormous U-shape of dining tables was arranged in this large room, with hairy warriors seated all round gorging on the chunks of meat. When I was led up the centre of the U-shape a hush descended. Reaching the centre of the main table, I observed a giant seated in the middle who was obviously the leader of this clan. He was a ... symbol of virility and looked like a human lion. I had never seen a real lion, only pictures that had been drawn by the more artistic members of our village. I had also never seen red hair as bright as his and it looked like his mane was on fire. He had icy blue eyes that radiated menace, and I could feel my knees shake as his gaze fixed upon me. “Mmmm,” he uttered in the deepest rumble I had ever heard. “Mmmm,” he emitted again, before beckoning one of my two captors over to him. They conversed in a dialect unknown to me. After their conversation my smiling captor returned to my side. As I looked back at the fire lion he too was smiling broadly, with his blue eyes spinning in his head. I was then taken to what appeared to be a bathing room, where I was stripped naked. Two women materialized, after which and I was given the cleaning of my life. My long light blond hair was thoroughly washed, and the meagre facial hair I had proudly begun to cultivate was removed from my face. During this process I learned that the red lion’s name was Ulf. After drying me my entire body I was rubbed with scented oil that smelt like cedar wood. I was then dressed in a white knee length garment and escorted to another room, which contained the largest bed I had ever seen. The bed was covered with a luxuriant animal fur that I did not recognise. I was motioned to lie on the bed before my captors left, bolting the door from the outside. Laying there my thoughts raced through the events of the ...
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