The Raiders From The North

The waves crashed over the side of the longship, soaking our tattered clothes. Some of the prisoners cried out in shock.

“Shut it,” growled a burly raider towering over us, one hand gripping the top of the axe sitting in his belt, the other on a rope attached to the tall sail above us.  

The raid happened so suddenly. The workday had just finished and the townsfolk were starting to filter into the tavern where I lived and worked to drink the night away. Everything seemed normal. Travis, who owned the tavern and had taken me in as an orphaned child not long after I was born just over nineteen years ago, had sent me out to gather firewood from the store outside when the bells from the monastery on the cliff-top started ringing nonstop.

Their constant tolling only meant one thing - raiders.

A few minutes of panic ensued, the townspeople running chaotically all over the place. Some of the men gathered farm tools or whatever they could find as weapons. Others barricaded doors. Others screamed. I grabbed the axe I was carrying and went to help Travis push benches up against the tavern doors.

It all was pointless. In less than an hour, three longboats full of armed raiders had swept through the village, slaughtering anyone who resisted. Travis had been speared as he waved a knife at one of the raiders breaking through the tavern door. “Run, Jayk!” he tried to say, dying on the floor by the door. I stood in shock by the bar as the raider approached me. I dropped my axe in fright and froze. The attacker, much taller, with thick muscles and long blonde hair, decorated leather armour adorning his torso, also stopped, laughing deeply. 

“You’re a pretty thing,” he growled in a thick northern accent, with this weird look in his bright blue eyes. A look of conquest. A look of lust. A look of power. 

“You’re not going to cause us any trouble,” he said as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like I didn’t weigh anything.

I was too scared to do anything, so I just lay limp over this giant’s shoulder as he carried me out of the door.

He walked me through what remained of the village. Many of the timber homes were now ablaze. Some of the inhabitants were being dragged out and forced towards the beach. Many would now be hiding in the woods, I’m sure. 

One of the young men, Sven, a couple of years older than me and the son of the miller, was bent over a bench with his pants ripped off, one of the raiders fucking him from behind grunting loudly. We made brief eye contact with each other before he dropped his head in shame, his body rocking backward and forward. Another group of tall northmen walked past carrying gold and religious treasures from the monastery, laughing and speaking in thick northern accents.

We always lived in fear of northerners attacking, but our town had been mercifully spared for years.

I could see in the distance smoke rising from the monastery on the top of the hill.

Our luck had run out and hell had arrived.

A few dozen townspeople, mostly young men it seemed, were being dragged and thrown onto the waiting longships. I could see my friend Evan a bit further down the beach trying to fight two raiders carrying him between them, laughing at his efforts.

As they tried to throw him onto one of the boats he managed to wriggle free of them, landing on the sand with a loud thud. One of the men who was carrying him kicked him hard in the stomach. He moaned in pain as his body went limp, all his fight leaving him. They easily tossed him onto the boat.

I wasn’t going to fight. I never was the brave one. I was too scared.

I think the tall raider who was carrying me knew that too. As he reached the longship next to the boat Evan had been thrown into he pulled me off his shoulder and he held me in his arms like a father would hold a baby.

“You will be popular, little one,” he grinned.

With one movement he tossed me over the side of the boat, landing hard on a barrel. It looked like the ale from our tavern. Another set of arms pulled me up and dragged me up near the other front where a couple of other boys from the town had been tied together, mouths gagged. They looked at me with despair.

We were now prisoners.

The longboats were eventually loaded with treasure and a few more prisoners, and the northman pushed the boats off the beach and rowed us out of the bay. My eyes welled up as I saw my life burning behind me.

We spent several days at sea, tied and gagged most of the time. The raiders only took our gags off twice a day to feed us hard sea biscuits and drip some water into our mouths. On the second day, one of the other young men tried to resident being fed. After a few slaps didn’t force his mouth open, the biggest raider, who I assumed was the leader, picked him up and threw him over the side.

We all ate and drank after that.

It was a miserable trip. It was freezing. Some of the others were sick from the constant swaying. When the wind picked up waves constantly crashed over the ship. We shivered. I cried. The raiders just laughed.

It was getting colder too. The other boys on the boat and I couldn’t talk but we all knew we were heading north.

To the heathen’s homeland.

One day I was so cold I started losing feeling in my arms. The others weren’t much better off from what I can see. A heavy blanket fell on top of our small group. I looked up to see the raider who had carried me from the tavern. He looked at me briefly before walking to the other side of the boat where he spoke to the man I assumed was in charge.

It was a small mercy but was probably why we survived the journey.

The days were long and hard though. At one point one of the prisoners with me, a young man I didn’t know by name but had seen at the tavern a few times, was hauled to his feet and taken to the front of the boat where the large raider was standing and was placed on his knees in front of him. I could see the raider talking to him but couldn’t make out what he said. Shortly after the boy nodded. The raider then undid his breeches and pulled out his cock, which stood proudly erect among a bush of thick public hair even in the cold. The young man began sucking it. Licking it. The raider groaned in pleasure, slapping the young man’s face as he fucked his mouth. The other northmen stood and laughed, some drinking the ale they had taken from our tavern. Eventually, the large raider grunted loudly and pulled the young man’s head right up into his bush, emptying his seed inside him. He put his cock away, and did up his breeches. Another raider pulled the young man back to our miserable little group, placed the gag back over his mouth and walked away. A moment later a fur blanket was tossed at the boy, a look of shame on his face.

Eventually, a misty coastline came into view, and we sailed into a large lagoon, bordered by towering snow-dusted cliffs. Small snowflakes floated down from the sky, melting as they came near the sea.

Over the side of the boat, I could eventually make out the shapes of buildings and fires. Enough of them to know this was a sizable town. As we got closer I could see other longboats pulled up onto the beach.

Another ship passed us in the opposite direction, heading out to see. The raiders on board waved and hollered at those in our ship.

“Welcome to Harsgard,” a voice growled.

I looked up to see the same raider who took me standing over me, looking towards the beach.

“This is your new home.”

Most of the raiders picked up oars - all except the man who took me and the one I assumed was in charge - and rowed the boat to the shore. 

As we hit the beach with a thud, all of the northerners jumped over to loud cheers. I couldn’t see over the side but it seemed there was quite a crowd.

The treasures and food and drink they had stolen from our town were unloaded before one-by-one we were pulled up and lowered over the side. As my feet hit the beach I almost collapsed - we hadn’t been allowed to stand up in days. Someone grabbed me and held me up.

“Steady boy.” I looked up to see my raider looking down at me, his bright blue eyes looking down at me. I shivered - from fear or cold - I didn’t know.

“What’s your name, boy?” he said, surprisingly gentle hands pulling the gag down from around my mouth,

My voice cracked. It was the first time I had said anything since the raid.

“... Jayk”

He started walking forward, hauling me with him.

“That won’t mean much here,” he laughed, putting the gag back in place.

I felt another arm grab me.

“Take him to the others,” said my raider.

“Yes my lord,” came the reply.

My lord? My body felt even weaker. I was helpless and powerless.

I was taken along the beach, following other raiders pulling other prisoners along. No one had any fight left in them. I tried to keep my eyes on the ground in front of me as we shuffled along the waterfront and up into the town. I could see out of the corner of my eye townspeople going about their business. Wooden houses lined the streets - some were two stories high. All were decorated with detailed wooden carvings. Both men and women wore thick furs. A thin dusting of snow was settling on the higher roofs. The raider leading me stopped at an intersection to let two men push a wagon laden with fish pass. Harsgard linked like a rich town, built on the spoils of raiding.

We climbed through the town until we reached a courtyard in front of a huge wooden building, built on top of a mighty stone castle-like structure. It looked like a great hall, even bigger than the castle our earl had built for himself. It towered high into the sky and had a commanding view over the town. Like the rest of Harsgard, it was decorated in intricate wood carvings. 

I could see about a dozen young men from my town sitting on the ground outside massive wooden doors, two armed raiders with long spears standing above them keeping guard.

The man who was pushing me along roughly shoved me to the ground with them.

It seemed only young men had been taken from our town. What did they want with us? We heard stories of northmen taking slaves and forcing them to fight to the death for sport. Or to be sacrificed to their heathen gods. No one had any way of confirming those rumours, but the thought of them terrified me. I felt a head lean against my shoulder and realised I was sitting next to my friend Evan. Tears were streaming down his face. I started crying again too. 

 

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We weren’t left outside for long. Only a few minutes later a few more raiders came up to the courtyard - some I recognised from our boat - and they kicked us all onto our feet, pulling up those who didn’t have the energy to get up with their arms bound behind their back.

Growling orders, they pushed us into a loose line, then led us along the side of the great hall, down a flight of steps built alongside the mighty stone structure. The steps led down to another courtyard, this one smaller, which had a door built into the side of the stone wall. It looked like it led to the basement underneath the castle-like hall. We were all pushed into the courtyard and forced back onto the ground in a line. The raider at the front of the line banged on the door. 

A moment later it swung open and another northman came out. The man was just as big as the others but was bare-chested. His muscles were huge, his arms thick, long brown hair fell just past his shoulders and he had a thick beard. His chest was covered in a layer of hair that ran down over his abs into his trousers.

He looked at the group of us, leaning over to say something in a low voice to the raider who knocked on the door. Both men laughed and slapped each other on the back before the bare-chested man went back inside, leaving the door open.

Two raiders then pulled one of the prisoners up to his feet and marched him towards the door. I recognised him - it was Timothy, the son of town smith. He was larger and more muscular than the rest of us but was still much smaller than the men who held him. He grunted against his gag, trying to struggle. He was always seen as one of the bravest young men in the town. All the girls wanted him. Some boys secretly too. His effort was pointless though. He was shoved inside and the door shut.

The rest of us looked at each other in fear. What were they going to do to us?

We sat in silence until some time had passed, and the same two raiders came out of the door without Timothy, before heading to the young man who was sitting next to him and shoved him inside, slamming the door behind them.

And so the rest of the afternoon continued. One by one the prisoners were led inside. Door shut. No one emerged. I was so cold I couldn’t feel much anymore. Even when snow started settling on the courtyard we all just sat defeated. I was near the end of the line - Evan was after me - and eventually, I was next to be led inside. 

I didn’t struggle when the two raiders came out and pulled me onto my feet, pulling me inside. 

I knew this was it. This was the end. I couldn’t resist if I tried.

We entered a stone passageway, dimly lit with braziers. Inside they pulled off my gag and untied the ropes that were binding my hands together behind my back. 

My arms ached at the sudden freedom.

The corridor was too narrow for the two men to walk beside me, so one went in front while the other pushed me from behind with the handle of his axe.

We passed closed doors before reaching one that was slightly ajar. I could hear voices inside. The raider in front knocked three times. A moment later the door creaked open further and the bare-chested raider appeared.

I forced my eyes to the floor, looking defeated as I was shoved through the doorway. I felt a hand on the back of my neck pushing me forward. The air suddenly felt much warmer.

“How are you finding Harsgard?”

I looked up, not expecting someone to talk to me, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the even dimmer light in the room. My mouth opened. This was not what I expected.

I was in what looked like a large stone chamber, dimly lit by a fireplace built into the opposite wall, and candles hanging from a vaulted ceiling. A large square pool stood in the middle of the room, steam rising to the surface. In the pool there were two naked young women, kissing, one of them running their fingers through the other’s hair.

I felt the hand squeeze my neck.

“I asked you a question boy.”

I looked up over my shoulder to see the bare-chested man looking down at me, almost possessively.

I stared back in silence. I was too shocked and scared to say anything.

He smirked.

“You’ll learn to like it soon enough,” he said, walking around me to the edge of the pool.

The two women had stopped kissing and were staring at me grinning wickedly.

Putting his hands on his hips the man looked me up and down, almost like he was valuing cattle.

“My name is Hord,” he said in a deep, thick northern accent.

“I am the slave master.”

I stood there in silence. Slavery. That was our future. 

He stepped towards me, growling, his eyes narrowing..

“When I speak to you you will respond - do you understand me boy?”

I raised my head up to look at the man. The slave master.

“,,, yes….master”

Hord smiled.

“Good boy. Learn obedience and you will survive here.”

He clapped his hands and walked over to a stone table at the side of the room. He started arranging some items on the table. I couldn’t see what they were.

“Take off your clothes boy,” he said with his back to me.

I just stood there. Too scared to move.

Hord didn’t like that. He took a few quick steps towards me before swinging his thick arm and slapping my face.

I cried out in pain, staggering back in shock. The women giggled loudly.

He grabbed my chin and made me look directly into his eyes.

“What did I say about obedience boy?”

He pushed my chin away and went back to his table.

I didn’t need to be told again.

I slowly untied the belt that held my cold, wet tunic in place, before taking that off too.

After pulling off my boots, I paused as I fumbled with my breeches. The two women were looking at me eagerly. I suddenly felt very embarrassed.

As I peeled my breeches off I could see Hord looking at me from the corner of my eye. 

Fully naked, I shivered in the cold air.

I stood there for what seemed like a long time, the two women in the pool staring at my nakedness.

Eventually, Hord came back over and stood directly in front of me.

“Hmm you’re a pretty one,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and looking up and down my body.

I didn’t know why these raiders kept calling me pretty. I wasn’t the biggest boy in town. But I was lean. Years of hard work in the bar and taken most of the fat off my body. I guess I was on the skinnier side.

Hord ran his hand through my short brown hair and over the stubble on my chin.

“How old are you, boy?”

“...nineteen summers…master…”

He ran his hand down my chest, and the small patch of hair that had started growing on it recently.

“This will have to go,” he said, almost speaking to himself.

“Only men here have hair on their bodies. You are a slave.”

Hord took a step back. 

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Shaking slightly, I turned around. I felt his eyes on my back.

I then felt large hands grab my ass cheeks.

“Yes, very nice,” he said.

I gulped but didn’t dare move.

He slapped my ass.

“Get in the pool boy,” he said, walking back to the stone table.

I turned around and slowly edged towards the pool, the two women still looking at me and quietly talking to each other.

Awkwardly sitting down, I lowered my legs into the water, moaning as warmth from the pool flooded my legs and up my body. I slipped into the water, finding it was deep enough to come up to my chest. For the first time in many days, my body had feeling. I still didn’t know what was going on. What our fate was. What was about to happen. But after so much pain, even this small comfort felt like heaven. I felt like I was alive.

Hord chuckled.

“I bet that feels good boy, the others felt the same.”

He gestured at the two naked women, who, without a word, each picked up a cloth and what looked like a thick bar of soap and waded to me through the water.

I instinctively covered my manhood in embarrassment, but they both laughed and each reached for an arm. Holding my arms above my head they began to wash me. Rub soap over my neck, my chest, under my arms, down my torso. I jumped when one of them started rubbing the soap bar around my cock and balls. They laughed and more forcibly held my arms up. They had clearly done this before. 

After my front was cleaned one of the women gestured for me to stand up and turn around. I slowly did so, soon after feeling their hands rubbing soap over my back.

They pushed my shoulders down so I was leaning against the side of the pool as they worked further down my back. Eventually, they reached my ass, and I physically jumped as I felt a bar of soap between my ass cheeks.

Hord growled.

“Stay still boy.”

Not wanting to be hit again I did so, letting the woman clean my ass. It was so humiliating but I had no choice.

Even worse, I started to feel my cock harden the more they moved around my asshole. I was glad I was mostly underwater and no one could see. No one had ever touched me there before. 

Eventually the women finished and they moved back to the opposite side of the pool. I didn’t know if I should move so I stood still, ass pointed towards the middle of the pool.

I heard a mighty splash behind me, and looking over my shoulder I saw Hord had jumped into the water, a sharp razor blade in one hand and a small wooden tub in the other.

“Turn around boy,” he said, standing right infront of me as I leaned my back against the side of the pool.

While the water came well up my chest, Hord was so tall it only came somewhat up his abs. I felt a shiver go through me as the much bigger man stood directly in front of me barely inches away. I could feel the heat coming off his body. He was naked. I tried not to look down.

Placing the razor and tub on a ledge, he reached under my arms, effortlessly picked me up, and placed me on the side of the pool. 

Instinctively embarrassed I put my hands in front of my groin, but Hord didn’t say anything. Instead, he picked up the small tub and scooped out a small amount of what looked like a cream with his fingers.

“Don’t move boy,” he said, before rubbing the cream onto my chest, covering the area where my chest hair was growing. The cream was cool on my skin but not uncomfortable.

Hord then began to shave me. First my chest, then he lifted my arms and shaved my armpits. I didn’t move as ordered.

“You are learning obedience boy, that is good, " he said, as he moved to my lower leg, holding it up above the water line. He shaved that leg up to the hand I still had covering my groin. He then started on the other leg, reaching the same spot.

He looked me in the eyes.

“You’re going to have to move your hand,” he said, not unkindly.

I gulped but moved my hand and put it beside me, exposing my now soft manhood.

Scooping out some more cream, he rubbed the area above my cock, running his fingers through the public hair, barely longer than the top of his finger.

I blushed in shame as I started to harden again.

He started carefully shaving the area, grinning.

“Seems you don’t mind a man touching you there boy.”

I looked away in shame.

Hord chuckled deeply.

“You will get very used to it - makes this easier too.”

He carefully shaved around the base of my cock and my balls before he stood away. My now exposed skin down there suddenly felt cold.

“On your hands and knees boy, face the door,” he ordered.

I did what he said, my exposed ass facing Hord and the women at the other end of the pool. I had never felt more exposed and ashamed. And aroused. What was happening to me?

“Don’t worry about them, they like seeing the new stock,” Hord said behind me.

Placing one hand on my ass cheek, Hord then began to shave around my hole, cutting the hair from that most sensitive area. All I could do was close my eyes. I was so humiliated but I was still hard. Why was my body betraying me?

Hord clearly noticed too. 

“Hmm, this boy likes his ass touched too, don’t you boy.”

I didn’t say anything. That earnt me a violent slap across my ass, making me cry out.

‘I asked you a question boy,” Hord growled, resuming his shaving.

“Uhh yes, master.”

“Yes, what boy?”

My cheeks burnt red.
“I like you touching my ass master.”

Hord laughed, playfully slapping my ass again as he sat the razor down beside me.

“And what a pretty ass it is too,” he said, holding both my ass cheeks and spreading them. I kept my eyes on the floor.

“Has anyone been inside that pretty little hole boy,” he said, tracing his finger up and down my crack. I was trying so hard to stifle a moan.

“.... no sir.” Men sleeping with other men was at best frowned upon back home. Some did it of course, but no one ever talked about it.

A moan escaped my lips as Hord fingered the entrance to my hole.

“Pity I’m not allowed a sample before the choosing, although no one will notice this.”

I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as I felt his tongue assault the entrance of my asshole, his beard prickly against the freshly shaven skin surrounding it. As he forced his tongue inside, I involuntarily arched my back and pushed back, forcing his tongue deeper. I could hear him chuckling inside me. 

Then a wave of cold air on my hole as he removed his tongue, forcing another moan out of me at the sudden absence.

“Girls come help,” he growled, before forcing his large face between my ass cheeks.

A moment later I felt a soft hand on my throbbing cock, making me cry out even louder. I looked over my shoulder to see one of the women standing beside Hord, bare breasts now exposed above the waterline. One hand was on the back of Hord’s head, forcing the large man even deeper inside like some ravenous beast, the other hand wrapped around my cock handing hard beneath his tongue assault, stroking its length.

I hung my head as my body struggled to deal with the dual sensations of this man eating my ass and having my dick pulled and jerked.

I couldn’t last long.

It wasn't long before I felt the build-up inside me, the glow in my groin, my balls throbbing with pleasure, and with a loud moan, I came hard against the stone floor, my semen coating the surface under me. I shook as my cock released waves and waves of cum, before I collapsed on the stone floor, physically unable to move.

Hord finally removed his tongue from my ass and I heard the woman move away.

“Couldn’t help myself boy,” Hord said from behind, before pulling himself out of the pool.

“You’re the prettiest of this haul.”

 I could see out of the corner of my eye his huge cock dangling semi-erect between his legs before he pulled his breeches off a hook in the wall and put them on.

“You’re ready now boy, time to join the others,” he said, moving to the door I came though. I was still lying on the floor on my stomach unable to move.

He opened the door and said something quietly, before the two raiders that led me here entered the room.

With almost bored expressions on their faces, like they had seen this plenty of times before, they pulled me up by my arms until I was standing and marched me out of the room into the much colder hallway.

That fear I had not so long ago came washing back over me. I was still naked. Fully exposed. Fully shaved.  Being led somewhere in this strange place.

We eventually stopped in front of another door down the hallway.

One of the raiders pushed it open and shoved me through. The light was also very dim but I made out the shapes of people. Naked people. Then I realised it was the other young men they had taken from the town. All sitting on benches, arms tied behind their backs and feet shackled to large iron rings on the floor. All had been shaved like me.

Some of them looked at me silently as I was pushed down onto a vacant bench, and my hands tied and feet secured, their eyes wide with fear.

Others looked at the floor, their cheeks flushed with shame.

What happened now?

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