[M4M] The Mead Hall (**WIP**)

[Script Offer] [M4M] The Mead Hall [Viking] [Mdom] [public] [anal] [rape] [degradation] [slapping] [spit] [foodplay] [hatefuck] [part 1?]

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…And are those amethysts on that necklace? But I combed the lord’s chambers before you did. What a find, Skjarn!

Bah, he can keep them, Aegir. It's a fair find. Besides…just look at how they match his eyes! [hearty laugh]

[drink from tankard]

My loot? Crumbs compared to yours but all right.

[calling whistle]

What do you think, boys? He's no sheepskin, but your feet will feel just as well resting on him!

Just look at him, strong and built, with a light dusting of gold fuzz on those thick thighs.

[laughing] Oh he definitely put up a fight, Odvir! [drink again] Slugged me hard in the chin!

But this ass! [growl] Worth it! [slap it] [laugh]

And just look at how pretty his face is. Even his beard looks as fresh as a barley field at dawn. Just makes you want to…[growling, lustily] fuck it up and PLOW it. [laugh]

Oh there’ll definitely be some big “snow storms” this winter, Odvir. Believe me, that field’s gonna be caked with my “snow.”

+Oh believe me, Odvir,
+my boys are gonna feel extra toasty this winter!

[reticently] A type? No, he just—he just happens to be blond, all right, Beirand?

You like him, Yngar? What do you think, I lend him to you for a night, and we settle my debt? He takes cock like champ--tried and tested!

[drink while listening, maybe take a bite of bread]

Well he's got two holes, doesn't he, Valsteg? Maybe if you're nice, Yngar will--

[Someone points out the slave is getting hard.]

[to slave] What, does that excite you, boy? The thought of being used by two men? Or maybe it's being paraded naked in the open air, in front of all these horny men like a piece of meat. Look at them all. Can you feel their eyes sliding across your exposed body, prying every fold open to grope every inch of your body. And you want them, don’t you? You can feel it in your asshole, pulsating, just begging to be fucked and passed like a fucktoy. Because it doesn’t matter whose cock is balls-deep inside you, does it. So long as a man is pumping hard into you, using you as a fuckhole to dump all his seed into. That’s what you want isn’t it? To be fucked? Go on, tell them what a nasty fucking cumslut you are. Well? [slap] Tell them! Tell them what you want! [slap] Louder. [slap] I said, “Louder” you fucking piece of shit, now look at Skjarn over there. Do you see how he’s shaking his head? He doesn’t believe you, do you, Skjarn. No, he doesn’t. Maybe I should bring you over there and gag your throat with his cock. Look, he even pulled it out for you. See how small it is?

[hearty, friendly laugh] Go fuck yourself, Skjarn—his hole’s mine until you pay for it! [good-natured laugh]

No, this slave is going to prove it by getting on his knees—Go on, before I break them for you—and putting his forehead on my feet.

That’s right—kiss it, kiss it! Who fucking owns you, slave? Look up at me. Look who fucking owns you. Hmmph. Fucking worthless.

You feel this bare foot on your head. That’s where you belong, isn’t it? Now, feel how heavy it’s getting? I can crush you if I want. So I’m going to ask again: What do you want?—and say it loudly.

[to Vikings] What do you think, boys? Should we give the little shit what he wants?

[to slave] You heard them.

[sounds of dishes clattering and shattering as you shove everything off to the floor to clear your side of the table]

[darkly] Get on that fucking table. Legs up, bitch, legs up. [disrobing sounds]

I wonder if my cum from this afternoon is still in there. [spit on hole] You’ll need all the lube you can get.

[to Vikings] Pay attention, boys (you especially, Odvir)! This is how a REAL man fucks!

[fucking] [improv dirty talk]

[to Vikings, boisterously] WOOOOOH! YEAH! Fucking take that, bitch!

[more fucking, more dirty talk]

Pass me a tankard, Aegir. Fucking holes is thirsty work. [drink, “accidentally” spill some mead on slave] [facetiously] “Whoops.”
This is the life, huh boys? Mead in one hand, mutton in the other…and an ass on your cock to empty your balls into. Eat, drink, fuck—that’s the life of a man!—the life of a Viking!

[more aggressive fucking]

Oh, turn away if you want, boy. It doesn’t matter. Anywhere you look in this mead hall someone’s getting off to you getting FUCKED. Look at Skjarn over there already beating his meat, can’t even fucking takes his eyes off you. He’d be ramming that cock down that pretty, bearded mouth of yours if I weren’t hunched over you like an animal protecting his meat. Because you’re mine, aren’t you? Your holes, your body, they’re my property, aren’t they? And I decide who—or what—goes in them. Open your mouth, slave. I said op—Good, you’re learning. [spits]
Bailgruf. Don't finish that apple. Hand it here.

[to slave] Oink, oink, little piggy. And don't you drop that apple, because that's all you're getting tonight.

[mocking laugh] That’s right, just close your eyes. That way you can just feel how hard I’m fucking pounding you onto this table. Feel that? Feel. Every. Goddamn thrust? [snickering] This cock just fills you up doesn’t it?

[panting, to Vikings] You see this, boys? How much I’m sweating on this cum rag? How much he’s squirming and bucking underneath me? THIS is what it means to be a man: to utterly own someone else and fuck the shit out of him until his weak little mind can only cope by learning to crave every thrust of a stronger man. Look at this piece of shit. He’s not even fighting anymore. He’s completely submitted to the authority of my cock. [spit] Fucking pathetic.

[to slave] Aww are you crying? Fuuck you’re going to make cum. [light kisses] [dark chuckle] Delicious.

[kiss more ravenously, fucking slows down as your kisses become deeper, more passionate, and more desperate]

[whispering pleadingly, as if remembering some forlorn, distant memory] Please don’t cry, Orik. [kiss] Please don’t… [kiss]

[sharp exhale followed by bitter slap]

[aggressive, hateful fucking] Take it…fucking…take it

[continued fucking] [ragged breathing] Fuck…FUCK I’m going to cum...

[increasingly labored panting] OH shit…Cum with me, boy…fucking cum with m--OH

[cum][continue to improv as needed]

[panting to recovery]

[angry] I said, “cum,” slave! Why didn’t you…[angrier] fucking—[move to choke slave]

[restrained] Let me go, Beirand! He’s MINE and…[quietly, to slave, as if pleading] Don’t I make you feel…

[Beirand and another viking successfully pulls you off. Skjarn is somewhere having trouble finding a clean napkin.]

[raging, to slave] I will fucking CHOKE it out of you next time, you hear me!

[panting, calming down] [long drink]

[calmer] Yngvar. [heavy sigh, better mood] You want a go at the boy?

[smiling, chuckling] Attaboy, that’s what I wanted to hear. He’s yours for the night then. Pound his ass, but don’t break him. He is mine after all!

[coolly but not maliciously] Besides, I- want to deal with him…privately.