vigorli

Title: The Auction
Series: This fic is part of an as yet unnamed series of standalone pieces.
Beta: indigo17, who beat this one out of me!
Rating: NC17
Warnings: AU, Angst, bastard!Viggo, brutality, kinda noncon -,
Summary: Lord Viggo gets a new slave and begins to break him in....

Viggo swaggered into the auction room, closely followed by his chief of staff and his bodyguards. His head bodyguard, Karl, found him a seat in the front of the room where he would have an excellent view of the goods being auctioned.

Viggo yawned as yet another average-looking underfed slave was led onto the platform in front of him. Sean, his right hand man, had promised him that there was an item of interest being auctioned off today, but Viggo had yet to see anything other than mediocre goods, the same kind that could be found in any whore house in the city. He leaned over to where Sean was sat next to him.

“Where’s this stunning piece of meat, then?” he asked, annoyed that he had been dragged all the way out here for nothing.

“If I may counsel patience, my Lord, he should be the next item.” Sean replied, hoping to soothe his master’s troubled temper. He was partially successful – Viggo sat back in his chair but continued glowering at the world. This was, Sean reflected, a fairly normal state of affairs as far as Viggo was concerned and could thus be counted as a total success. If his contact had been correct - and Sean was sure that he had learned the folly of exaggeration - the next sale item was something out of the ordinary indeed and it was possible that it might even bring a smile to the face of his lordship; if only by virtue of the fact that it was, by all accounts, untaken.

The room went silent as the next slave was led onto the podium. Sean saw a cruel smile spread across his master’s fair visage as he feasted on the sight of the young boy displayed before them. The lad had a face that had surely been stolen from an angel, with soft brown curls and large eyes with long lashes through which he gazed, as a startled deer, at the world.

His willowy body was as slim as the other slaves displayed here today. Well fed meat was still useful for work and so rarely sold at auction. What made this young man unusual then, aside from his face, was the solid metal belt girding his loins. The belt was secured with a padlock, the key of which was hung around the neck of this unearthly creature, as was required by the auction rules.

Viggo leaned over once again.

“I will have him.” Sean did not doubt his master’s words, once his Lord set his heart upon a chattel it was rare that he did not get his way. Indeed, it was rare for his lord to be denied his wishes at all.

The bidding was not long, Viggo’s spending power was immense and the other buyers at the sale simply could not match him. Having purchased his pretty, Viggo adjourned to the local tavern with Karl, leaving Sean and Marton to take care of the trifling details of payment and the transportation of his new slave to Viggo’s carriage.

Sean sighed as he went round to the back room of the auction house, the amount of coin he handed to the clerk was enough to feed a village for a year but of course his master was interested only in his own pleasure.

He fastened the shackles, brought along for the purpose, around the slave’s neck, wrists and ankles. The heavy chains connecting the bindings would give the boy pause for thought if he had any ideas of running away or making trouble.

Running away was the furthest thing in the boy’s mind right now. He knew nothing about the men who were collecting him but he was glad to be leaving the auction house. The other slaves had refused to talk to him because of the belt he wore, the belt he had always worn - or so it sometimes seemed to him. Orlando knew his memory was not perfect, he had spent too much of his life in a daze for that, but he had no memories at all of a time when he was not restricted in this way. For him there was no other way to be.

He was led to a handsomely decorated carriage pulled by two beautiful horses that sat outside the town’s only tavern. The big man got in ahead of him and helped him up the steps, mindful of the chains that had been recently secured in place on the boy’s slight form.

The length of chain hanging free from his collar was attached securely to a hook on the wall of the carriage, and the large blonde man gestured to a pile of cushions, indicating that he could sit down. Orlando sank gratefully onto the cushions, flinching when a hand appeared by his face.

“It’s alright, lad, I’m not going to hurt you; just getting your key to give to your new master.” The man’s voice was gentle, and his actions the same. Orlando wondered who his master was. Surely it was this man who had bought him.

“My name is Sean; you can address me as Sir. Your master, M’lord Viggo will be here in a moment. Marton has gone to fetch his Lordship and Karl from the tavern. You will address his Lordship as Master, you can call everyone else Sir or Ma’am as appropriate. You will not speak unless you are asked a question and you will obey at all times. Do you understand?” Sean lifted Orlando’s chin with a finger, gazing into startled brown eyes.

“Yes sir, I understand,” Orlando spoke in a clear voice, hoping that he was behaving correctly.

“Good boy.” Sean paused a moment. “What’s your name, boy? It probably won’t get used very often, but it’s worth knowing just the same.”

“I…my name is Orlando, sir.” Sean nodded, noting down the name on Orlando’s documents, which had him listed only by the number he had been auctioned under.

They sat quietly until the door was slammed open and Lord Viggo climbed into the carriage. He nodded to Sean, holding out his hand for the key to Orlando’s belt. Once he had it in his possession he took his seat on the cushioned bench opposite the plainer seat on which the other man sat. Karl followed him into the vehicle and took his own seat next to Sean.

Orlando jumped as the carriage began to move; Viggo just laughed and tightened up his chains, further restricting his movement, and then proceeded to ignore his new slave for the remainder of the journey home, choosing instead to discuss the running of his estate with the other two men in the coach.

Once they arrived at Viggo’s castle, some miles out from the town, the three men descended from the carriage and had almost reached the door before the Lord remembered that he had made a purchase that day.

“Sean, go and get the boy. I want him cleaned up and waiting for me in my bedroom after dinner,” Viggo ordered, sparing no thought as to his new slave’s well being.

“Very good, M’lord. Would you like him fed as well?” Sean asked, he at least knew what it was to be hungry and frightened and if he couldn’t help with the latter he would at least do what he could about the former.

“Hmm…you might as well. He’s going to be very busy tonight.” Viggo said with a smirk, entering the castle with Karl and leaving Sean to see to Orlando.

Sean walked back over to the coach and fetched the lad out, using the chain as a leash and taking him into the castle silently, lost in his own thoughts. Orlando himself was awestruck by the huge castle, looking around with wonder when he thought he wouldn’t be observed doing so.

As they reached the kitchen, Orli became aware of a rather heavenly smell. Sean pushed open the kitchen door and greeted the slave working within.

“Livvie! Do you think you might spare a bowl of that excellent stew I know you’re brewing up for his Lordship’s latest purchase, here?” Sean tugged on the leash, pulling Orlando further into the kitchen and exposing him to the stares of the kitchen slaves.

“Course you can, Sean,” Liv veritably cooed at the man, making Orlando wonder if they were paired. He took the bowl he was given and obediently drank the contents, half listening to the conversations taking place around him.

One thing they all seemed to have in common was a fear of their master; his master too. Orli wondered if he would have been better off in the auction house after all. He sighed as he finished his dinner, wondering what to do with the wooden bowl, he couldn’t very well wash it up, Sean held the chain far too short for that. As if reading his mind, a young slave took the bowl from his hands and whisked it off to the sink.

“All done? Come on then lad, let’s get you cleaned up.” Sean made his farewells and then took Orlando up to the bathing rooms where he handed the boy a wet cloth and a bar of soap.

“You can clean your own self off, laddie, but don’t try anything ‘cos I’m right here.” So saying, Sean let the chain drop and watched as Orlando cleaned himself off quickly but thoroughly, skipping only the area covered by the belt.

“Sir?” He asked tentatively, worried he would be struck for speaking out of turn.

“Yes. Orlando?” Sean replied. He was a lenient taskmaster; as long as Orlando was respectful he had no problem with the boy initiating conversation.

“I…I can clean under it, if you want me to?” the question was clear in Orlando’s voice and Sean considered a moment before nodding.

“Uhm…may I relieve myself also?” The young man’s voice was positively tremulous now, his fear almost palpable to Sean.

“Yes lad; for heaven’s sake, relieve yourself; and remember that his Lordship will whip you, if you show him the same impudence that you’ve shown me.” Sean spoke more harshly than he’d intended but, really, anything that might stop the slave speaking up like that in front of Lord Viggo, who was a very hard master, was for the better really.

Orlando nodded and returned to his washing, finishing off quickly and returning to Sean’s side, eye’s fixed to the floor as he awaited orders.

“Did they teach you NOTHING at your previous position boy? Kneel before your betters.” As he said this, Sean aimed a hard swipe at Orlando’s head; not hard enough to mark but hard enough that the boy would remember his lesson.

“Sorry, sir,” Orlando murmured, dropping to his knees at Sean’s feet, barely breathing as he waited the older man’s next move. Sean rose to his feet, grabbing Orlando’s leash and yanking hard on it, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be rid of the boy for the day at least.

“On your feet, lad,” he ordered, walking fast in front of Orlando, who had difficulty keeping pace with the long strides of the other man, hampered as he was by the shackles and chains adorning his body.

Sean pushed open the door of a particularly opulent room; dragging Orlando into the centre of it and having him kneel again. The blonde man then took a key from his trouser pocket and unlocked the shackles, removing all the bonds from Orlando’s body excepting the collar and the chastity belt. These would be removed only by Viggo, the belt that night and the collar when he got fed up with his slave, as he inevitably did.

Attaching the lead-chain once more, Sean tethered the boy to a hook in the floor.

“You’ll wait here for his Lordship. If you’re wise, you’ll wait silently and on your knees. If you’re stupid, tonight will be even more painful.” Sean shot Orlando a steely glare, warning him against any protest or query he might be about to make.

With one last sweeping glance around the room, checking that all was in readiness Sean left the room, leaving Orlando to ponder his fate and fear the pain that he had been promised later that night, when his Master returned to his bedchambers.

Viggo stalked towards his chambers, his dinner had been excellent and he had his new slave to take. All in all it had been a good day; several of his tenants who had been late with their payments had been evicted, he had had plenty of his favourite wine and now he had the pleasure of a boy to break.

Pushing the door open, Viggo smiled at the picture presented by his slave. The boy was kneeling in position where Sean had left him and now he looked up at Viggo as the man pushed the door open. Viggo strode across the chamber to him and slapped him hard around the face.

“Who said you had the right to look at me?” the aristocrat snarled, yanking Orlando’s head up by his hair, causing the young man to nearly choke as the collar tightened around his neck.

“I… I’m sorry Master,” Orlando managed to choke out before his breath was torn away from him. Viggo abruptly let go of his hair, cuffing him once around the back of his head, causing the boy to slump forward on his knees.

Viggo walked around in front of him, unfastened the chain from it’s tether and then from the collar around Orlando’s neck. He used the boy’s hair to pull him up onto his feet and dragged him over to the bed.

Having dumped the boy on the bed, Lord Viggo stepped back to undress. He stripped quickly; he had been looking forward to this since he had first laid eyes on his prize back at the auction house. It had been a long time since such an exquisite creature had become available in the small town that housed the only auction facility within a days drive of his residence.

“Kneel boy, it is time to put you to work,” he ordered Orlando whilst he finished undressing; he unfastened his trousers, revealing his impressive erection to the lad, who looked at it, wondering what was going to happen to him.

Orlando was one of those slaves who had been bred specifically to be kept pure and then sold off to the highest bidder as soon as he was of age. Lord Viggo himself kept a stable of slaves, all of whom were fitted with belts, just waiting for Viggo to be in the mood to take them. Unlike Orlando though, most of these slaves knew their fate, Orlando was of a different breed altogether; he had never been informed of what would be in store for him when he was sold.

Viggo strode over to the bed, swinging Orlando’s key from his finger. He sat on the bed next to the kneeling slave and used the key to open the padlock fastening his metal chastity belt. Orlando gasped softly as the belt was removed from his body and he was without it for the first time in his life, as far as he could remember.

“Get on your hands and knees slave,” Viggo ordered curtly. He was eager to bury himself within the tight heat of his virgin slave. Orlando did as he was told, careful to keep his gaze firmly on the bed; he didn’t want to get another slap for his impertinence.

Viggo did not waste any time in preparing his slave. The boy was his property, there for his use and his pleasure. At this moment, his pleasure was to be found by taking Orlando roughly, not giving so much as a thought for the boy’s pleasure or health.
The one allowance that Lord Viggo was willing to make to Orlando’s virginity was to spare the few seconds which it took to spread oil on his aroused cock. It had to be admitted that this generous deed had selfish derivations as the man had found that taking slaves, especially slaves who were unused to being penetrated, without oil could sometimes lead to painful friction on his own genitalia.

Viggo lined himself up behind Orlando, giving the lad just enough time to get scared before he pushed in with a grunt of pleasure. Orlando’s own groan was much less pleasure filled. Whatever it was that this man was doing to him hurt and his reflexes kicked in, making him struggle with Viggo, trying to get away from the pain. One of Viggo’s arms clamped around his waist and held him firmly in place.

As the slave fought his master, Viggo simply enjoyed the sensations that Orlando’s movement created. He would beat the disobedience out of his slave later, when he had found his release within the boy’s body. Orlando screamed as Viggo began to thrust properly, his manhood tearing the sensitive skin of Orlando’s passage. Viggo let out a cry of his own as he saw the blood on his cock as he drew back. He pulled out of Orlando and pushed the boy onto the floor.

“If you get blood on my sheets I will be most displeased,” he growled, climbing down off his bed and positioning Orlando once more on his hands and knees before repositioning himself and pushing into Orlando again; the boy’s howl of pain was muffled as Viggo grabbed the back of his collar in order to gain purchase as his thrusts gained speed and force.

Orlando stopped his struggles as his breath was restricted. All his efforts were now engaged in his continued battle to breathe. The room around him started to fade as the pain of the fucking he was receiving, combined with the lack of air in his lungs was beginning to make him black out. Viggo muttered in vague annoyance as his slave flopped forwards; however the aristocrat was close to orgasm and soon found his relief in Orlando’s limp form.

Viggo rested a moment where he was and then pulled out of Orlando. He wiped his sweat coated hand on the boy’s hair before walking off to the bathing rooms to clean himself off.

Much to his displeasure, on Viggo’s return to the bed chamber, Orlando was still lying where he had been left. Viggo decided to give the boy a lesson to help him learn to obey; he leant down and took hold of the long curls cascading down his slave’s back.

Orlando woke with a start as he was pulled steadily upwards by the hand in his hair, the sharp pain rousing him from his reverie. Rising quickly to his knees as directed, he winced as the sudden movement provoked fresh pain in the torn flesh of his passage.

Viggo looked down at the bent form of his slave. The boy was clearly in pain, but not nearly enough for Viggo’s liking. The boy had struggled when he was being taken by his master and worse, he had bled on Lord Viggo’s cock; that was not to Viggo’s liking at all.

He raised his hand and aimed a sharp slap at the bowed head in front of him. Several more blows followed the first, culminating in a strike hard enough to send Orlando to the floor. The boy struggled back to his knees and found himself looking up into his Master’s eyes, his chin held by a firm hand.

“You have displeased me boy. Do you know what it is that has angered me?”

“N…no Master,” Orlando said shaking his head tentatively.

“First, you have struggled against me whilst I was taking my pleasure in your body; second, you have bled on my bed linen. That cloth is worth more than you are boy and if it is ruined, the cost will come out of your hide.”

From the way Viggo spoke, Orlando gathered that his transgressions were terrible enough to be grievously ashamed of.

“I…I’m sorry Master, I will try not to behave so terribly again,” Orlando stuttered, hoping to avert further punishment. Viggo nodded and let go of Orlando’s chin. He stood up, eyeing the boy speculatively.

“Tell me slave, have you ever given a man pleasure with your mouth?” Viggo asked, gazing sternly down at Orlando, he didn’t stop to wait for an answer, simply pulled on the cord holding his robe shut and stuck his virile manhood in Orlando’s mouth, which the boy had opened to answer him.

Orlando almost choked as his mouth was suddenly filled with cock; he quickly fought down the reflex to bite as he did not want to be punished further that night. Viggo smiled with pleasure as the boy swallowed around his erection. Orlando struggled to breathe around the large manhood in his mouth all the whilst being careful not to accidentally bite down on it.

Viggo gasped as he came for the second time that night. This time was much more satisfying than the previous in many ways as the boy had stopped his whining and struggling and was now obeying as a good slave ought.

Viggo pulled on his sleeping pants and got into his bed. Coming across Orlando’s lead chain, he decided to restrain the boy during the night just in case he got any ideas. Attaching one end to the collar, Viggo used the chain to drag Orlando to the foot of the bed and tethered him in place on the stone floor by the end of the bed.

Lord Viggo slept peacefully that night, his slave considerably less so.