I'm deep in a forest, walking; I've taken a wrong turn and it's getting late. I come upon a log cabin, lights are on, and smoke is coming from the chimney. I decide it's my only hope to ask for shelter.
I knock, and the door is opened by a bare chested Viking...
He looks me up and down, and beckons me in. At the hearth I lock eyes with the Chieftain, who commands that I must serve them to earn my keep. He looks down my body, and to my eyes again, and I understand.
I look around to see ten of them. I'm shown into a small room, and told I can change out of my travel clothes. I'm handed a tunic.
When I put it on, it barely comes down below my waist, leaving my ass exposed. I accept my fate, and go out to the group to find them now in various states of nakedness. The Chieftain's cock is enormous.
Nervous and vulnerable, I serve them mead from a jug on the table and as I turn to each, another slaps my bare white ass cheeks.
I submit myself to the Chieftain and kneel, and take his godlike shaft in my hands, then in my mouth as his strong hands first caress my head, then guide, then push me down until I swallow and deep throat his shaft.
I then feel another set of strong hands - this time on my hips, parting my legs. I feel the head of a hard cock stroking my ass cheeks. I have an urge to look to see who is behind me but I'm held tight and not allowed. For my first time, and anonymous cock is behind me, about to enter me, and I have not seen his face.
I realise I don't want to, or need to see him. Only feel him. Only please him. Only to serve him.
I feel cool lube being squirted on me. A moment of gratitude that they're supplied with lube to ease the entry. With my throat filled with cock, I arch my back to presnet my hole, and I offer myself willingly.
The Bull presses against my hole, pushes and I relax and push back. My hole stretches as he pushes into me and I feel like I'm being torn open, but still I push back eagerly. Someone says "He wants it, he takes it willingly!" ... then...
When I think I can't....
I can't take it....
I will die here tonight...
The Bull slides deep inside me and roars with pleasure as I twitch and tighten around his shaft.
The Chieftain holds my head and pumps, and warm thick spurts of man-juice shoot deep into my throat, and I gulp it all down gratefully.
I'm being held down, the Bull's massive shaft ploughing, plundering deep inside me as his strong hands grip my hips and he pulls my body onto his man-cock and he moans with pleasure, pumping and releasing his pleasure inside me.
This is my purpose now, my life, to serve these Men. They pick me up now and hold me, holding my legs apart as they take it in turns plundering my hole, and I lose all control of myself and my cream oozes out of my own cock - is it my point of pleasure any more? my body only exists to serve, to be taken. For hours they plunder me, my body slippery with my juices and theirs, leaking out of me and providing the lube for the next entry.
In the small hours of the night, they are done. The Chieftain stands and beckons me to his bed...
I sleep soundly, feeling safe in his arms, and in the morning I wake and eagerly take him into my mouth again. His pleasure fills my mouth and throat.
I go out, naked, to serve them breakfast, and take turns blowing each of them, gratefully and willingly, gulping down their sweet nectar.
I thank them for their shelter and for taking care of me... and bid them farewell, until next time. I'll remember where that cabin is, next time I have the urge to be filled and completed by real Men.