Hiccup spent the next few weeks lying in Drago's bed nightly. To his relief, Drago wouldn't always be there, sometimes spending the nights out in a tavern or ruling his new kingdom. On those nights, Hiccup would try to heal himself, taking long hot baths and cleaning the room of the disgusting stench of sweat and sex. It was his only therapy in this hell.
When Drago was there, however, he would subject Hiccup to his vile needs. The boy was forced to spread his legs like a "good wife," as Drago would say, and each time Drago filled his stomach with his putrid seed, he would taunt him with saying how he wished he could get him pregnant. Along with this humiliating task, Hiccup would train with the servants during the day on how to cook and clean properly. Despite this torture he was subjected to, Hiccup refused to lose his hope. He would often search the rooms for any means of escape, and on more than one occasion he has actually tried it. But each time, it proved useless. Drago had guards everywhere, and he realized he would really need to plan out his escape. He feared it would take an eternity.
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Hiccup laid worn and used on Drago's bed, recovering after a few rounds at the man's mercy. His legs were bruised and a puddle of blood and cum lay under his backside. He stared up at the ceiling, hoping that tonight they were finished, that he would be granted sleep. His body ached, limbs on fire, and he could feel Drago's seed settling inside of him. He needed a bath.
His tormentor grunted beside him, getting off the bed and grabbing his cloak. Hiccup didn't move. Slipping his cloak on over his naked body, Drago stopped to admire his lover. He smiled.
"Pet, I have a surprise for you tonight." His voice seemed incredibly loud after the moments of silence they had laid in. Hiccup slowly turned his head to face Drago, looking at him with tired eyes. A surprise? From Drago? That couldn't be good. Hiccup just wanted a hot bath and a long rest. Though somewhere deep inside himself, a part of him that he refused to admit existed, was excited. As the weeks wore on, Hiccup could feel himself slowly giving in to stockholm syndrome, and he fought it desperately. But that side of him felt a tinge of happiness. A surprise from his master? How nice.
Hiccup cursed himself and shook away the thought.
Drago continued, "Because you've been such a good boy today, I think it's about time I gave you a gift." Hiccup's eyes lit up some. A gift... He bit the insides of his cheeks, forcing away the weakness he felt bubbling up.
"My only condition is that you not bathe until afterwards, alright my pet?" The boy was confused, yet intrigued. Why not have him bathe if he was receiving a gift? Hesitant, Hiccup nodded, and Drago made a face. "You should know how to address me by now."
Hiccup swallowed, his throat sore and burning. He chocked out a, "Yes master," before coughing a little. Honestly, Drago was the one who had jammed his swollen cock into the back of Hiccup's throat just moments before, and he expected him to speak perfectly...
Drago smiled. "Good boy. Now, get dressed. Take care not to let any of that," he glanced between Hiccup's legs, "leak out of you." This, Hiccup was used to, and he managed another "yes master" before closing his shaking legs and sitting up. Drago often forced him to carry around his disgusting semen; he got off on it. He would whisper in Hiccup's ear as he struggled not to let it leak, saying that he needed to keep it in so it would take, so he would become full of Drago's offspring. They both knew that this was impossible, but it still managed to scare Hiccup each time, and Drago reveled in the boy's fear.
Hiccup dressed slowly, careful not to let the cum drip into his pants. He knew what punishments awaited him if he dared make a mess. When he was fully dressed, Drago pulled him close and kissed him, wrapping his huge arm around Hiccup's lithe body. Hiccup gritted his teeth, just happy that the man never forced him to kiss back. Drago pulled away and grinned down at his trophy wife. He, too, could see Hiccup slowly faltering in his will, giving in to the man little by little. He just had to be patient, and Hiccup would be his and his alone. Though he doubted the process would go by any faster after what he had in store for tonight.
