Give in.

Your mouth barely wraps around the barbarian's member. Your jaw strains against the girth as you slowly work your way down the shaft. You can barely fit the head until you resort to using both hands while licking the head. The Jarl seemed satisfied as he begins caressing the backside of your head.

"Look at me."

You no longer hesitate when following his orders. It's difficult, staring up to meet his eyes as you lick below his shaft, but you make do in order to please him. He seems to enjoy it when you lick the area between the head and shaft, so you gently caress that spot with your tongue.

"Ahh, your mouth was made for cock."

You try to answer but the barbarians keeps your head from leaving.

"Stay where you are liten gris. I'm very close."

Your mouth starts to ache from the repetitive motion but you persist as you start to taste the salt. Just as the pain was beginning to become unbearable, a gush of unexpected cum fills the back of your mouth. You begin to choke as the barbarian thrusts his cock deeper, forcing you to swallow without consent. Finally he lets go of his grip as he leans back against the bed frame. A mix of cum and spit drizzles down the side of your lips but you are too defeated to wipe it away. Before the Jarl lifts you to your feet, he wipes whatever cum is left on his cock on your face.

You can only imagine how ridiculous you look, face covered in shame while your cock twitches against its metal cage. You forgo the breeches tied between your ankles entirely as the Jarl pushes you towards the cabin door. Suddenly alarmed to be shown in such a disgusting state, you protest. But the Jarl barely seems to notice as he presents you to the working crew with a bellowing voice.

"I, Jarl Rorikson proclaim this thrall, mine! Freyr has witnessed me bear seed into him, so if any man dare touch him, the unlucky bastard will have my axe!"

Rorikson then forced my mouth open and presented my cum covered face for all to see. I tried to cover my privates at the very least but the Jarl forced my hands behind me. The barbarians cheered as they witnessed their Jarls new conquest. I, who was once a soldier, a captain, a crusader no less. Though my body writhed in protest and my face burned from sin, I felt oddly warm leaning back against the bare chested Jarl.