Three days have passed.

It's been three days since the bonfire and the night of my capture. They've replaced the shackles around my wrists with a smaller one around my cock. I've heard about metal chastity cages being used in the citadel, to train the more lustful initiates their vows of chastity but here I was actually wearing one. Not properly uncaged yet restraining. The way the metal pressed forward my balls and shaft made them stand out all the more. Despite not being given more than a foot of coarse fabric the unnecessary bulge the device created made it all the more obvious. The slightest quick movement or wrong angle left my entire lower half exposed. At times I wondered if there was even a point to wearing what little they gave me but I did so anyway in fear of being punished.

Peter has been locked.

But despite my lack of clothing, none of the Northlanders made any special advances. Rather they all kept their distance and even showed some varying degrees of respect. One would bring my meals inside the tent and leave without saying a word and another would accompany me should I ever leave to explore the encampment. Abo would later tell me it was because Vorro had already claimed me and that no one dared challenge his authority. However barbaric their traditions were, it still instilled a strange sense of pride in me. The once revealing cage instilled a sense of safety, that with it on at least no one but Vorro could touch me. Most of my time spent in Vorro's encampment was spent with Abo, who was the only one who'd speak to me without fear or disdain. He would steadily educate me on the Northling's culture and answer whatever questions I had garnered from the night before.

"Why haven't I seen any Northern women? Did none survive the trip?"

Abo shook his head, as often as he did while going about his daily chores.

"Women are not allowed on long voyages, especially ones pathed for war."

During my time with him I've noticed Abo was particularly observant, able to find the slightest shift in my emotions and act accordingly. And so, upon seeing the confused look on my face he decided to explain further.

"It's seen as bad luck. The Old Gods of the Sea love stealing away women and turning them into sirens. Famous battles have been lost because one or two ships couldn't make it out of a bad storm. But for whatever reason, if a Yarl feels compelled to bring one onboard he must conceal it without the crew's knowing. If it's found out it'll cause chaos and make room for trouble."

After a long silence of digesting Abo's words I hesitantly asked whether Vorro brought his wife with him. This incurs another shake from Abo's head.

"You do not need to hide anything from me, Peter. I've seen you searching for him ever since that day I left you alone with him."

This made me fume in embarrassment though I couldn't bring myself to refute nor deny it. Luckily, Abo relieved me of my perplexed state without holding out on his answer.

"He's a Yarl, Peter. Of course he has a wife. Corina is her name but she resides in the Northern capital."

"Then she did not sail with him?"

"No, she did not."

A mix of disappointment and relief filled me. Disgusted with my mixed emotions for another man, I crossed my legs to hide my confused erection.

"Do you wish to know more about him, Peter?"

I nodded but decided to hide my face so Abo could no longer read it.