Skyrim is full of wandering travelers, searching for money, heroism, power.  Times are tough and opportunities for a better life can be hard to come by. Meet Sven. He is no stranger to these hard conditions of life. He’s been an aimless rolling stone, committing petty crimes just to survive his otherwise lonely life.

 

 

Freshly out of a stint in jail for theft, Sven arrives in Riverwood with nothing but a couple of clothing items and a steel dagger that was abandoned on the road.  He needs to get his life back… but how so? Stealing didn’t work out too well last time, and he couldn’t risk spending yet another night in jail. He missed the sunlight, the fresh air, the adventure. He had to find something else.

 

Like any Nord low on means, his despair led him to the Sleeping Giant Inn. Must be some work there, right? He’s strong and hardworking, definitely not too proud to look past menial work. He introduces himself, Sven, proud Nord, to the innkeeper and asks if they need help around here.

 

Orgnar, the innkeeper, is intrigued. He does need some new employees. Sven brightens up: there may finally be some light at the end of this tunnel. He asks for more details to the innkeeper. The answer?

 

 

“Am I above this?” Sven asked himself, knowing that he needed to provide an answer right away. He answered Orgnar, “Well I suppose if the clientele is mostly women, that should be fine.”

 

Orgnar laughed, “I want to be frank with you, my friend. The men are frustrated and scared of the war. They come to inns for relief. And it’s a fruitful business. Lots of septims involved in pleasing the men of Skyrim.”

 

All Sven could think about were the women he’d been with, and how he could never imagine himself selling himself to a man.

 

 

Orgnar followed up, before sweeping the inn some more, “I can see your hesitation. I understand. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

 

Sven knew he needed the money though. He asked about the earnings. Orgnar smiled, “Oh, my friend. The men of Skyrim can be generous and are loyal. My inn’s clients are no different.”

 

Well if the money is good… Sven bartered with himself, maybe I could try. It would allow him to save up, never speak of this experience again and vanish from Riverwood. Why would anyone else need to know? He could make a new life in Solitude or Riften, and erase this awful memory.

 

“I will do it.” Sven said, very sternly.

“Well I’m glad to hear it,” Orgnar laughed, “but you need to seem more excited! The men won’t want an angry mouth to fuck.”

 

Sven’s face dropped even more, “I assumed that I would be the top for this. That is who I am.”

“The money is in your holes. Not your cock unfortunately,” Orgnar replied, matter of fact. “I can get you some ale if that’ll loosen you up. Although I’ve heard a tight one is preferred.”

 

Sven clenched his jaw. Maybe the ale would be needed. He nodded back to Orgnar and asked how to get started. The innkeeper asked him to strip completely, walk around and entice the people coming in.

 

 

It’s just one night, thought Sven as he stripped from his clothes, and then I’m off to Riften. The inn was calm. Only one man had come in to sit and drain his bottle. Sven approached him as confidently as he could, knowing that his heart wasn’t in it.

“Good evening,” Sven said to the patron.

Without looking back, the patron answered, “Ah, you must be Orgnar’s new whore. Look I come here often, I know how it works around here. My only question is are you going to chicken out at the last minute? Last whore I paid ran out when I showed him my cock.”

Remembering his job to sound enticing to customers, Sven answered, “That’s unfortunate. But I will not run out, sir. I live my life in confidence.”

The patron laughed, “There’s nothing confident about you. I don’t think you’ve sucked a cock before.”

“You would be correct, sir.”

“Well let’s see if you’ll be worth the septims. If you piss me off though, I’m never going back to the Sleeping Giant.” He warned. “And call me Aganir, I’d rather you say my name.”

 

Sven led the patron to a room in the inn. On his way there, Orgnar smiled at him from the counter. He felt so… naked. Not just physically, but he could feel Aganir’s eyes leering at his ass. He had never been looked at like this before.

Once in the room, Sven’s heart was racing. He didn’t want to show any hesitation, as the weight of his escape to a new life rested on this interaction. He turned to Aganir, who was still drinking from his bottle of mead.

“You are one hot piece of ass,” he said to Sven. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”

 

Aganir undressed himself, and revealed a girthy cock, ordering Sven to get on his knees to suck him off. Sven did as he was told, and shyly wrapped his lips around it. It was bigger inside of his mouth than it looked. He could feel the patron getting harder inside of him.

“Don’t be shy with it, take my cock,” Aganir muttered, while pushing Sven’s head onto him, in long, deep strokes.

 

 

Sven gagged, and kept allowing Aganir to thrust into him. He was there to service him, and if he had been the paying customer, he knew that he would have been aggressive too.

Aganir was vocal. He insisted that Sven take his thick cock, and seemed to revel everytime Sven choked on it. He called Sven a good for nothing Nord, except for being his cocksucker.

Every thrust was harder and harder to keep up with, as Aganir became more and more demanding. Sven was starting to have doubts on continuing. The demeaning comments made him both ashamed and angry. As if this wasn’t humiliating enough, he had to deal with this kind of attitude too?

 

 

“Stroke your own cock too,” Aganir asked, in the middle of Sven’s hesitance. “Come on, I want to see you stroke yourself while I fuck your throat.”

Sven reluctantly obliged. It’s still for the money. He started jerking himself off while Aganir was deep into his throat. And to his surprise, he felt himself getting harder. It was happening so fast and suddenly, that Sven was confused by it.

But before he could figure out, Aganir pulled out his cock and came all over Sven’s chest. He grunted and exhaled out, “Orgnar knows how to choose them.”

 

 

The patron got dressed again, leaving Sven hard and still on his knees. “Well it seems like you discovered something about yourself tonight.”

Aganir gave him the septims he owed and said that he’d be back for Sven soon. He left, leaving a naked and aroused Sven in the room with the door wide open.

 

Sven was so confused. Did he enjoy it? And if he did, what does this mean for who he knows himself to be? Would he even do this again?

All of these questions were difficult to answer with his cock throbbing. He was close and needed to just get this out of him, so he could think clearly. With the door wide open, he laid on the floor anyway and jerked himself off until his cum mixed with Aganir’s on his chest.

 

 

[excuse the darker pictures, I'll brighten them up next time. let me know what you think of this series -hawk]