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In Germania

By: toddstop



This story is entirely a figment of my imagination, a fantasy that makes me hot. I'm sure it's historically inaccurate.





In Germania, Part One of Two

I sat the sturdy horse and contemplated how much I hated my life. The guards were ahead and behind us being vigilant for threats as my father's bondsman chattered happily away at my side. I detested him and his constant prattling, I found it incomprehensible that my father could put his trust in such a sniveling creature. But then, my father never explained his motives to me.

We were a week out of Rome on the road through Germania to a small village. We had just crossed the Danubius and would make our destination within days and I prayed to all the gods that we would find quick resolution. The patrician class of Rome were not allowed to own or operate certain businesses, usually the most lucrative ones, and so they must operate through trusted bondsmen. Generally the bondsmen were former slaves, like my travel companion, who "owned" the land or business for their masters in exchange for a good living and freedom. We were headed to Germania to see to my fathers' investments there, of which most were in the name of Gordianus who rode beside me.

When I was a child my father had quelled a minor uprising in Germania with the help of several roman legions. He came into possession of profitable land and holdings in the area; as such I had been schooled in the Germanic languages by a tutor from a young age. I had just turned seventeen and this was a test of my father's to prove that I was a man capable of handling my fathers' affairs. I would prove to him that I could do this and return to Rome for my reward, a vacation villa near Capua.

Capua was the location of the best gladiator schools in all the Roman Empire and I hoped to invest in some warriors. I'd become smitten with them since my friend, Portius, had paid for me to spend a memorable night with one of the most popular fighters as a thank you gift. At first I'd been somewhat frightened of the large man but he'd held me tenderly as he fucked me like a rutting animal.   

Portius and I had been friends since childhood. He'd discovered my secret attraction to men when he'd found me in my room sucking the cock of one of our slaves. He eagerly stepped up to take his turn in my mouth and we'd been closer ever since. We had spent much time in the public baths as both our tastes ran to more plebian men. The coarse laborers and soldiers we found there held more appeal for us than the circumspect men of our own class. 

Our only difference lay in the fact that Portius liked to fuck men and I preferred to be fucked. He claimed I was a fool, that I didn't know what I was missing. I'd tried it but it wasn't so much to my liking as the feeling of being penetrated. Portius thought it was my own fault for letting some of our household slaves fuck me from the time I was fifteen but I knew better. There had been no "letting" I had commanded them, practically threatening them with crucifixion. My desires were something I'd been born to. Portius did not seem to care much, however, as he was always more than ready to fuck me himself.

Now I was in Germania without Portius or slaves, sharing a tent each night with Gordianus who was a fat slob with pocked skin and terrible smelling breath. He never left my side so I couldn't even try to tempt one of my father's hired guards into my bed. I was frustrated, cold and miserable.

As we neared the village I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape as we approached the steppes to the mountains. I looked to the stone building that was the seat to the ruler of the tribes in this area. It was not impressive by roman standards but it was far better than most of the settlements we'd passed since entering Gaul. I had never realized how the barbarians lived like squalid animals in thatched huts without the most basic of amenities. Even the Roman settlements we'd passed through had been of lower quality than I could have anticipated.

"That there is where the king lives," Gordianus broke my reverie. "He leads all the tribes here about. He's the one we'll be dealing with."

I nodded and stared at the low stone walls of the structure, noting the crude way it was assembled. I turned to my travel companion to ask, "How long has it been since you were last here?"

"Two years, sir. Even from here I can tell they've improved things quite a bit. That fort there was just being built."

"And this so-called-king, Tylus, reigns from there?"

"Aye, sir, that is him. A wise man and a good host, you'll find him easy to deal with I'd say."

"If the gods see fit we will complete our dealings quickly and return to Rome within the month."

Gordianus just nodded and went on to tell me more of the customs of the people but I only half listened, thinking of how much I hated all this. At least my father had the foresight to teach me the language which would hopefully speed matters along greatly. In fact I'd found that I spoke the Germanic tongue better than Gordianus who was capable of communication but not as articulate as I.

As the sun began to fall in the west we approached the village. All the people gathered to watch us approach and followed us to the fort. Tylus, the king, came out to greet us with his women and children. I dismounted to greet him formally and clasp his hand. I'd brought gifts of wine and cloth for him, beaded jewelry and trinkets for his women and children. He thanked me profusely and led my small party into the great hall where food was being put out. 

Gordianus and I were seated at the front of the hall with Tylus and his family. The king himself served me the choicest cuts from the meat and fowl put on the table. It took me some time to acclimate myself to their particular accent but we were soon conversing and eating merrily. I certainly enjoyed the fresh food after so much road rations. We drank of the local ale which I found bitter but serviceable. I was soon a bit drunk and tried not to drink so much as I needed to keep my wits about me.

There was no talk of business, just as Gordianus had told me to expect, though I was impatient to begin. I knew that by serving the customs of the people I would earn more respect from Tylus and our negotiations would proceed more amicably. As the dinner proceeded a bard came in and sang a tale of a great battle and the heroes involved. By the time the tale was told I was yawning mightily, tired from the long journey to get here.

Tylus placed his hand on my shoulder to get my attention and said, "You are tired from travelling so many days on the road. We have reserved the room of my oldest son to be yours while you are here. I hope you will find it to your liking. Come and I will show you." He motioned to one of the women servants and told her to have warm water brought to my room. I could have kissed the old man when I heard that.

"What of my guard and Gordianus?" I wasn't sure if I should go alone but Gordianus nodded and smiled before saying, "We'll be well taken care of, sir. Tylus is well known for his hospitality. Enjoy your bath."

I turned and followed the king down a hall to a large and well-appointed room. There was a small antechamber with a low bench and beyond that a wide room with a large fur-covered mattress on the floor. A fire blazed along the further wall. I was suitably impressed and thanked Tylus. A boy was preparing a bath in a large wooden tub and I itched with the need to get clean. Tylus called out a name and a stout woman entered the room with four young girls.

Tylus beckoned the girls over, saying, "These women are here for your pleasure, lord. They are the most beautiful in this land and will keep you warm in the night." He leered at me expecting approval except I had no idea how to respond.

"Um, your o-offer is greatly appreciated, Tylus." I couldn't help stuttering and felt a blush spreading up from my neck. "But this is unnecessary. They are comely women to be certain." And even I could tell that was true.

"Nonsense, my lord Cassius. I wish your stay here to be as comfortable as possible. And a happy man deals better with the business we will be discussing on the morrow. Let these women please you."

I wasn't sure if I should just accept or how I could even refuse. I knew that someday soon I would have to take a wife and have children but the idea of being intimate with a woman was something I felt disgusted by. I would do my duty when the day came, even if I had to force myself, but I could not do it here and now.

"Tylus," I placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped closer so that only he could hear me. "I do not, um, keep the company of women." A look of confusion passed over his face and I knew the exact moment he understood me as his eyes brightened and he smiled.

"Ah, yes, my lord, I understand you. Berta, take these women away." He waved his hand at the stout woman and she led the girls from the room. "I will let you enjoy your bath in peace then and I will return soon."

"Thank you, Tylus. And you needn't return as I will retire after my bath."

"It is my responsibility to see that you are well rested this night, my lord. I cannot let the son of the one I am beholden to pass the night disagreeably. I will return shortly to wish you goodnight."

I would have forestalled him but he left abruptly with the servant boy and I undressed to cleanse the dirt from the road off my body. I examined myself closely, glad to see that the travel had only hardened my body more. I had spent a lot of time after lessons with my tutor in the gymnasium learning how to fight with a sword and spear and was proud of my muscled limbs. I was not so big as the gladiators or even the soldiers but I knew I would get there as I grew into my manhood.

I washed and rinsed, feeling better than I had in days. I was full and clean, well-ready to sleep when there was a knock at the door. I pulled a clean tunic from my pack and pulled it on before opening the door. It was Berta, the servant woman who had brought the girls in before.

She bowed low before saying, "Does my lord have any clothes he wishes to have laundered?" I nodded and went to my pack. When I had all my dirty clothes I gave them to her with thanks. She would not meet my eyes but bowed again and backed up to the door saying, "They will be fresh and ready for my lord tomorrow."

No sooner had she departed than Tylus was back. He led in a small group of young boys and girls. He waved them into the chamber and bowed his head to me. When they were all assembled in the room he smiled and said, "My lord may have his choice of sleeping companions." He gestured at the children. It took me a moment to catch his meaning. When I did, I let a look of distaste settle over my features.

"I do not bed children, King Tylus." I let all my anger and disgust come across in the tone of my voice.

The man looked stricken and stuttered an apology before saying, "I do not understand what my lord desires. I am truly most sorry if I have offended you." He encouraged the children to leave the room. "Please, my lord, I wish only to be hospitable."

I couldn't help but take pity on the man, "It isn't your fault. I was unclear before. I do not enjoy the company of women or children in my bed. I have a taste for men, but it is none of your concern." I hoped that the truth would put an end to this awkward misunderstanding. "However, I have no need for a man in my bed. I appreciate your kindness in wanting to make my stay here more enjoyable but I will be back in Rome soon enough. There is no need for anyone to share my bed."

He nodded eagerly although he still looked pensive and confused. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and spoke, "As my lord wishes. I have heard of this among warriors, coupling when there are no women present. I believe I understand your desires. Sleep well, my lord."

Tylus left and I closed the door behind him with a heavy sigh. I hoped that this revelation would not affect the manner in which we negotiated but I feared he would think me less of a man for it. I had let my anger at being assumed a pedophile get the better of me and now I would suffer the consequences. I sat back on the luxurious pile of furs and thought of ways I could have handled the situation differently. My father would have had me beaten for such a lapse if he had been present.

I was making myself mad with my speculations and resolved to sleep on it. I would handle the king and our business in the morning. I was a Roman patrician after all, no barbarian king would have the better of me. I had just decided to crawl beneath the coverings when there was yet another knock on the door. I assumed it was the servant boy coming to bank the fire so I opened the door without calling out a greeting.

I was surprised to find an older man with a long grey beard and some kind of ceremonial hat waiting on the other side. He bowed his head to me. He was powerfully built, if somewhat fat, with great arms that showed his strength. I was momentarily stunned and wondered who this might me.

He spoke summarily, "My lord. The king sends his greetings and wishes you sleep well. I am Gult, master of the king's warriors. He has bid me to bring you four of our comeliest fighting men. They are well renowned for their skills as, er, lovers." He blushed at this. "May you take your pick. They will await you here." He bowed his head again and left.

I followed him to the door and peered out to find four men seated on the bench. They were all dressed in leather vests and kilts, like Gult. When they saw me they stood and saluted. They were all tall and strong with big, muscular frames. Two were blonde, one had dark brown hair and the last had reddish-brown hair. The biggest, one of the blondes, briefly bowed his head to me and stepped forward.

"I am Ulric, my lord. The king has bid us to come here and bed you. I will go first."

"Um, Ulric I thank you, but this is not necessary. You may tell your king I thank him but I am content to sleep alone." The man looked like one of the gladiators I was so enamored of. He stepped closer until I had to look up at him over his broad shoulders. He gave me an appreciating look and took my arm to lead back into the bedchamber. He closed the door behind us and began undressing.

"The king said that you had no desire for women or children, but that you wished to be bedded like a female. We have heard of such things, though it isn't common. He sent us here to please you and I cannot disobey him." He was by this time naked before me and I could not help but look at him. He was magnificent in every way.

He had long hair that was braided and tied back in some complicated pattern. His body was covered in golden blond hair, darker than that on his head and short beard. The golden hair cascaded over his massive chest and down over the defined muscles of his abdomen. It darkened further at his crotch where a weighty cock rested over two huge furred testicles. His thighs were thick and corded with muscle as were his calves.

I felt myself staring and realized neither of us had spoken as I admired him. I came to my senses and met his blue eyes, "Ulric, you may leave now. Thank you and goodnight."

Infuriatingly, he just smiled and nodded once before saying, "You try to play coy like a woman also. I see the desire in your eyes, the line of your cock. You do wish me to bed you." He moved up to me and guided my tunic over my head

"Ulric, please, you must go now."

"I told you, my lord, you have no need to play coy with me. I've never fucked a man and find the prospect appealing. Feel that?" He took my hand and guided it to his cock which was growing hard, swelling against my palm. I felt frozen with fear and desire. He took my jaw in his other hand and tilted my head to press his lips against mine. His tongue licked over my lips and I automatically opened to him. He pressed his tongue into my mouth for a brief taste before pulling away.

"Hmm, not so different at all. I think I will enjoy this." He picked me up easily and carried me to the bed before I could protest. He laid me down and moved between my legs then rose onto his knees. He opened one mighty hand and I saw a little clay pot in his palm. He uncorked it and dipped a finger in. A viscous cloudy fluid dripped from his finger.

"It's some oil and beeswax. The king said I was to use this as you would be dry inside until you had my seed inside you." 

"Wait, Ulric...." He re-corked the pot and placed it aside as he rubbed the glistening fluid onto his cock. I watched as if hypnotized, his cock was huge. It looked like a club extending from the thicket of dark blonde hair, long and thick. The blunt pink head was fully exposed and shiny, the cuff of his sheathe rolled up behind it. I'd never seen its like and felt a moment of true panic. I moved to get away from him but he pinned me with one hand on my chest. He grabbed one of my legs in his other hand and pulled it forward until my ass rose up. 

I grasped the forearm of the hand that held me down and struggled to move him but he didn't even budge. He let my raised leg fall over his arm as he gripped the shaft of his mighty cock and moved into position between my ass cheeks.

"Please, Ulric, wait. I...." I cried out as he found my hole and thrust against it. I could not stop him as he stretched my hole and so I surrendered. The big cock burst into me and I screamed. Ulric took my yell as encouragement and smiling down at me he forced the rest of his huge cock home. It ripped up into me, through some internal passage that stretched open so reluctantly I thought I would rip apart. Then suddenly he was in my guts and moaning, his big balls pressed tight to my ass.

I gasped for breath as my ass clamped down on his cock and I writhed trying in vain to work my way off it. He moaned at each spasmodic clench and ground his dick into me so that the base forced me open and the head rubbed through some inner sensitive area. He backed out and moaned as my ass went tight, fighting to hold him inside. He gave me no quarter but retreated until just the head remained inside me then thrust forward with all his might, making me cry out.

The firelight glistened off the blonde hair on his chest and belly as I opened my eyes to slits and let the tears stream down the sides of my face. He adjusted his position so that both his arms were pressed into the furs beside my shoulders and my raised leg rested over his elbow. As he moved his member jostled inside me and I whimpered in pain. I would have moved but now I was stuck in place on the end of his gigantic cock. 

Whether I'd wanted him or not it was too late and I submitted wholly to him. I'd thought the gladiator had fucked me hard but it was as nothing when Ulric began to move atop me. He left me absolutely no doubt that I was there for his pleasure as he pounded into me hard and I slid slowly up the furs with each meeting of our flesh. Despite the initial pain he filled me so completely that I couldn't help responding. I pulled my other leg up to clutch against his side and moaned as my ass tilted further and opened wider.

He must have liked the new position because he pulled my one leg over his shoulder and collapsed over me. His weight pressed my leg down to my chest so my knee was beside my head and I wrapped my free leg over his back to rest the heel above the curve of his ass. He used shorter strokes to fuck me and friction burned the depths of my channel.

I cried out in Latin, my mind too far gone, and begged him to fuck me harder. My cock ached in full hardness and I moved my body to meet each of his thrusts. He must have understood what I wanted because he did fuck me harder so that I could barely breathe. I gasped against his shoulder and he grunted into my ear.


In Germania Ch. 02



When I woke in the morning I was twined around a hot body, my head on his shoulder with my arms wrapped around him and my legs wrapped around one massive thigh. My left thigh was held high against him so that my inner thigh pressed against the searing hardness of his cock and my ankle was trapped between his legs. I rubbed my thigh against the stiff cock almost unconsciously, earning a heavy sigh. I looked up into Ulric's steady gaze and smiled.

Another warm body was pressed to my back, one arm thrown over Ulric and myself, and another hard cock pressed against my ass and back. I knew from the blonde hairs covering the forearm that it was Penric. I saw that Lars still slept peacefully on the other side of Ulric. My own cock was hard as could be and I rutted against Ulric's tight waist.

Ulric's eyes went from speculative to hot with lust, his smile faltered as he bared his teeth in a silent snarl. He used his hand that wasn't trapped by my body to tip my chin higher and leaned down to meet my lips in a passionate crush. His tongue snaked out and swept into my mouth, sliding deep.

Where Penric had been a warm weight against me I felt him rousing and his cock moved more into alignment of the groove between my ass cheeks. His lips moved over my shoulder as his arm wrapped around my waist and held me tightly against him. I moaned into Ulric's kiss, my thigh pressing harder against his engorged cock. Penric gasped as he pressed his cock deeper into my crease and Ulric broke our kiss to find his brother awake, his expression hard and angry.

"Penric, leave us and take Lars with you." Ulric's command reverberated through me because I was pressed so close to him. I could see Lars stirring at his other side.

"What? No, Ulric, you can't make me leave." Penric's voice and breath swept across my ear.

"Cassius and I have things to discuss. Words that don't require your presence. Go, Little Brother."

"No, I can't go now! My cock's so hard, I need satisfaction." As he spoke he pulled his hips back and pushed the head of his cock into the pit of my entrance and I braced myself while clenching my hole tight. Lars was watching us intently.

"Take Lars and go. If you penetrate him I will beat you bloody, Penric. Go!" Penric growled behind me and I felt the pressure against my hole increasing. Ulric rolled from the grip of my body, my arms and legs going loose, to grip Penric's shoulder.

"What gives you the right to command me, Ulric? He wants me inside him, I can feel it."

"Penric, do not push this. I'm warning you now that I am deadly serious."

"But... why?" His voice was practically a whine and I knew then that he would submit.

"Because Cassius is mine and I don't wish to share him now. Your cock is hard with piss, go relieve yourself and find food. You'll feel better then." Penric sighed heartily in resignation and rolled away from me to the edge of the bed. Lars followed him and they left the room as they dressed. I turned to Ulric who was on his side, elevated on one elbow so he could look down at me.

"Why did you send them away?" I'd thought for sure that I was going to start the day with a hard fuck from each of the men. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or dissatisfied and my cock wilted with the uncertainty I felt.

"We must talk, Cassius." He traced a finger over my top lip and leaned down to kiss my brow. The tenderness shocked me and it must have shown in my face. "I woke before you and lay here watching you for some time. I realized that you are so much more than you seem, more than I expected. I haven't the words to tell you... all that I felt, feel. I only know that I want to own you. I want you to be mine." He paused with his eyes looking distantly into the air behind me.

"Ulric, I don't understand...." And truly I did not.

"Cassius, this is so hard for me, but we must come to a... an understanding. While you are here, I want you to be mine." The last word was husky.

"You want to be the only man in my bed?"

"No, that's not what I mean." His look was frustrated and pained. "I want to be the only man.... You remember last night? I made you come. I'm the one whose name you called out. I am the only one who satisfied you." I nodded recalling exactly how he'd made me feel in the grip of passion. His palm cupped my cheek as he looked deeply into my eyes, trapping me. "I liked seeing my brother and Lars fucking you, how you yearned for it. How you turned so wanton for them, like a whore. I liked the slippery wetness in your cunt after they spent themselves in you. But more than that I loved how you turned to me for your satisfaction, how what came before only made you hungrier for me, for my cock inside you." His fingers swept over my cheek.

"It's the way you make me feel, Ulric. They way you move inside me, not just your cock." I felt exposed but compelled to give him the truth.

"I would see them fuck you again, other men too. But sometimes it will be only you and I, Cassius. Do you understand what I desire?" I nodded and my lips brushed his in quick agreement. "Tell me that you belong to me. I will decide who is in your bed and how they will have you. You will be mine whenever and however I desire it."

"I am yours, then." A part of me stood in disbelief as to what I was agreeing to but the larger part of me desired greatly to belong to the man.

"It is settled then, boy. Now I will have what is mine." His smile was radiant and I returned it in kind as I rolled onto my back beneath the pressure of one of his big hands.

"Yes, Ulric, please. Fuck me and make me yours." I searched the furs and found the almost empty clay pot. I scraped the bottom with my fingers even as I spread my legs and he moved over me. I grasped his large cock and spread the oil while he settled his knees between my thighs.

Together we moved into position. I pulled my legs back at the knees and tilted my ass, exposing myself to him. He moved his cock into place and sighed as the head made contact with my soft flesh. He leaned down and took my mouth even as he thrust into me, taking my gasp into his mouth. He moved deep and I marveled that I could take him so easily now.

"It's getting easier for you now, isn't it?" Like he could read my mind. "You were made to take my cock, Cassius."

He fucked me hard, his body slamming against mine and I slid up the bed on the soft furs under the onslaught of his hammering thrusts. I whimpered and begged for more, feeling free to expose my desires to him like never before. His thick cock filled me and pressed against the swollen point of pleasure inside me so that each blow rubbed the full length of his cock. Where he moved deeper inside me, through some tight point, the feel of his cock was like pleasure given shape. I writhed beneath and against him, unable to hold still for the immensity of him inside me, working the inner muscles of my ass on his cock.

He leaned down to kiss me with an intensity of feeling, only pulling away to nip at my lips until they were swollen and heated. I let go of my legs to wrap my body around him, my fingers digging into the moving muscles of his back. My cock felt full to bursting, sensitized by the friction of out bellies. His hands hugged my shoulders and held me in place.

I groaned out his name and pressed my face into his shoulder. His lips and teeth took advantage of my exposed neck, marking me. He stopped and held himself still. My head dropped back to the furs and we watched each other as he rotated his hips and his cock swirled inside me. My jaw dropped with the new sensations his movements elicited in my channel.

"By all the gods, you're beautiful, Cassius." His voice was rough with his exertions. "The way you look at me." He shook his head in wonder. "Does is feel good? Do I feel good, Cassius?"

I let the short nails of my fingers dig into the skin I'd been caressing. "So good, so very good. I'm so close, Ulric. Please fuck me." He gritted his teeth with the pain in his back and drew his cock almost entirely from me. He shoved it home and groaned even as the air rushed out of me.

With long deep thrusts he worked his cock in me, pushing us both to the heights of pleasure. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, when I felt sure I would ignite and burn to ashes with the consuming bliss he ordered me, "Cum for me, boy!" And that was all it took. My whole body clamped down around him and my cum ricocheted off the hard plains of our torsos. I cried out his name and suddenly I was being lit from inside with the heat of his own copious load. We moaned and moved as one, our eyes locked.

When his body finished twitching his release, Ulric collapsed onto me. His weight was welcome and I sighed in utter satisfaction. Long minutes passed while we caught out breath. Finally he moved from me, his cock slipping away from my grasping hole.

"Shall we get dressed and find some food?" He stood and held his hand out to me. I grasped it and he easily lifted me to my feet. He led me to the pail of water and used a rag to clean the mess of oil and cum from my ass, then cleansed the fresh and dried cum from my chest and belly. This act, more than any other, touched my heart and I knew that I truly belonged to him. When he had finished I took the rag and cleaned his cock and balls, examining them in their sated state.

He dressed as I found my own vest and kilt. When I went to tie on a clean loincloth he stopped me, "Leave it off. You needn't wear it today." I gave him a puzzled expression and he continued, "It will be easier if I only have to lift the kilt." He ran his hand over one cheek of my ass and I trembled, nodding that I understood even as blood pooled in my cock. He just smiled and stepped to the other bucket to piss as I dressed. He wore no loincloth, I noted with smug satisfaction, as I went to join him.

In the great hall I sat with Ulric and his fellow warriors to eat. We arrived later than most and ate while we listened to them banter. None mentioned my presence at Ulric's side though I caught Penric giving us looks I could not comprehend from his expression. Lars simply smiled at us.

When we had eaten I went to King Tylus and told him that I would be spending the day with his men on the practice field. He was happy to hear it and clapped me on the back. I didn't even glance at Gordianus.

The warriors headed to the field and Ulric guided me with them, my hand held firmly in his own. Once there Ulric left me a moment to speak with Gult, the training master. They spoke rapidly, Ulric gesticulating like he was holding a sword, and Ulric returned to me.

"Would you teach me some of your knowledge of swordplay?"

"Of course." I had been contemplating the matter since our exercises on the field the day before. The men had a competent skill of fighting, but not the mastery I had learned. I could not teach them any new technique with a battle coming soon so I had resolved to improve what skills they already had. And so we set to work.

Just before the noon meal we stopped to rest. Ulric was the most eager to learn and had the lumps and bruises to show for it. He had elected himself to be my partner and I'd bested him dozens of times through the morning. By the time we stopped he had learned well and I bore the bruise of his baton on my chest where he'd beaten me. All the men were sweaty and winded, Ulric and I especially. We collapsed on the grass to catch our breath, laughing at my finally being defeated.

"I think I deserve some reward for that? Would you agree, my lord?" Ulric turned to me, his eyes clear in the sunlight.

"What kind of reward?" I laughed at the broad, knowing smile he gave me. "What of my reward? You beat me once but I had you many times."

"I have your reward here, my lord." He cupped the mound of his sex beneath the leather kilt. I laughed again at his antics, disregarding the looks from some of the men around us. He jumped to his feet and pulled me up beside him, saying, "It is a mutually beneficial reward."

He dragged me toward the river and a small clump of trees just off the practice field. When we were barely out of sight he pressed me against the bark of a tree with one hand on my back. His other hand he used to pull my hips back then kicked my feet into a wider stance. When he had me in position he leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "It took all my will, when I marked you with my sword, not to throw you on the ground and fuck you right there." His hand slid up my thigh and pushed the kilt up over the curve of my ass. 

He spit to wet his cock and moved into me. He placed the head and shoved. It hurt and I bit my lip ragged to keep from crying out. He fucked me hard and fast. The trees dampened the sounds of his flesh hitting mine, the strange noises of him penetrating me. I knew that if any of the men were looking our way they could see him fucking me through the faint screen of branches. It only served to increase my desire and my hole opened for him gladly. The pain was replaced by sweet pleasure.

Within minutes he reached completion and I had my own when I felt his cum pouring into my guts. He pulled from me with a pop and turned me in his arms for a light kiss. We righted our clothing and left to rejoin the men as some women brought food for them.

"You're seed is running down the insides of my thighs," I whispered to him.

"We'll jump in the river after we've eaten." Ulric looked at me with a broad smile. "You'll just have to wear my cum until then."

After a fast dip in the cold water we got back to work. I felt better without the sticky evidence of our quick fuck and refreshed from the bath so we moved on to working with other partners. The men took to my tutelage with little complaint, surprising me, and they all showed improvement as the sun sank into the mountains.

"Come on, boy," Ulric lowered his voice for only me to hear. "Let's go jump in the river again. I want you nice and clean for tonight."

"What do you have planned for tonight, Ulric?" I let him lead me to the river. My body was sore with exercise and I craved the cool feel of the water. I also felt my cock get heavy at the tone in Ulric's voice.

"It's a surprise, my little Roman. I will say that you'll beg for my cock like never before by the time I'm through with you." A little shudder rippled down my body and my ass clenched in anticipation.

We bathed and returned to the fort. In the great hall I ate with the king and we discussed plans for the battle. I'd all but actually agreed to his plan and he knew it.

"It would be best, my lord, if we attacked soon. The more time we spend preparing, the more likely they will realize what we are doing. With all my warriors here our borders are undefended and if they test our defenses they will find them sorely lacking."

"I agree, King Tylus. When were you thinking we should engage them?"

"In two days time there will be a full moon. If we move in the night we can catch them unaware just as the sun is rising. We will attack their village from two sides. Once their chief is dead there will be utter confusion and we will spread out into their land. In groups of twenty we will secure the rest of their people to be brought back to the village."

"I like it. Will you lead one of the groups that attack the village?"

"Yes, and I was thinking that I would have Gult lead the other."

"Sir, I would fight with you and I request that you have Ulric also at your side."

"My lord, I cannot let you join the battle. Your father would have me killed."

"King Tylus, I will fight. I have given you leave to pursue this battle and I will do all in my power to be sure that it is a success. That means fighting on your side. You will not convince me otherwise, I ask only that you grant my request to have Ulric fighting with me."

"Ah," I could see the annoyance clear in his eyes. "Very well, my lord, it will be done; though I strongly recommend that you watch the battle from the sidelines." 

"Thank you, King Tylus. I greatly appreciate your counsel but I will see this course through."

"Very well, my lord." He smiled impishly, "You have a strong bond with my man, Ulric?"

"Yes...." I felt the blush creeping over my skin. "He means very much to me." He put his hand on my shoulder.

"He's a good man, my lord. The best of my warriors and strong in every way a man could be. I'm glad to see that he is keeping you, uh, entertained." His almost fatherly concern brought some emotion close and my throat felt tight with it.

"Thank you, Tylus. If not for you we'd probably never have spoken." I looked him in the eyes then to gauge his reaction and found nothing but caring. "He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never dreamed that Germania would hold something I would so much desire." My eyes flicked to Ulric's table where he was watching me with an absent smile.

The king and I discussed more particulars of the plan to take the neighboring tribe as we ate. Soon I caught Ulric giving me the eye. He motioned me over to him so I took my leave from the king. When I was in front of Ulric he pulled me down into his lap and held me with a hand on my back and the other just under the kilt on my thigh. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest as I felt the evidence of his arousal pressed against my ass.

"I want to take you right here, boy." His hand traveled up my thigh, his calluses raising gooseflesh on my inner thighs. "I could bend you over this table in front of everyone." His fingers moved past my balls and crept into my crease. "And you would let me, wouldn't you?" The pad of one finger played over my hole and I felt the color that must be warming my face. My cock was like marble and I nodded my head affirmatively. "Why would you let me fuck you before all these men? Maybe I would let them have you when I was done. Watch them take turns using you. You would let me offer you to my brothers, the servants, the king and his advisors? Until their seed flowed from you in waves? Until all you could think of was my cock in you, granting you release? Why?" His voice was a soft purr against my ear.

I leaned back against his chest and spread my legs around his before I whispered to him, "Because I am yours." He growled and his finger moved into me, dry and rough but I wanted it anyway. The next thing I knew I was thrown over his shoulder as he rose from his seat.

"Good night, boys. I'm off to bed; have to see to my lord's needs." His hand landed on my ass with a loud crack as he said "needs". The men at the nearby tables laughed and I tried to squirm from his grip. I knew his cock must be jutting beneath his kilt and my cheeks flamed. "Lars, Penric, maybe you'd like to come along?" And he strode off towards my room. I saw the other two men following us with wide grins on their faces.

"Put me down right now, Ulric." I was rewarded with another hard smack on my ass.

"You'll be down soon, Cassius. Down on your knees, on your back, on your belly. Give me just a moment." I ceased my struggling, my cock hard and pressed tight to his chest.

"You're such a barbarian!" I stretched so that I could smack his ass.

"Yes, and you're mine." He jostled me on his shoulder as he opened the door to the room. I could hear the smile in his voice. When he was at the bed he threw me down onto the fur-covered mattress.

"Clothes off, boy." I did as he said while the other two men entered and came to stand by Ulric. When my kilt and vest were gone he gestured me over as he spoke, "On your knees, now. Get these pricks out and put your mouth to the use it was meant to have."

As I worked off their kilts Ulric spoke to the men and removed his vest, "Cassius and I have come to an understanding. So long as he is here he belongs to me. No one, and I mean no one, goes near his ass or mouth without my consent. That includes the two of you...." By now I had them unclothed and I took Ulric's cock first into my mouth, forcing the head between my wet lips. "Ugh, that's it, boy. Don't ignore the other two. I asked you both to join us because I like to watch him get fucked and I'll have some of the others in here at some point." I switched back and forth, sucking one's cock while stroking the other two, while he continued as though I wasn't there, "But tonight I have some special plans for my boy and I need the experience you two have gained."




In Germania Ch. 02



I felt Penric's hand at the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. It made me choke and gag a bit. "Don't be greedy, brother. You'll have more soon." At Ulric's comment my head was released and I pulled back to catch my breath.

"I'm going to lay on the bed," he went on. "Cassius will service me with his mouth and his ass up in the air. You two will take turns fucking him, but do not make him cum. Once he's swallowed my seed and you both have filled him, I will fuck him and let him cum. Do you both understand?" The other men grumbled in agreement and Ulric left our little circle to lie back on the furs.

"Come over here, boy. You know what you have to do." I climbed between his legs, my jaw already aching, and looked at the monstrous cock waiting for me. "I got us some more of the oil. Who wants to go first?" I didn't hear a reply as I bent over Ulric's cock, but I saw him toss a small pot to one of the men.

I held the base of Ulric's cock in a firm grip and licked at the weeping bulbous head. He was hard as iron in my hand. I took him into my mouth and felt his fingers moving in my hair. I used every trick I knew to give him pleasure with my tongue and lips before taking him deeper. I felt the heat of another body at my back, my ass high and ready. There was the brief press of oiled fingers, they surged into me and rotated a few times to spread the lubricant, gone before I could react. Then there was the heavy weight of a cock pressing into me. I moaned around Ulric's cock as I was penetrated.

Ulric used his grip on my hair to bring my attention back to him, forcing his cock just barely into the tight aperture of my throat. I wanted to pull away and scream my satisfaction as the fucker behind me moved quickly into a hard driving rhythm. Ulric would not let me move back, only forward. I fought my natural reaction and relaxed my throat to let him in. I took his entire length too easily, the hard cock slamming into my ass distracted me enough to relax my reservations and I forgot that I could not easily swallow Ulric's cock.

The man fucking me was riding me so hard and fast I felt sure he would cum at any moment when he suddenly pulled free of me. The other moved into his place and, as the first had, set to fucking me with hard intent. I hummed and groaned around the cock lodged in my throat, moving along its length faster. The man gripped me hard as he used me, harder still as he approached his climax. He pulled from me with a wrenching pop and the other moved back into place.

It went on and on, the men fucking me successively and Ulric holding me onto his cock. If I hadn't been concentrating so hard on Ulric's pleasure I would have cum from the constant stimulation. I'd never been taken so hard and constant, my hole was wide open and so sensitive I wanted to scream. But for the hard pole in my mouth and throat I would have.

I felt one of the men fucking me lose control, the wet heat of his seed flooding into my body as he shook and groaned over me. He pulled from me with a wet sucking sound just as Ulric began to cum. He shot down my throat and I pulled back to catch some on my tongue, wanting to taste him. The salty-sweet essence burst onto my tongue as I sucked and swallowed. The other man moved into me and I would have cum in that instant except Ulric forced me back down onto his cock so that I was filled at both ends.

I choked and gagged a bit and Ulric released me. The man deep in my ass must have been close because he came within a dozen deep strokes, firing more heat into me. I squeezed hard around his shaft, fighting off my own climax as I was now so close to the satisfaction I knew Ulric would give me. When he was utterly spent the man pulled his cock from me, shivering as he withdrew.

Ulric pulled me up into his arms and rolled us so that I was under him. I spread my legs wide and grasped for his still-hard cock. I pulled him to me hungrily and practically impaled myself on his big cock, desperate for release. I was nothing but a senseless beast, reduced to my most base desires; my need to be fucked, to submit to this man, paramount.

"Please, Ulric. Please, I need you now... hard now." I moved restlessly beneath him. He chuckled at my frantic desire but did not tease me. He moved hard and deep inside me, perfecting his angle. My toes and feet curled, my legs spread impossibly wider and I shattered into orgasm. My cum jetting between us in hard spurts that covered his belly and mine, I cried out and whimpered at the intense feelings. Ulric fucked me throughout, prolonging my moment of bliss until I thought I would pass into unconsciousness.

"Leave us, now. My thanks to both of you," I heard Ulric say even as he fucked me. I heard the other men leaving but all my focus was on the man who filled me so fully. My own cock didn't lose any rigidity with the continued stimulation.

Ulric kissed me passionately as he moved, his hips rolling and bucking, drawing wanton sounds from me. He raised one of my legs to his chest and slowly rolled me onto my side as he lay behind me without disconnecting our bodies. He kept a hold of my topmost leg as he pressed his front to my back and slid his cock in and out of my hole. I moved in concert to his thrusting, receiving and giving back all that I could and working the muscles of my hole on his cock. His arm under my head cupped my face and turned my lips to his, I opened for his tongue.

I felt his other hand slide down the back of my thigh where he held me and he took my cock in his grasp. He stroked once and I came again, choking for air around his invading tongue. Tears came to my eyes at the intensity of my second orgasm. Before I had even finished cumming he gripped my body to his and spent himself inside me. We both cried out as he held me tighter. He ran his hands over my body and kissed my neck and hair, little aftershocks shaking both our bodies. When my breath was coming regularly I closed my eyes and sighed, it was the last thing I remember other than the perfect feeling of his softening cock inside me.

Sometime later I came awake as I was rolled onto my stomach and mounted. Not fully awake Ulric fucked me again. He brought both of us to quick completion and returned us to the position I'd fallen asleep in, spooned together with his cock inside me. I fell back to sleep immediately.

When next I woke it was to sounds of distant yelling. The furnace of Ulric's body draped over mine stirred against me. A loud bell began ringing in the fort and Ulric came awake instantly.

"What's going on, Ulric? What is that bell?" He was up and out of the bed, searching for his clothes.

"It's the alarm, we're being attacked. Find your clothes, Cassius, quickly!" There was no time to think. We were dressed and I was armed with my short sword before I'd even processed what he'd said.

"Where is your sword?"

"It's in the hall. Come." I followed Ulric, unsure what to expect. The hall of the fort was empty though we could hear the sounds of battle coming from outside. We found Ulric's sword and dagger and cautiously approached the entrance.

I would learn later that the neighboring tribe had suspected that King Tylus was planning an assault and decided to preempt the battle with a surprise attack. Ulric and I left the safety of the fort and were immediately in the midst of the battle. We fought as a team back-to-back and side-by-side. The men of the other tribe were painted like devils and there seemed to be hundreds of them.

The fight began as a messy series of engagements but soon Tylus had rallied his men and we fought back as an organized unit. I was not prepared for the reality of true battle, the bloodshed and brutality. I felt I was fighting for my life, however, and my mind left me as I moved on some primal instinct. My only concern was for Ulric's safety, my own and the men around us. I killed with rage, cutting through the painted devils.

The dark of early morning turned to the grey light of dawn and I realized that we were winning. We had the last of the attack party cornered by the river. Those who did not surrender we killed. Ulric was by my side through the whole nightmare, my only touchstone to reality. When the battle was done and the last of the men subdued I turned to Ulric with a savage grin, my first victory left me elated and thrumming with angry energy.

Ulric returned my look, drenched in the blood and gore of our enemies he was filthy yet he'd never looked more appealing to me. He took my arm and pulled me fiercely to him. He took my lips in a savage kiss and dragged me away from the majority of men. He pushed me to the ground and I pulled him down with me. I was suddenly desperate for him, for some way to work out the battle-rage that still gripped me.

There were no preliminaries. He turned me onto my stomach then raised me to my knees, pushing my kilt up. He thrust his cock into me and I grunted like a pig, the pain of his entry sweet in its life affirming quality. He fucked me hard and fast until he came with a roar and I followed right behind him, my hand on my cock. He disconnected his still full cock from me and dragged us both to standing. He took my mouth again, leaving me bruised and bloody.

"Cassius, thank you. You are a true warrior. I was scared for you, so worried...," he ran his fingers through the knotted locks of my hair. "You fought like a demon. A beautiful demon, thirsty for blood." He kissed me again, ignoring the sweat, dirt and blood on my face. I grasped his heavy cock and pulled lightly at it as I sucked on his tongue. "Argh, stop," he held my wrist. "While I'd like nothing better than to fuck you again, bent over the bodies of our enemies, the king needs us. Let us be of service a while longer."

I growled a little before nodding, "Very well, but I'll expect my recompense later." Then I added with a sly grin, "Or I'll have to take it from your ass."

"Is that so, boy?" He flashed me a feral grin as I slowly nodded my head in assent. "You needn't worry, Cassius. As long as you're mine I will keep you well bred and content on the end of my cock. I wouldn't deny you the use of my ass but it would only mean that I'm not keeping you well satisfied. Or do you disagree?"

"I have no desire beyond what you have promised me. I live to feel you inside me."

"And I live to be inside you." My heart melting, despite out surroundings, he gave me a small kiss and took my hand before leading me back to the other men. At that moment I could only thank the gods for letting me find him and allowing us to survive the battle together.

Tylus had us regroup and left a handful of men to watch over the fort and prisoners. The rest of us he took in a chase to catch any of the attackers who had escaped. He was worried they would return to their village and warn them to flee.

We traveled most of the morning, higher into the mountain steppes, until we reached the village. They were not yet prepared for us and there was another battle. They fought more fiercely on their home territory but they were far fewer in number and we soon had our second victory. We subdued all those we could find and spread into the surrounding area to take captives. By nightfall we had the entirety of the other tribe in our custody and returned to the fort.

Ulric and I were dead tired but we volunteered to take the first watch, forgoing sleep. When we were relieved we went back to my room and collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted for anything but sleep.

I spent the next week renegotiating contracts with Tylus, preparing for the trip back to Rome with the new slaves and doing anything I could to convince Ulric to come with me. After much cajoling and pleading he agreed to come with me on the condition that he could return at any time. That victory was sweeter than anything I could imagine. In gratitude I spent hours riding his cock that last night while he relaxed and let me work for our mutual pleasure.

Three weeks later we were in the large public baths near my father's house. We'd just arrived in Rome. We had left Gordianus to take care of the slaves and stopped briefly at my father's house to leave Ulric's children with a house slave. I felt disgustingly dirty from the long journey and wished to greet my father clean and shining.

It was our first opportunity to be alone for more than a few hurried moments and I took full advantage. When we were both thoroughly clean I dragged Ulric into one of the dark niches of the public bath and began handling his cock as our lips met. He grew to full, glorious hardness quickly and I dropped to my knees. It didn't take long and Ulric was cumming for me as I swallowed greedily. When he stopped shaking I heard a low voice behind us.

"How much for the use of your boy?" I turned to find a dark, hairy man watching us. He was built strong and thick, probably a common laborer like the ones I used to seek in this same place. Ulric was eyeing him uneasily. We'd practiced his Latin during the journey south but he needed a lot more.

"Ulric, he wants to buy my services," I said in German.

"Give him a fair price, boy. He can enjoy you while I catch my breath." We smiled at each other with complete understanding and I turned to the man. I relayed the information and he handed a few coins to Ulric, buying my ass cheap, who nodded. I applied some of the lubricant we'd brought to the man's cock before standing and bending at the waist over Ulric where he was seated on a bench. While the man fucked me nicely I mouthed Ulric's big cock and brought him back to full hardness.

The man didn't last very long and his cum was soon deep in my ass. When he was gone, after thanking Ulric profusely, I climbed onto the bench and seated myself on his huge cock. I sighed in contentment as I slid down fully. It was like coming home, finally.

"That's it, boy. It has been too long since I felt you through the slickness of another man's cum."

"Ulric," I moaned his name against his ear. "No man feels like you. No man can fill me so completely." I ground my hole around the base of his large shaft and squeezed him tight.

"No man can give you the satisfaction that I can?" I could only moan my response as I lifted until just the massive head clung against the inner ring of my hole. "Yes, boy, your cunt is wet and tight, so hot on my cock."

Ulric let me ride him but we both needed more and he soon stood, holding onto my ass to press my back into the wall. He held me up and I wrapped my legs around him while he fucked me hard. I couldn't contain my groans as his shaft moved so deeply inside me, the rough wall scratching the skin of my back.

Each brutal plunge pushed me closer to the peak of ecstasy and tipped me over into a hard orgasm that left both our chests and stomachs covered in my warm cum. Ulric didn't lose a moment of his rhythm as his cock continued to pound my sensitive ass. I didn't wish for it to end and took my softening cock in hand, keeping it hard. The sticky sounds of his cock moving in me and the harsh growl of his voice excited me further.

After a series of especially brutal thrusts he began to cum again. I saw men watching us in the shadows as my own cock began oozing cum over my hand. Slowly he withdrew then let my feet fall to the floor. We moved to the pool of water and rinsed ourselves, though I held his cum in my clenched ass not wanting to let go of his essence.

As we made our way back to my father's house Ulric threw his arm around my shoulders, a pensive look on his face. "What are you thinking on, Ulric?"

"When my boys are grown into men I will let them have the use of your ass so they will know the pleasure I have found in you." He stated it with satisfaction and smiled at me.

"Whatever you wish, my barbarian."

"Yes, my little Roman, whatever I wish."



In Germania



In one fantastic move he ripped his cock free of my body for an instant before slamming it back home. As the apple-sized head found its home in my guts again I came. Like a volcano the cum was forced out of me, each thrust making me spasm and shoot. He roared like a beast and I felt the liquid heat of his cum shooting into me. He fucked me until he was completely spent then rested on me, letting my leg fall off his shoulder. I wrapped it around his waist with the other and kept him pressed close to me.

He raised his head and pressed his lips hard against mine, his tongue forced deep into my mouth. When he finally broke the kiss he smiled down at me for a second before pulling away to sit up. His cock left me with a sound like a horse pulling its hoof from the mud and I whimpered at the loss. I tried to clench my hole shut as I felt his cum spilling out of me.

He patted the side of my thigh as he stood and walked to the door. He grabbed up his discarded garments on the way and opened the door still naked without any sign of modesty before his fellow warriors. I lay there, limp and spent, as I heard one of his fellows ask how it was and watched him in the doorway.

"Tighter than any cunt. Fuck, look at this." He wiped his hand through the cum I'd left on his stomach. "The bitch must have liked it, he sprayed his seed all over me while I fucked him." I heard the other men laugh and I lay there feeling humiliated. "Tried to pretend he didn't want it at first, too. Bet you could hear him screaming and begging for it out here, eh?"

There was more laughter then one of the others asked, "Is that what he was saying? I couldn't understand it."

"Yeah, I think it was Latin but it was pretty obvious what he wanted by the way he was working my cock with his pussy." And more laughter before I heard one of the others say, "I think I want a taste of that."

The darker haired one strode into the room, taking off his vest before he'd even closed the door. Ulric closed the door, saying, "I left him nice and wet for you, brother." I sat up in the furs as the second man unstrapped his kilt and let it fall to the floor. He had a brief linen loincloth on beneath it and untied it as he stepped out of the kilt and toed off his boots. Unencumbered his half-hard cock swung out and I wondered if all the Germanic men were exceptionally well endowed.

This one was built much like Ulric but with less body hair. There was an arrow of it pointing down between the slabs of his chest to a thin trail that bisected his abdominals and spread above his cock between the jutting bones of his hips. He sauntered up to kneel at the base of the mattress in front of me. His dick was fully hard now and curved up toward his belly, the head purple and weeping. My eyes cast back and forth between his scary cock and his glittering, dark eyes. I turned to crawl away from him over the pillows at the head of the bed. 

Faster than I would have thought he caught me by my feet and pulled me down to him. When I was close enough he pulled me up onto my knees by my hips. He pressed close so his dick lay between the mounds of my ass and gyrated against me.

"Wait, please. I beg you...," he cut me off.

"Hold, boy, don't pretend you don't want my cock." His voice was deep and throaty with lust.

There was no waiting. He gripped my balls tightly in one hand to hold me in place as he used the other to line up his cock and thrust it into me. I nearly wrenched away but the pain in my testicles stopped me. His penetration was easier to take, though still painful. I rested my head atop my forearms and turned my ass up to him, arching my back down. He held a moment before pulling back for his second plunge.

I was ready to submit and pray that he spent himself quickly inside me but my traitorous body reacted as before. As he began to fuck me and the grueling sensations of his cock fighting for supremacy of my bowels increased, my cock reawakened beneath me. I tried to reign in my desires but he heard my soft moans and whimpers over the pounding rhythm of his hips meeting my ass. He bent over me and his cock stroked down to rub right over the bundle of nerves that lit my insides aflame. He fucked harder as I squeezed him with all my strength.

"You do like that, don't you, boy?" He chuckled and his warm breath fanned the hair at the nape of my neck. But I would be disappointed. This one didn't have the stamina of Ulric, or maybe it was I who needed more stimulation but I felt him cumming in my ass long before I was ready. He grunted and cursed as he spilt his seed and I clenched him tighter.

With a slap on my ass he tugged his cock from me and more cum fell from my hole to run down over my balls. I slumped forward to land on the furs and rolled onto my back. He sneered at my hard cock and turned to gather his clothes. At the door he turned and thanked me before opening it.

"I'm ready for bed, brothers. My wife will be missing me." I heard their chuckles then some whispered conversation. Finally the second blonde stood at the door and I heard Ulric's tired voice, "You boys have fun. Me and Fenol are going to bed. You'll have to watch the young lord through the night, no sense in all of us sharing the bed for we won't fit." There was more laughter and back-slapping before the third man began to enter.

I was more than ready for him, my cock hard and my ass throbbing for more of the same. I rose to my knees and beckoned the new man forward as I spoke, "Bring your friend. He shouldn't be left out there alone. Unless you find offense?" The auburn-haired man entered the doorway and the blonde turned to wave him forward. They stood before me and began to undress. I licked my lips and surveyed these studs of men who were soon to have me.

Like the two before them they were utterly masculine, hairy and strong. The blonde smirked at me and my hard cock before saying, "Not trying to say you don't want it anymore, are you?"

"Your last friend, Fenol? He left me unsatisfied. I would appreciate both your help in the matter."

"Such fine manners, my lord. Will you be so civilized with my cock inside you?" By now they were both naked and hard with massive organs between their thighs.

"Are all the men of Germania so blessed?"

"No, my lord. We are the proudest men in all the area, well known for that which you are about to receive."

"Yes?" I couldn't help looking back and forth between them with lust written plain on my face.

"Yes, I believe you will receive front and back, my lord."

"I believe I would like that. I've not done it often but I've had the experience and would do so again, now." I wasn't sure about sucking those big cocks, but my libido made it seem absolutely necessary to do so.

They advanced on me until they stood on either side of the bed. I looked from one to the other, uncertain. At last I turned my ass to the blonde and got onto my hands and knees between them. The auburn man kneeled on the furs and moved in front of me, I felt the shifting of the furs behind me and knew the other was close. I was about to reach for the big prick before me when I heard the blonde whistle between his teeth.

"Lars you should see this. Hold where you are, lord." The auburn man rose on the furs and stepped around behind me. "Reach back, my lord, and hold yourself open for us." I rested my cheek against the furs and clasped the cheeks of my ass, spreading them. I could only imagine what my ass looked like as I'd never seen it.

"Aye, Penric that is a sight. I'd not have believed that any man would lie down and let another do such to him, let alone enjoy it. The proof is before our very eyes in his swollen, inflamed asshole. It's weeping cum where it's not been churned to butter around it. And he's still hard! Wants more...."

"Yes, Lars. Go and feed him some cock, see if we meet in the middle."

Their coarse talk only served to ignite my passion. Before Lars was back before me Penric fed his cock into my ass. I grunted and pushed back to engulf him to the hilt. Penric moaned and held my hips tightly to withdraw. As he thrust in he moaned, and said, "My brother wasn't lying. You're tight on my cock, my lord."

By this time Lars had moved into his place before me. I leaned forward and caught the big head of his cock with my lips. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and used his grip on me to pull me forward and his cock sank into my mouth. It stopped at the entrance to my throat. Just as I was readying myself to try taking it further Penric gave an especially vicious forward thrust and the head squeezed through the portal of my throat. Lars let it sink to the depths of my throat and my eyes bulged as I fought the urge to choke or gag.

There was no opportunity for finesse, Lars set to fucking my face as Penric fucked my ass. I was caught in the middle and wholly happy with the rough handling. Penric was an excellent fucker and he would have made me cum if I didn't have to spare all my concentration on taking Lars' cock in my mouth. He took the opportunity to marvel at my ability and fucked the head of his cock back and forth through the entrance to my throat. It made my eyes water and my nose run as the rim caught against the sensitive muscles over and over.

Lars suddenly pulled out, holding the base of his cock in a tight grip, and I realized he was close to cumming. Penric took full advantage of my available position to propel my hips as he put all his force into fucking me. Just as I thought the sensations might be too much for me I felt him freeze and his cock swelled before the familiar heat of his cum inundated my guts.

Penric's body shivered and convulsed behind me as he rested his weight on the arms that still held me, forcing me to bear his weight on my knees. Lars leaned over and must have pushed Penric as his cock popped out of me and he fell onto the furs.

Lars quickly pulled me up and rolled me over to lie on my back beside Penric. He moved between my legs and I lifted and spread them. His cock found my hole and he pounded it into me causing cum to pour from my over-full ass. He put his body over mine and I hugged him tight with my thighs, my knees practically in his armpits. He held my shoulders and fucked me hard.

"Oh, fuck me, Lars. Fuck me hard." It came out breathless but he heard me and slammed into me harder until I thought my very bones would separate. 

"Take it, boy. Take my cock." His voice was close to my ear and I moaned louder. Suddenly I felt his teeth on the soft skin of my neck, biting and sucking. The pain and pleasure raced down my spine to my cock and ass where it exploded. My balls pulled up hard and cum flew from my cock, but it was more intense than that. The feeling spread into the depths of my ass and blossomed so I felt that it would consume me. I know I screamed, I felt it rip out of my throat. 

When I came back to my senses Lars was still on me and breathing hard, his shaft slowly softening. He disengaged his cock and collapsed beside me. He pulled me to him and fit my ass in front of his crotch, pillowed my head on his massive bicep.

"Are you okay, boy?"

"Yeah, yes, I think so." I was panting like I'd gone hours running. "I never felt anything like that."

Penric set up and pulled the blankets and furs at the foot of the bed over us. Lars held me close with his free arm over my chest and whispered, "Sleep now, my lord."

I could not disobey and was gone before my eyes closed.



When I awoke it was from a deep slumber, my mind more alert than my body. Gradually I became aware of the urgent need to piss and the pulsing ache in my ass from being truly well fucked. I stretched my arms and legs as I luxuriated in my contentment.

"The young lord has awakened." My eyes popped open to find Lars in the bed next to me. He was fully dressed and using a large hunting knife to work a piece of wood with the crude shape of a horse.

"Good morning, Lars. Did I sleep overlong?"

"No, my lord, it is not that late. The king told us to let you sleep and I stayed to watch over you. Are you hungry?" 

"More, I need to piss. And Lars? When it's just you and I, please call me Cassius. I find it unnerving to be formal with a man who has known me so intimately." He laughed heartily.

"Aye, Cassius," he said when he'd regained his voice. "You certainly made use of my name last night when you had my prick inside you. I suppose the time to address you as 'my lord' has passed."

"Indeed," I grinned back at him. "Now where may I release my water?"

"The bucket is over there. And some water is warming over the fire if you wish to wash."

He watched me pee and followed me with his eyes as I took advantage of the warm water and a rag to clean the dried cum from my body, paying close attention as I ran the soapy rag through the valley of my ass. I dried myself than retrieved appropriate clothing from my pack.

When I was dressed Lars led me into the main hall where Tylus was seated at the head table with Gordianus, enjoying their breakfast. I strode forward to join them as Lars took a seat at one of the lesser tables. I saw that he enjoyed the company of my companions from the previous night. Ulric gave me a knowing look and leer. I raised my chin and continued past.

I sat on the other side of Tylus and was served a warm bowl of oats with honey and bread fresh from the oven. I barely managed to greet the other men before digging into my repast.

Tylus chuckled at my hunger and spoke as he shook his head, "Figured you would be hungry, my lord. I've been told that my warriors satisfied you?" I nodded, my mouth too full to reply. "I heard the proof of it myself, on the other end of the hall." He raised his brows with a sly tilt to his lips. I felt the blush burn up my neck to spread across my cheeks. I simply nodded and returned my gaze to the bowl before me.

When we had finished eating Tylus called for some of his advisors and we settled in to discuss business. My father was concerned that he was receiving less profit from the tribe and I relayed his doubts. I quickly learned that a different tribe was encroaching on Tylus' land from further up in the foothills. They were the descendants of a group of nomads who had taken their land by force in the distant past. Tylus had plans to stop their advance and take back the land they now occupied.

The king seemed convinced that his warriors could easily defeat the other group, but I was not convinced. The venture seemed too risky. At length he discussed the profit to be made from war with the other tribe and I could not doubt his assessments.  Tentatively we worked out an agreement by which my father would be given all survivors to be sold as slaves in the empire. Their worth alone would be cause for the undertaking as Germanic slaves were currently in favor in Rome. I let my mind dwell on the prospects as Tylus explained the further profits to be gained from war.

As I mused over the consequences of the king's plan I couldn't help but notice Ulric and the other men. He especially caught my notice. He seemed to find no hesitation in leering at me whenever my eyes met his. He would stare at me with utter self-confidence before turning to his fellows and saying some remark that would set them all to laughing. His almost cruel attention flared my interest in him and my cock grew hard more than once.

My ass still felt the sting of their hard fucking but I couldn't deny that some dark inner part of me enjoyed the use they'd put me to, taking me for their pleasure. I was embarrassed that Tylus, and probably all those who stayed in the fort, had heard my cries the night before but I couldn't deny that I wanted more of the rough handling.

At length I pulled my attention back to the discussion around me. By now it was nearly time for the noon meal. I asked Tylus and the other men to excuse me as I needed time to consider the opinions they had put forth. I asked Berta to bring my meal to my room. I told Tylus and the others that I would eat and spend the afternoon outside to think over the proposal.

As I stood I caught Ulric's eye and nodded to him. He returned my gesture and as I made my way past his table I paused a moment and asked him if he would take his meal with me. I said that I wished to discuss their military strengths but he immediately saw through me and grinned like a wolf as he stood. He followed me to the room and pinched my ass hard before we were out of sight of the hall. I jumped and glared back at him as I moved more quickly toward the bedroom. Once inside he pulled me to him and pressed his hand against my ass so that out crotches moved together. He fit his mouth over mine and gave me his tongue. I responded with need and let him pull my thigh up to hug his. 

We were interrupted by Berta with a tray of food. She came in and set it on a low table close to the fireplace and I thanked her sincerely for I was starved. Ulric came to sit beside me and encouraged me to feed him morsels from the tray of cold meat, cheese and bread.

I was surprised that I found it so hard to deny him anything, my infatuation with him mounting, and fed him with my fingertips. I would take a bite and offer him one then lick my fingers clean. I noted his attention to my mouth and let the finger licking turn more sensual, teasing.

We spoke at first of the other warriors in his tribe which led naturally to the subject of war. "They are filthy dogs," he spoke vehemently, "that need to be put down. They stole that land from my grandparents' parents in the night and slaughtered all but the few who were lucky to escape. Their numbers have increased but so have ours."

"Then you feel confident that your king can take back what is yours?"

"They may outnumber us but we are superior warriors. They stand no chance in battle. Will you give your assent, my lord?" We had finished our meal and he stared earnestly into my eyes beside me.

"As to accepting your king's proposal I am unsure. I must think more deeply on the matter. Should you not be victorious my father would lose a good deal of income. And please, Ulric, you may call me Cassius when it is just us." He moved closer to me on the bench as he swept the tray to the far side of the table.

"Oh, may I? What else may I do, Cassius?" He did not wait for a response to his sneered query but suddenly stood and pulled me roughly by my tunic so that I was bent over the table. He pushed the tunic up with one hand as he pinned me in the center of my back with the other. I struggled but could not move as I felt him fumble with the tie of my loincloth until he simply tore it off with a frustrated grunt. He pressed against me then lifted the hem of his kilt and I realized that he had no loincloth on beneath it. His burgeoning cock pressed into the cleft of my ass.

"Wait, Ulric, please." I writhed and tried without success to move from under the hand that held me down. I heard him spit and his cock was withdrawn as he spit again. I looked over my shoulder to see him applying the moisture to his angry looking cock. The thought of him taking me by force again filled my insides with ice.

"Please, Ulric, I'm begging you." My voice came out winded and higher pitched than it should have.

"Stop your crying, boy. I know you want it, that's why you invited me to eat with you. Would you deny me now?" He fitted the blunt head to my hole.

"But there is no need to harm me in the taking. I do not deny that I want you to fuck me. Only give me a moment to ease the way, to make it pleasurable for both of us." My face was pressed against my forearms on the table in anticipation of his brutal assault. I was stunned when the pressure on my back eased and the slight stretching at my ass abated as he stepped away.

"You best make it fast, boy. I am in no way ready to wait." I stood and pulled my tunic off over my head.




In Germania



"Come to the bed with me." I took his large hand in my own and pulled him as I moved back to the bed. Once there I released him and grabbed the pot of lubricant as I stretched out on the furs. "Just give me a moment." I scooped some of the slippery substance from the pot onto my fingers as I lifted my legs and spoke. "Let me open myself for you," and I groaned as I rubbed the lubricant along the periphery of my hole. "I want your great cock inside me, but I will enjoy your taking of me more if I am prepared." I used my fingers to push the substance inside me and sighed as my fingertips breached the tight ring of muscles.

I rotated my hips upward so that Ulric could look his fill as he stared down at the juncture of my ass and fingers with quite intensity. He held his enormous cock and lightly stroked it while I moaned and fingered myself deeper. He pulled off the short kilt and knelt onto the edge of the bed before me and I used more of the lubricant to cover his cock when it was within my reach.

"Now, I'm ready for you. Fuck me, Ulric." He growled as he moved into position. When I had his cock placed for entrance he took both my hands and held them over my head. I whimpered into his chest and clutched him tighter with my thighs.

His intrusion was quick and efficient, his cock sliding deeply into my guts with one powerful lunge. I cried out and moved against him in pain and pleasure. It was easier to take him but he still filled me until I thought I would surely slit in two. His cock throbbed and pressed against the swollen source of my pleasure as he held and enjoyed the hot constriction of my insides.

With utter submission I spread myself wider and tilted my hips higher so that the very base was buried inside me. He leaned down and took my lips in a savage kiss until he moved and the retreat of his cock made me gasp and pull away. He drove it home again and made me writhe for him. He set a punishing pace and truly began to fuck me.

He watched me from where he held me down as I begged him with coarse words to fuck me harder and met each of his punishing thrusts. A look of amazement passed over his fine features and he muttered, "By the gods, you love it, don't you? My cock inside your grasping little cunt?"

His look and words thrilled me almost as much as the friction of his huge member moving inside me. "Fuck me, Ulric. Make me yours. Gods, I love it."

He ripped his cock from me and rolled me over onto my stomach. As he plunged back inside me he covered my body with his own and made me scream. My world shrank solely to the awareness of the man. All I could smell was his scent, so masculine and rich. All I could hear was his heavy breathing and grunting. All I could feel was the weight of his powerful body over mine, his harsh bites at my neck and shoulders and the all-encompassing sensation of his cock filling me like none before.

With a mighty roar he came deep inside me. The feel of his hot seed seeping into me had me crying out in satisfaction and he gave me one more brutal thrust that nearly tore his cock from me. It was more than I could stand and my entire body convulsed as I came. 

My body went limp on the sodden furs and his weight was a comfort. After some time he eased away from me and rolled onto his side next to me. I could not move and he had no problem rolling me onto my side to hold me and spoon up to my backside. We caught our breath together.

"Ulric?" Some time had passed and I thought perhaps he had fallen asleep.

"Mmm?" His sighed response stirred the drying hair along my neck.

"May I ask you something?" I felt him nod and reveled in the fact I had left him speechless. "Are you married? Is there a wife waiting for you somewhere?"

He tensed for a moment, then answered in a gruff voice, "No, I was married. She died in the winter giving birth." I rolled over in his arms so that I was facing him and twined my legs with his.

"I am sorry for your loss." He smiled at me but the skin around his eyes remained tight with grief.

"Thank you, Cassius. She was a good woman; a good wife and a good mother."

"How many children do you have?"

"Three," I could not mistake the gleam of pride in his clear eyes. "Two sons and a daughter. They are staying with my sister and her husband until my service to the king is complete. She had just borne a child and was nursing when my wife went to meet the ancestors. She took in my children so that I could fight and hopefully claim some of the land we will take."

I smiled at him and gently pressed my lips to his. Some deep emotion passed over his face that I could not identify. When I would have asked him what was wrong he rolled away from me and left the bed. With his back to me he said, "Come, boy, we can't stay abed all day. I'll take you to the training grounds and you can see for yourself the skill of my brothers."

When we were dressed Ulric led me from the fort to a cleared field where men were engaged in various forms of practice fighting. There was a range for firing arrows with stuffed straws targets at one end. The other end of the field was used for practice fighting on charging horses. In the forefront was an area designated for groups of men to fight with wooden batons shaped like swords. As we approached Ulric pointed out what each group of men was doing.

"Ulric, I am a son of Rome. I've trained in all the martial arts. There is no need to explain." My shoulder brushed his and I smiled up at him.

"Then perhaps, Cassius, you would deign to show us barbarians some of your skill." He laughed down at me and I grinned in response.

When we got closer to the men Ulric called out to Lars, who was battling with another man. They came over and Lars tipped his head at me with a smile. I think he would have greeted me but Ulric spoke first, "The young lord wishes to show us his skills with a sword." He held out a hand and Lars passed him the baton. The other man gave me his with a sneer and a chuckle aimed at the other men.

I grasped the handle and tested the weight of the instrument. It was heavier than I would have guessed. I stepped into the designated area and turned to meet Ulric. He bowed to me and I returned the gesture. As we straightened Ulric pounced at me with his sword raised. I easily deflected his first attempt and brought my own sword down on his exposed calf. The force of my blow would have severed his leg with a real sword and he hopped back with a cry and a look of utter shock on his face.

I pressed my advantage and came at him with a series of blows he barely managed to deflect. I'd practiced in the gymnasium with professional soldiers since I was a boy and I took great pride in my skills. Winded, Ulric made a desperate stab for my stomach which I side-stepped and brought my sword down on his back with a loud crack as the wood met his flesh. He stumbled forward onto his knees. I stepped close behind him and, before he could react, I used his hair to pull his head back and pressed my sword to his throat.

"Do you submit, Ulric?" He had no choice though I could feel his anger radiating from him. He did not speak immediately so I tightened my hand in his hair and pressed the edge of the sword more firmly into the strong column of his exposed neck.

Finally his body relaxed and he said, "Aye." I released him and he stood slowly. When he looked at me I smiled and he grinned in return. He walked towards the other men and gave his sword to Lars who stepped forward to meet me.

After we each bowed Lars was much more careful engaging me, having learned from Ulric's example. We paced around one another. They had all expected me to be no challenge to their superior age and greater strength but I intended to surprise them. When I finally closed with Lars the blows came fast and hard. His reach was longer than mine and he had more force but none of the finesse I'd worked so hard for. Within minutes I had him laid out on his back before me, my sword pressed to his chest.

When he rose up to join the other men I saw Fenol had come to watch and called him out to face me. He took the sword offered up by Lars and stepped forward with a sneer.

"You'll see now, boy," he spoke loudly as he came closer. "You'll fight like a man in the day but I fucked you like a woman last night." He bragged loudly for the other men to hear and I felt my face heat.

It quickly became apparent the Fenol had nothing to brag about. I bested him soon enough and called for another opponent. When I had beaten ten of the men my arms felt heavy and my movements were becoming sloppy. I left the combat area and explained that I had to retire or I'd surely lose the next round. They tried to goad me into more fighting but I looked to Ulric and he nodded. He came forward and told the men to leave me be, we had more to see.

As he led me to the archery range he said, "You fight well, Cassius. On my honor you fight better than any man I've known."

I ducked my head in modesty and muttered "Thanks."

"Shall we see your skills with a bow?"

Their bows were much longer than any I'd used before. It took me some time to get the feel for it but within twenty attempts I proved greater accuracy than most of the men present. Ulric encouraged me as we both took aim and, by the end, we were an even match with the bow.

Next he led me to the horses and I quickly proved that I was better with the horses and the mounted combat than any man. As the sun began to set I was feeling proud of my skills and trading stories with Ulric between bouts of laughter. I was feeling a little sore and well-exercised when he offered to show me to the river where we could bathe. I gladly accepted his invitation.

At the river's edge Ulric stripped before jumping into the slow moving water. I was awed again by his physical beauty and stared at him. The hair on his body was like spun gold in the setting sunlight and accented the movement of his muscles beneath his skin. He looked like what I imagined when I envisioned Apollo, golden and strong. I realized what I was doing and pulled off my clothes and joined him in the cold water.

"Were you enjoying what you saw?" When I broke the surface he was right behind me. I whirled around in the water to face his smug grin.

"You're beautiful, Ulric." I saw something I would never have thought possible, a blush crept into his cheeks. I had to smile in response and he was quick to push me under water. A short fight ensued where I was nearly drowned. Finally I begged his mercy and he let me catch my breath as he held my elbow.

"I don't understand you, Cassius." A look of puzzlement passed over his features.

"What is there to understand?" I smiled and more than anything I wished to kiss him but was afraid of how he might react. Instead I moved closer to him until only a foot separated our chests.

"After the way I fucked you, I thought... I assumed you to be less of a man. The way you enjoyed it made me certain you.... But you fight like a man. Outside of your bed you act like a man. It doesn't seem possible."

"Ulric," I sighed. "I am a man, make no mistake. But I am a man that likes to be fucked by other men. As you said, I enjoy it." He chuckled with me.

"But there is more to it than that. You like to submit to a man, don't you?" I smiled as I slowly nodded and ran a lazy hand over his chest. "You raise some feeling in me I can't explain, boy." I grinned wider.

"Is that so?"

"Aye, though that's not the only thing you raise in me." He took my hand from his chest and placed it over the shaft of his hard cock. I barely contained the gasp his hot flesh aroused in me.

"And what would you have me do to lower it?" I asked. The lust sparked between us but he stepped away and dove under the water. I followed and we swam until the sun settled on the horizon.

"Let's get ready for dinner," he said at length. "I've prepared a gift for you. It should be awaiting you in your room." 

We made our way to the bank where our clothes were. I used my tunic to dry myself and put on my loincloth. Ulric simply pulled on his kilt and we made our way back to the fort. In my room I found a bundle of leather wrapped in string. I untied it to find a newly made kilt and vest like the warriors wore. I put it on with pride before I made my way to the king's table.

"I understand you fight well, my lord," Tylus commented at my side. We were enjoying the singing of several young women as we ate. I hadn't been paying attention to the conversation around me as my eyes kept straying to Ulric where he sat with some of the other warriors. He would catch my eye for a moment and I would smile shyly before looking away. I knew that I was smitten with him in a manner I had never experienced before.

Turning to the king, I replied, "I have trained my whole life with the expectation I would one day lead men in the service of Rome, sir. I never had the necessity to employ my time in any manner other than training as I'm sure your men must."

"I was told that you are an exceptional swordsman, my lord." He continued with a mischievous smile, "Perhaps you could help train my warriors?"

"I doubt they would appreciate that," I said with a chuckle.

"What of my proposal, my lord? Have you given it any more thought?"

"Aye, King Tylus, I have thought of little else all day." Which was a lie but I couldn't tell him that I'd been brooding on Ulric. "Let me pray to the gods for guidance and maybe in the morning I will know whether I agree with you or not."

"Then let me not keep you from your bed, sir." He laughed and clapped me on the back.

"I may retire, if it would not displease you?" I smiled warmly at the king and realized I liked him as a man. I was tired from the exertions of the day and the night before. With my belly full I felt drowsy.

"No, off to bed with you! I know you have had an eventful day." He saw me off with a warm smile and strong clasp of my shoulder.

I stood and Gordianus, who had been seated on my other side, stood with me. He gestured for me to follow him to the corner of the room. I expected him to ask after my welfare but that was not the case.

"My lord, I do not think your father would approve of the king's plan."

"Why not? Gordianus, it would substantially increase his holdings."

"Not if they are unsuccessful. This is a risky undertaking and I think the king is overly sure of the outcome."

"He has faith in his men, and I believe that faith is well placed."

"You cannot know what faith to place in his men, my lord. We've only been here for one day."

"Gordianus, I trained and watched them today. They are good men. I can teach them a few lessons and they will be nearly as good as any centurion from the Republic."

"You cannot know that, my lord, from one day of watching them train! This entire venture would be very ill advised." I gestured him to keep his voice low.

"My mind is not made up. I will watch and hear more of their plans before I make any decision. But I feel that this war would be a profitable course of action."

"You cannot be serious! You know nothing of these people. Putting yourself out as a common whore to some of the men does not give you the knowledge to make an informed...." He stopped when he saw the expression of anger on my face and his own blanched as he realized what he'd just said.

"Gordianus, I am the son of a Roman senator. I will soon be a senator myself. Do not make the presumption that you can address me in so disrespectful a manner." I stepped closer to make myself completely understood. "If you ever dare to do so again I will have you head. Do you understand me?"

He nodded and backed away from me with his head lowered. "Forgive me, my lord, it will not happen again. My good sense deserted me for a moment, I beg your pardon. Never again, my lord."

"Be sure that it doesn't. Good night." I turned and left him quivering behind me.

In the antechamber to my room I was surprised to find the four men from the previous night waiting for me. Ulric stood from the bench they had been seated on and smiled at me before bowing his head quickly.

"Does my lord wish the pleasure of our company this night?" His voice was soft and deep with respect but I could hear the undertone of humor in it.

"Thank you, Ulric, but it is not necessary. I realize that you all have other obligations, family, you must attend to." I couldn't deny that I wanted Ulric to stay but the others, especially Fenol, I could do without.

Lars stood to say, "My lord, we are here at your pleasure. If you wish us to stay, it will be done."

I opened my door with a sigh and beckoned Ulric in. In a whisper I explained to him, "Ulric, I greatly desire you to stay with me tonight. But I will not force you, or the others. Fenol, certainly, I have no wish to spend more time with." He pulled me to him and wrapped me in his strong arms.

"Cassius," he breathed into my ear, "I would not have Fenol stay either, but... Lars and my brother? I think I would like to see you under them before I take you." In that moment I realized two things: Penric was Ulric's true brother and that I would do anything he wanted me to do.

"Very well, as you wish. Send Fenol away and invite the other two to stay." Already my cock was filling with blood in anticipation.

"Thank you, Cassius. You look very good dressed as a warrior." He brushed his lips across mine before he spoke in a husky whisper, "It took all my will not to bend you over the table before the king and lift your kilt so I could fuck you." My cock was rock hard now and I felt an answering hardness from his groin. He held me a moment longer before kissing me and plunging his tongue past my lips. I sucked at it and made him moan. He pulled back with a sigh and let me go.

He made his way to the door as I went further into the room. I stepped up to the bucket and pissed gladly into it. I heard Ulric talking, "Fenol, go to your wife," he said dismissively. "Brother, you and Lars and I are going to have some fun with that boy tonight. He may know his way around a sword but we'll show him how real men wield their weapons, eh?" I heard their answering laughs and a shiver rolled down my spine.

When I had finished I turned to find the three men waiting for me by the bed. Ulric stepped from between them and motioned me forward. In a commanding voice he said, "Take off your clothes, Cassius and get on the bed." Penric gasped at the familiar use of my name.

"Little Brother," he turned to look at Penric, "in this room Cassius is not a lord. He is my boy and we will do with him as I please." He turned back to me and sneered, "Why are you still dressed, boy?" I made haste to do as he said and removed my kilt and vest. In just my loincloth I crossed to the bed and positioned myself in the center while they watched me. I eased the linen clothe from my hips and thighs until I could kick it from me and lay completely exposed.

"Prepare yourself for us the way you showed me earlier." The authoritative tone of his voice made the hair on my neck stand up and I searched the furs for the little pot of lubricant. When I found it I drew my legs up as before until my hole was in plain view. With trembling fingers I dipped into the oil and smeared it around my entrance.

"Mm, yes that's the way. Push it in with your fingers, Cassius, and make yourself wet." I eased one finger into my ass and stared at Ulric. He still wasn't wearing anything under his kilt and pulled up the hem to let his massive cock stand out from between his thighs and stroke it slowly. He attentively watched me make a display of myself and ease a second lubed finger past my ring. I fingered myself a few times before applying more of the lubricant. This time as I used my two fingers to stretch and prepare myself I spread them until I was ready for a third.