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 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.
"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.
Lars and Penric were not immune and both removed their vests and kilts. I could see the hard proof of their desire pressed against the linen of their underclothes. I looked back to Ulric's cock, the largest, and felt the hungry itch inside me for his cock. I pushed my fingers deeper and moaned as I rubbed over the sensitive tissue which my desire seemed to spring from.
"Who will go first?" Ulric looked at his brother and Lars. "Penric, you were the last of us to be defeated by him on the field today. You should have the first honors." He placed his hand on his brother's shoulder as he spoke. "His little cunt looks good, does it not?"
Penric groaned and moved to the bed even as he shook of his brother's hand and untied his loincloth. His big cock sprang free and I fucked my fingers harder into my ass. I looked at the three big men ringed above me, waiting to take their pleasure from me, and spread my hole open wider in anticipation.
"Get on your hands and knees, boy." I quickly moved to follow Penric's order. When I was in position I felt the searing heat of his cockhead pressed to my anxious hole. He wasted no time and thrust deeply into me. The pain of his entry stabbed into me for a moment but dissolved quickly with my urgent need.
He fucked me hard, using long deep strokes. He held my hips in a firm grip and pulled me onto his cock with each thrust as I cried out for more. I was just shy of the sensations I needed to send me over when I felt the hot jets of his cum firing against the lining of my canal. I sobbed in frustration as he moaned and shivered over me and collapsed onto my back.
"Move, brother, let Lars have a go." Penric disengaged and we both gasped when the flared rim of his head left me. "Lars, lay on your back," Ulric commanded. "I want to watch my boy ride your cock." Lars was quick to comply and I was even quicker to move into position. My ass greedily swallowed his engorged shaft. As I sank down fully I felt Ulric as my back.
"Don't cum, boy. You'll cum when I fuck you. You understand?" Ulric whispered into my ear. I sobbed again in frustration even as I rotated my hips around the axel of Lars' imbedded cock. I bounced upon his firm thighs and pelvis while running my hands over his hairy chest and stomach.
I fucked myself hard on his cock, my whole body in constant motion. In this position I had more control of my pleasure and was soon at the brink. I slowed and eased away from the orgasm though it took all my will to do so. I sat and squeezed Lars' cock with my muscles. I watched the muscles in his jaw clench while his cock throbbed inside me.
A gentle touch at the point where his body entered mine made me turn my head sharply. Ulric was behind me again and I felt his large finger move inside me through the lubricant and his brother's cum. I squeezed tighter and moaned with the additional stretch.
"Please...," I wheezed.
"Please what?" Ulric was so close I could feel the heat of his body.
"Please, you're going to make me cum." He mercifully removed his finger.
"Lars, fuck him," Ulric said. I was rolled onto my back and Lars held my shoulders down as he pummeled his cock into me. He came within ten deep thrusts and collapsed onto me, his cock still shooting. I was so close to my own orgasm that my whole body quivered with the need to move even as I fought to suppress it.
"Move, Lars, I can't wait any longer." Ulric pushed the auburn haired man from atop me and he rolled to the opposite side of the bed from where Penric lay. I saw that Penric was hard again and watching intently.
Ulric moved into position between my open thighs. He grasped each of my ankles and pulled my legs up then pushed them forward. He pressed my knees into my chest then pulled them open and pressed harder. My knees were almost in my armpits and my ass was fully open and pointed up to the ceiling. The muscles in my back and thighs were stretched tight, painfully so, but I barely noticed. All my focus was on the man holding me down.
His eyes were wet with desire as his gaze moved from my hole to my face. "You're mine, boy. Put my cock in you." He moved his hips back so the long shaft arched just above my ass. I grasped him and put the head at my entrance. He slowly sank it into me, spreading my hole. I would have moved to take more but he held me immobile.
"Easy, boy, easy. You'll get what you want." I whimpered and squeezed my ass tight around his head. "Please, Ulric. Please," I begged. He thrust forward with a groan that turned into a full roar as he sank into me. It felt like his cock reached up into my throat and I panted hard to get the air his cock had forced out of me.
"Fuck, Cassius, I love to watch your face when I'm fucking you. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, Ulric. Fuck me now, or by the gods I swear I'll die." I gave no thought to the other men or what they would think of me. I only needed Ulric, needed him so bad I couldn't stand it.
He moved over me until he was supported on his forearms and my ankles were around his neck. His body pressed me in half and I felt his legs go out straight from where his thighs had been pressed up under my ass and back. He fucked his cock straight down into me, watching me the whole time. Our eyes were locked and my orgasm came over me like a wave. He was so deep inside me every thrust felt like the aftershock of an earthquake. My cum poured out of me like piss, thin and almost clear where it ran up my chest and around my neck onto the furs of the bed.
Ulric's body locked and I felt him unload so much cum into me that it almost immediately began to flow out around the base of his shaft. I was moaning and screaming, my body rocked by the pleasure that ignited from my guts and set my cock on fire. I think he called out my name but I could not hear it over the sound of my own voice in ecstasy.
I barely managed to stay conscious as Ulric moved off of me. Penric moved up next to me and I was turned onto my side. I felt his cock move into me from behind, sliding through the sloppy build-up of cum. Ulric kissed me tenderly from the front. I passed into sleep just as Penric found completion inside me. Vaguely I felt Ulric turn me until my back was pressed tight to his front.