The Gods had smiled on Eric Of Norlen and his men this day. How his great loins stirred in anticipation of the celebration tonight. Six young Brit warriors were among the plunder and Eric would begin their training when Mars rose to witness the act. For two cycles of the moon Eric had been without someone to pump his seed into. Ordan who had grown so quickly under Eric's guidance, had been his last. And now Ordan had blossomed and was carrying on Eric's teachings.
The Brits had fought well, Eric thought. Their men were quick and agile. He admired their smooth musculature and blond hair. Which one of the six he would choose for himself remained to be seen.
Of course the Brits were no match for the Norlen's great size and strength. Their arrows and spears bounced off Eric's iron-hard muscles like straws in the wind. Even the snares Eric tore apart in his bare hands. And still the Brits fought gamely. Which made the taking that much easier. When his men saw a likely candidate, they would pick it up flailing in one huge hand. If it did not pass inspection, it was sent soaring into a nearby tree. Most tribes fled in fear as the Norlen left their Dragon Ships wearing only horned helmets and leather boots and cross-straps. It was said they could impale a man on their great erect penises which slapped from one mighty thigh to the other when they walked. They could overturn carts and wagons with ease and help themselves to what or who was inside.
And now Eric sat cross legged on his White Bear rug. Sol had retired to the west and Mars flickered in readiness to the east. The firelight danced over Eric's mammoth oiled pecs and biceps. His burnished helmet glowed .His blond beard was trimmed. His manhood rolled off his great thigh and into the white fur. His man meats as large as fists flexed with seed.
"Begin!"
The six Brit warrior youths were brought before Eric by Jens. They were totally naked. Jens had taught them early on that they would not be mistreated if they behaved. The six had grown to like Jens' rough ways. He could easily overpower all six when he chose but his great laugh forged a mutual trust. They sat obediently at the giant's feet.
Tonight, Jens was unusually quiet and the lads reflected his mood sensing something important was about to happen.
"Master, I bring you six candidates for passage." Jens spoke in his native tongue.
"Have they all had the Elixir?" Eric spoke of the secret potion all the Norlen drank. It was the catalyst to their great size and strength. Only Eric knew the correct combination of ingredients.
"Yes, Master. Three days now."
"And are there signs?"
"In four, Master."
"Show me."
Gently Jens reached down and scooped up one of the youths over his forearm. In his native language, Jens spoke gently and without hesitation, the young man knelt and placed Jens' great penis in his mouth. The assembly murmured its approval. Even though the youth could barely manage the great head in his mouth, still his tongue caused the great oak to grow. Jens sighed a name and another of the initiates went immediately to Jens' ass cheeks and parted them. The rumble of the clan grew as this young soldier began to work on Jens' sizable rosebud. Two others nuzzled Jens' armpits where thick hair sprouted. The Assembly applauded loudly as the worship continued.
Suddenly, Eric raised his hand and the ensemble grew quiet. Gently, Jens shook the young men loose from his body. Another had started lapping at Jens' toes but stopped on command.
"Offer your manhood to Master, Aran," Jens instructed the handsome soldier who had first taken the Norlen cockhead in his mouth. Obediently the man Aran approached Eric of Norlen. Without hesitation, the youth brought his cockhead to Eric's lips. Eric dropped his jaw and the cock disappeared. Eric fondled the young man's eggs expertly and in seconds his large index finger found the lad's joy trigger. One deft stroke and the lad called his rapture to the whole assembly.
It was considered a great honor to both give and take the first seed after the Elixir. It was by far the most precious and potent growth stimulant known. Eric felt its effects almost immediately.. As he arose, his 20 inch ramrod headed straight for Aran's mouth. The entire assembly sat stunned as the boy Aran slowly adjusted to the size of the member then took its entirety down his throat. This had never happened in the entire history of Norlen. Even Eric himself had only been able to manage a portion of his Master Erid at his initiation. Having gone two cycles without release, Eric was quick to unleash his seed. How quickly Aran would grow with the other secret to the Norlem's great size and strength deep inside him. Eric could actually feel the youth's smooth muscles continue to fill out as he massaged the lad's arms and shoulders. The young buck moved naturally and freely into position as Eric eased three then four fingers into the young man's chute. He had never seen anyone open so easily and eagerly. He was so intent on what he was doing that he had nearly forgotten his duty. Jens cleared his throat noisily and Eric suddenly remembered himself.
"To the God Mars do we dedicate these initiates. Be it so."
But no one moved. Instead all eyes were focused on Aran who was being raised so easily by Eric of Norlem. With one mighty shove, the leader's pole disappeared to the root. Only the fire roared as the two men kissed hungrily.