End of the World - Eleven - Arthur is born
by Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com
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Otter looked up as his cock withdrew from Optimus' ass and saw that Cedric was bouncing on Sampson's cock, Paulus's cock was deeply buried in Julian's ass, Maximus in Orsinian. He couldn't tell who had cum and who hadn't. Clearly all the men were in good form. Valens went from man to man with a wineskin and quenched everyone's thirst.
Valens had a good sense of the amount of wine needed to keep a party going, without getting everyone so drunk that they could not function. Drunken debauches were a part of German rituals and played a role in Celtic tradition, but Valens wanted hard cocks. Drunkenness was was fine as an excuse for orgies and sexual liberties, but all of these men were unashamed of their sexual prowess and their choice of partners. The bath was soon filled with men, relaxing and cleaning off after the intense interlude. The room was warm , the men had cum at least once , but they felt a need to keep the feeling going.
Wolf and Badger began to play a drum and a flute, and dance. It was one of the old tribal dances of the east coast. They had bound their cocks in the leather ties, and as the other men joined the dance they did the same. Wolf began chanting. It was a war dance, used on the eve of battle. The men formed a ring with interlocked arms and took up the chant. Even the blind man joined in, he knew of these dances and once he got the rhythm, never missed a step.
The men danced and chanted under the gold dome of the bath, below the images of dancing gods, and all became aware that they wanted to become fucking gods, emulating the upper tier of the frescoes. As they danced their cocks got harder and harder and they realized that release was in their companions ass.
Valens broke out of the group and oiled everyone's cock, and hole. Some, like Otter and Optimus hardly noticed. Fox was excited as a finger entered his ass for the first time. Othacar-Sampson felt a twinge of fear, but his raging hard on made that seem un important. Valens rejoined the dancing ring.
Wolf slowed the beating of the drum and stopped, bent over and opened his hole to Valens. Valens entered and spread his ass for Badger. And thus followed Fox, Julian, Optimus, Cedric, Maximus, Joshua, Paulus, Orsinian, Arcturus and finally Sampson. Sampson grabbed Arcturus' tits as he shoved to the hilt, and as Wolf deep dicked Sampson's tender ass.
Wolf hit the bulls eye, and Sampson tried to pump deeper into Arcturus' ass and he tried to wiggle his ass to get Wolf's cock deeper into his prostate. He gave out a low growl. The growl became a moan for some of the men, a roar for Arcturus. Badger came first, howling as he filled Valens' ass, Optimus next shooting his load into Julian. Wolf, Sampson and Arcturus came together, Wolf holding Sampson in place as he had a convulsive orgasm. Soon every cock was subsiding, everyone had filled a friend's ass with their seed. The night was over, all slept well.
As the small expedition left the next morning, Orsinian pulled Sampson aside and handed him a gift. It was a crescent of gold, smooth at one end and with a dragon head at the other. "Julian and I made it for you, to fill in the hole." Orsinian said. He handed it to Sampson to feel. I was smooth and well oiled.
"Can you put it in?" Sampson asked. Orsinian opened Sampson's loin cloth, took his penis and peeled back the skin. He slowly worked the blunt end into the piss slit, and then through the tunnel until it came out the ring hole. Soon only the dragon head could be seen peaking out of his slit.
"Sampson Dragon-Cock" Orsinian said. This struck a responsive cord in the blind man's heart. The new ring had been stimulating and now he realized that it might be decorative too. Sampson thanked him.
The men set off. Arcturus' in-laws village was two days away, and the men made good time. Badger scouted out the trail. The diminutive man disappeared into the under brush, covering the areas in advance. Joshua and Paulus followed next and Orsinian and Arcturus made up the rear guard.
"I've never done anything like last night." Arcturus stated. "It was unbelievable. We need more men , but I'd hate to get men who didn't share our interests."
"You didn't know you had that interest until we found you." Observed Orsinian. "You seem to like it. I was wrestling for ten years and never found anyone who seem to object too much to shoving their meat in my hole, and remarkable few who had much trouble taking it in their shit chute."
"I guess you are right, I had no idea. I never thought about fucking or sucking men. Life was so miserable, that I didn't think much about anything other than getting through the day." Arcturus said. "There was so much emphasis on fucking women at my father's house, it really didn't occur to me."
"I think that we have someone to appeal to all tastes. Young, old, smooth, hairy, average dicked and horse hung. If we encounter anyone who is interested in men, we can get him." said Orsinian.
"Maybe I could attract some men." Arcturus said.
"Shit no!" Orsinian laughed. "You're the bounty for joining! We don't want to waste that cock of yours on guys who might join. I can take care of the potential men. If they have any interest in man sex they know about wrestlers. I can cull out the unworthy."
The trip was uneventful, as they progressed further west the population increased. Here and there one found a settlement or villa that was functioning as in the old days. More often you found a villa hastily fortified and surrounded by hovels built by refugees.
Two day later they reached the territories of Arcturus' in-laws. The small party of men caused a stir wherever they went, but there was excitement at the Villa Augusta, the family home. Arcturus' father in law, Britannicus Learian was a wealthy and powerful man.. The villa was professionally fortified and the refugee settlement was orderly and firmly under control. The gate keeper recognized Arcturus and greeted him warmly, but asked them to stay outside until the family could greet him properly.
The servants brought food and drink. Britannicus appeared with a man Arcturus did not know. "Greeting Arcturus! You are alive!" Britanicus called.
"Yes and you look well It is good to see you safe and in charge!" Arcturus said and then introduced his companions. Britannicus was cordial and introduced his companion as Gildas, a man from the north.
"We thought you were dead. We were told they found your body." Britannicus said, obviously uneasy. "Gwenwyr, your wife was distraught, with your three sons to care for. This world is not good for a woman alone." Clearly Britannicus was trying to say something, but was unwilling to come to the point. Everyone was uneasy.
Gildas spoke up. "I married your wife."
"She was a widow, we were sure you were dead!" Reiterated Britanicus. "Gildas is a powerful man. He promised to adopt your children as his own. To make them his heirs! And he has kept his word I gave my permission. I'm sorry."
Arcturus realized that he had only been dead for six months, and that such a quick remarriage was unseemly; there must have been other considerations. Power wealth and security were the needs of the times and Gildas must have provided this for Gwenwyr, and for Britannicus. But he also realized that Britannicus did not say he was sorry often, and that he could have had them killed if he wished.
"A father never needs to apologize for looking after the best interests of his daughter and grand children. These are difficult times, we must find safety where we can. You are a wise man, Britannicus." The tension eased as Arcturus spoke these words. He stepped forward and grasped Gildas' hand. "But I am afraid that Gwenwyr has two husbands."
"We will work something out!" Britannicus bellowed, "we must celebrate! He who was lost is found! It is a great day!" Britannicus had liked Arcturus, and his wife, Lady Domina, was Arcturus' mother's cousin. They all entered the villa.
The lawyers were gone, the priest had fled, so the business of resolving the legal problems took some doing. "What if I were to stay dead? My father would never give me my inheritance. I am sure he has mourned enough." Arcturus said with a bitter laugh.
"If you were dead your sons would be your heirs." Mused Britannicus. He was always calculating potential benefit to his family. This seemed to be the easiest solution for the problem. With that problem solved, Arcturus explained the reason for the visit.
Britannicus was careful in his choice of words, He either accepted nor rejected the request. This was all that Arcturus wanted at this time. Britannicus rose and offered a toast. He spoke first of the loss of his son in law Arcturus, who had died fighting the Saxons, and then of the arrival of new comrades lead by..., here he stopped. He needed a name. He thought and said, "lead by Arthur, a great warlord from the east.
The newly christened Arthur rose and gave a tribute to Britanincus, and his son-in-law, Gildas, protectors widows and orphans. The night became festive. The men eventually went to the baths to sober up, and let the women clean up after the banquet.
The baths were large for a private villa, and were well maintained, the water was warm and clean. As the men striped and entered the water Britannicus and his men couldn't help but notice the visitors. Gildas whispered to Britannicus, "I've never seen so many hung men in my life. It's a freak show in a circus!"
"One hell of a circus." Britannicus replied, and he got in the water. He sat next to Paulus on a bench in the warm water. He discovered who Paulus was, and was interested in the boy's travels since his father had been killed. Britannicus had only daughters, and he felt sympathy for the fatherless boy. Britannicus was an older man, still big and muscular, with gray hair. He looked like an older version of Othacar, a bit hairier, and more grizzled.
Gildas sat next to Orsinian and soon discovered the wrestler's past. Orsinian asked if he wrestled. "Not any more, I am an old married man now, I don't play in games" Gildas said. He realized that this might sound as if he were insulting Orsinian, and he quickly added, "My companions over there still wrestle. I've watched many exciting matches." He waved at two big blond guys on the other side of the pool. "Lucas, Leo, come over here!" The two men lumbered over.
After a brief conversation the two men recognized the name of Orsinian the Armenian Bear, and the conversation became animated. A young muscular man was talking with Joshua and a heavy set older man was all but drooling over Badger. A boy a year or so older than Paulus spoke with Arthur.
Arthur could feel the sexual excitement build in the room. He guessed that nothing would happen tonight, but if any of the men cold find a place to be alone, they would soon have company. He had never seen Britannicus interested in a man before. Paulus looked younger than his age, perhaps that was the attraction.
The young man taking to Arthur was Decius, a refugee from the east. He and Festus, his father's master of the horse, the man speaking with Badger, had been sent west with valuables to their country home in Wales. When they reached it, it had been occupied by other refugees, who had no intention of letting the original owners return without a fight. Decius and Festus were returning home and were at Britannicus' villa when they learned that the eastern part of the country was lost to the Saxons, and so there they stayed.
Decius was well built and more mature than Paulus, there was no trace of boyish ganglyness about him. Without a family, he was living on the goodwill and hospitality of Britannicus, He clearly wanted to do battle with the Saxon's and either find his family or avenge them. Arthur knew that he would have no trouble recruiting Decius and Festus and getting them away from Britannicus. Hospitality demanded that he treat them well, but Britannicus preferred to have only members of his clan in his villa.
Arthur looked at Badger and Festus talking, and noted the look of admiration, or lust in Festus' eyes. Arthur had always thought that horsemen liked men who were hung like horses, and horse hung described Badger. Both Arthur and Paulus were as well hung, but Festus couldn't dream of sex with men of their rank. Festus and Badger were of the same class. Decius could look at Arthur as a man of similar station, and Arthur noticed that every time he looked away, Decius looked at Arthur's impressive equipment.
The party broke up and the visitors were given a room to sleep in one of the out buildings of the villa. The men discussed the situation. "I bet that Lucas and Leo will join our party."Orsinian said. "They are young and strong, Leo is married to a bitch, and I doubt either men care much for women. They will only be servants and farm hands here."
"Do you think they will like our group?" Arthur asked.
"I think so, they are wrestlers, and they were checking me out to decide it they wanted to win or loose!" Orsinian joked.
"And their decision?" Joshua asked.
"I think they could loose to me easily, If Arthur was in the ring, however, I think they would fight like hell to make sure they wouldn't be impaled on that fuck tool!"Orsinian answered. Everyone laughed. "And you Joshua?"
"The guy I talked to was Quinton, the youngest son of Gildas' uncle. No prospects, everything goes to his brother. He wants loot and honor. And maybe cock." Joshua replied.
"The classic dissatisfied younger son." Arthur said. "They are only trouble inside the home, but very useful out. He looks like a strong man."
"Gymnasium strong." Joshua said. "He works at it because he has nothing else to do, I knew scores of men like that at the baths. He may shave himself to look more statue-like. When I told him my name is Joshua, he said I looked more like Hercules."
"Would he be of any use in a battle?" Badger asked.
"Gymnasium strong can convert to battlefield strong. He is ambitious and wants to distinguish himself. He'll be fine." Joshua said.
"Well Festus is a useful man." Badger said. "Knows horses from top to bottom, spent years in the calvary and knows all about calvary tactics. He's old, but strong as an ox. Good hunter too." Arthur then told of his conversation with Decius.
"Do you want to hear about Britannicus?" Asked Paulus. "I think he may be interested."
"You're kidding!" Arthur said.
"Not at all. Lady Domina is well named indeed. She controls the house with her three daughters. Britannicus feels as if he is no longer needed since he has reproduced. Gildas is the nail in his coffin. He has been selected to be the heir. With Gwenwyr and Domina, they will do what they wish. Britannicus knows his time is over, he would love a chance to get away and be free of the women." Paulus explained.
"Pussy whipped." Badger said.
"You must have gotten more out of Britannicus in your brief time in the bath than I did in five years of marriage." Arthur complained.
"I think he likes me." Paulus said. "He was a bit drunk, and he likes me, he told me too much. The bath is the only place he can get away from her. I think he hand picked the guys in the bath, and I bet he has some others lined up to join us. " With that the men went to sleep. It had been a busy day.
The men went on a hunting expedition the next day and Arthur and Orsinian found them selves alone. "Do you think Paulus is right?" asked Arthur.
"I don't know, but I do know that Britannicus was mighty taken with Paulus. Paulus is a smart boy, he is young, but he has survived for to years in Saxon territory. I can't believe that he misunderstood. He didn't misunderstand that Britannicus was playing with his cock under the water." Orsinian answered.
"Are you sure?"
"I was closer than you were. And there was some mutual enjoyment too." Orsinian added. "Paulus was smart enough to look a bit shocked and a bit more excited. He understood exactly what Britannicus wanted."
"Domina's and Britannicus' relationship has never been close, but I thought it was normal marital irritations." Arthur mused. "Gildas is wealthy and powerful, he is the perfect match for future security if you combine their property and my son's, they will have what was a kingdom before the Romans came." He paused. "I will be interested in seeing who shows up a dinner tonight"
"I will be interested in seeing who ends up naked in the baths after dinner." Orsinian added.
That night Gildas had returned to his home with Gwenwyr, but Lucas and Leo remained behind, with two of their friends, big beefy farmers. Decius and Festus remained. Festus was joined by two horse trainers, Orion and Ursus. Quinton brought two friends with him, Patricius and Bardo. Britannicus was joined by his half brother Lucian, and two cousins, Primus and Alban.
Celtic traditions had replaced Roman dignity and dinner was informal and all of the men mixed without respect to rank. The ladies left the tables early, leaving the men to themselves.
Men left to themselves meant more wine and beer, and the collection of strangers began to relax and feel comfortable. They adjourned to the baths, and Britannicus stationed servants at the doors to insure privacy.
As soon as the men stripped, Arthur noticed that the cock size of the men in the room was greater than it had been the day before. None of the men the day before had small cocks, but today the new members of the group were distinctly well endowed. The horse trainers were big, crude, hairy men with big balls and low swinging cocks. They clearly weren't used to bathing, but didn't mind being naked at all. Big cocks made up for a lot of crudeness.
Quinton's friends were as smooth and gymnasium muscular as he was. Patricius was greyhound like, with a long cock; Bardo was a short Hercules with compact balls and cock, looking much like a Greek figurine of the god. Lucian was tall and hairy with thick, long meat, and spoke with a lisp. Primus and Alban were country bumpkins, big, cheerful men, with hair that had never been cut. Primus was red haired, Alban was black. Their hair was braided, but their beards merged with the thick pelts of hair that covered their bodies. They were probably thin and well built, but only the ends of their cocks hung below the thick bush of their pubic hair and the muscles could not be seen under the covering of hair.
Lucian came up to Arthur and spoke. "I see that all of my brother's glowing descriptions of you are true. You are a handsome man whose spirit is as attractive as his appearance." His speech was stilted and slowly delivered, Arthur realized that this was an effort to overcome his speech impediment.
"I appreciate your kind words" Arthus replied. "You are obviously a man of culture and civilization, I have enjoyed meeting you tonight. The times must be difficult for a man of your education and breeding."
"I was a merchant on the coast, and lost everything I owned when the Saxons invaded. My wife died in the flight from Dover, we had no children, which is perhaps a blessing in these evil times. I am alone." Lucian said.
I am so sorry. But Britannicus is your brother?" Arthur asked.
"Half brother, but we were raised apart. He is a kind and generous man. He had no need to help me in my hour of need." Lucian added. "I have helped him where ever I could in the protection of this place. I admit that sword and spear and bow and arrows were as foreign to my old life as they are a part of me now. I am a much stronger man than I had thought two years ago when I fled the coast."
Every word Lucian spoke was measured and carefully said. He clearly was offering his services. Arthur suspected that years of being ridiculed for his speech impediment had left him fearful of being embarrassed, and he was trying to avoid the problem. He was an impressive big man, and the contrast between his lisp and size was almost comic. "Britannicus has explained to you our needs?" Arthur asked.
"Oh yeth!" He said. "I know and I want to join you."
"Have you ever fought?" Arthur asked.
"Never, but I have nothing to loose in death. I would rather die killing Saxons than hiding in Wales!" Lucian said.
"I can agree with you there!" Arthur said. "Are your cousins as eager as you to fight the Germans?"
Lucian laughed. "There are few barbarians more barbaric than those boys. They make the blue men of the north look like Egyptian eunuchs." He added. "Actually, I refused to believe they were related to me when I first met them. Some aunt's daughter married someone in an out of the way part of the island and there they are." he laughed , and whispered into Arthur's ear. "There a are actually two intelligent and strong men under all that hair. No education at all, but good boys."
"Do they a cock or balls hidden in all that hair?"Arthur asked. He wanted to see how Lucian reacted.
Without batting an eye, or hesitating, Lucian replied. "Four good sized balls and two more than good sized cocks." Arthur and Lucian looked each other in the eye, and understood each other. "They are good men to have with you in a camp. They're very friendly." He called the boys over.
They were all in the pool up to their necks in water. Lucian directed Arthur's hands into Primus' and Alban's crotches and told him to dig in. He whispered to the two hair balls that Arthur hadn't been sure they were fully equipped. Both laughed heartily and seemed to enjoy being groped.
"We're real men!" Alban said under his breath.. "And you look like a real man too." Alban gripped Arthur's balls, and Primus took hold of his cock. Arthur had located both of the men's cocks by then and felt them as they began to engorge. Lucian was behind them and Arthur was sure their cousin was working a finger or two into the men's ass.
On the other side of the pool Britannicus sat with Paulus, Quinton , Bardo and Patricius. Britannicus and Paulus. They sat on a underwater bench that left only their shoulders above the warm water. In the dim flickering light of the bath, the men could barely see each other. Britannicus had one arm around Paulus and was holding him close. Joshua joined the group and stood behind Bardo.
Between the two groups of men Badger and the horse men were frolicking. They were making quite a bit of noise and they made it difficult to hear in the room for more than a few feet. Badger quickly found out that all of the men like close physical contact, but that they could continue to play , even in a state of sexual arousal.
Orsinian sat with Lucas and Leo and their friends known only by their nicknames Rooster and Goatman. They all liked to wrestle, and seem to have been village champions as far as Orsinian could tell. They spoke the dialect of the areas and were hard to understand.
Britannicus rose and called and end to the night. And the men reluctantly got out of the water and dried off. When the men returned to their quarters they agians discussed the nights events.
"The water may have been placid, but beneath the surface there was a lot of activity." Arcturus said.
"I wonder if there is a spy hole somewhere, Britannicus seemed both very interested and very cautious." Orsinian then said."If those men weren't prospective recruits, I misunderstood the situation completely."
"He told me that he has something planned for tomorrow." Paulus said. "A hunt of some sort.My guess is that he wants to get away from the women so we can talk."
Unless I misunderstood something..." Badger said, " its more than talk he is after."