The End of the World - A Third Bear Appears by Bald Hairy Man
A few days later after the arrival of the two bears and the boy, Valens and Bembo set off to the east looking for the orchards Valens remembered so well. The were a half day away when they saw birds circling above, and had the uncomfortable feeling that death was near. Some the suspicions were confirmed as the stench became more pronounced. They moved slowly until they were next to a scene of desolation. The summer was hot, and decomposition set in quickly. There seemed to be bodies everywhere, perhaps twenty of them.
Most were Saxons, but in the middle of the piles of bodies and severed limbs were Britons. There was no sign of life and the two men came closer. Clearly the Britons had inflicted tremendous casualties on the Saxons as they fought the good fight. They clearly had not triumphed. Every collection of barbarians had a Briton at its core.
Valens realized that possibly no one had been victorious, since the clothes and jewelry of the bodies was intact; no one had striped the bodies of their valuables. There was a moan, and the two men froze. Bembo quickly took one of the swords from the bodies, and stood at alert.
There was a second moan.
They moved in the direction of the sound and looked at the biggest pile of bodies. Six dead Saxons distributed around a richly dressed Briton. Bembo touched one of the Germans. Stone cold. He then tried each of the others with the same result. All dead. He then touched the Briton. "He's alive." he said. Valens looked closely.
"The man is of high rank," he observed. " and a big man." The man must have been as big as Bembo, but was as blond and Bembo was dark, and as hairy as Bembo was hairless. The man had a mane of hair and beard and moustache. Where the clothes were ripped, it was clear that his body was as hairy as his head.
He was covered in blood and gore and wounded in several places. Yet his heart was still beating. " What should we do with him?" asked Bembo.
"Lets take him home." Valens suggested. " he is a big man. He could be useful."
"How can we get him back?" asked Bembo.
Valens realized that all of the clothes, robes and cloaks of the dead were available for use. With the trunks of some saplings they could make a stretcher. Bembo and Valens were both attracted to the all but dead man, and were willing to try to save him. Bembo found some suitable trees , and Valens tried to bind up the worst of the wounds. The man had suffered a major blow to his head, a gash in his leg and had a broken arm.. Valens figured that the leg was broken also.
One of the cloaks of the deadmen and the jeweled broaches of the others made it possible to make a stretcher. When they lifted him on to it, he screamed, but must have passed out from the pain, and they were able to carry him.
It was well after dark when they returned to the villa. Bembo had no problem with the weight of the man; Valens was all but dead. The body caused a stir, and remarkably was still alive. Optimus had been trained as a doctor, and quickly set to work.
Valens had hoped to get credit for his find, but sat down and fell asleep, and didn't wake up till the next day. He awoke in the domed central chamber of the underground villa, with a great blond body next to him, naked and still. "Oh shit, he died!" the thought, but he decided to feel the body to make sure. He reached over, and was overcome with the worst pain he had ever felt. It was as if every cramp and every body ache he had ever felt was concentrated in his arms and shoulders. The pain was so bad he was winded. He cried out and Bembo's head popped up.
"I don't think you are accustomed to carrying men for long distances." Bembo sounded serious, but his eyes were laughing.
"I think not. Is he alive?" Asked Valens.
"Yes, we cleaned him up. The magistrate says we need to set his leg and arm sometime today, or he will be a cripple. Magister Optimus also thinks that something may be broken inside him." Bembo replied. Valens was going to comment, but was overcome with exhaustion and decided not to. The pain subsided and he fell asleep again.
He woke up to the Britons screams. Optimus and Julian were setting his leg and arm. Broken bodies were all part of a smith's business, and Julian was knowledgeable and helpful. The man again passed out from the pain, and all was quiet again. Valens got up, and while it seemed as if every muscle in his body ached, at least he was able to move. He went outside.
Maximus had recognized the body. The man was Arcturus Ambrosianus , a Romanized Briton and a member of a distinguished family. He must have been heading east to fight the Saxons when his group of noblemen fell into a Saxon scouting party. Arcturus and his men must have fought bravely and effectively, but were outnumbered.
He spoke to Arcturus during one of his few lucid moments. The man remembered only the battle, until he was assaulted by extraordinary pain. Months later Arcturus described the weeks of pain to Maximus. He couldn't think, he couldn't orient himself, he wasn't sure if he had been captured by the Saxons, or rescued by his own men. When he realized that the men around him were Latin speaking, he relaxed, but the pain was constant. The pain was constant until he was moved, when it became unbearable.
Everything would vanish, then he would wake again, and the pain would return. He was being carried, then lowered into warm water. The water was wonderful, but then he was taken out and returned to a dark room. He tried to sit up, and was over whelmed by pain again.
He had nightmares, of fighting the Saxons, of trying to please his father, of being chased by wild animals. There were other dreams. He felt his cock touched by soft wet things that licked it. At first soft and delicate, but later he thought that something was after is balls, trying to suck them out of his body, through his cock.
He felt other things, sexual . But not localized. He felt sexual excitement being generated from inside his body. He had screwed women and knew about the stimulation of his cock, but this feeling came from inside. Arcturus couldn't think straight, the nightmares, the pain and the dreams were all melding together.
The British noble was a handsome and wealthy man, about twenty five. He was unaware of the stir he had caused in this isolate group of men. There was no shortage of men willing to nurse him back to health.
Valens and Bembo took turns watching over the man. They had found him, they felt ownership of him. Arcturus' bad dreams were the product of his recent experiences and his subconscious. His sexual fantasies were produced by Valens.
Valens had been the chief butler for the patrician household of Ceralis Patellius. One of his duties was to serve as nurse to the men of the household. He was genuinely helpful, and had considerable knowledge of medicinal herbs and spices. Sitting beside the sick bed, Valens had found that a little sex play could help while away the hours, for both him and the patient. He told his mistress that he had a magic sleeping potion, but that it would only work for men.
Valens started by massaging the sore muscles of the patient. It was more a rubbing and caressing than a massage, but it seemed to relax. He then move slowly closer to the genitals, massaging, with a feather like touch. Ceralis himself admitted that when he was recovering from a serious head injury, it was days before he figured out what Valens was doing, and Ceralis knew Valens sexual skills first hand.
The tongue was the most delicate instrument in Valens tool box, and he would touch and caress the cock, never actually sucking it. Eventually the patient would be erect, and Valens would change his attention from the relatively insensitive fore skin to the much more responsive cock head. Ceralis's twenty year old cousin, and his fourteen year old son were the only patients who actually climaxed at this point. Valens had a theory that old, stale cum, cooped up in the balls was bad for you, and you need to expel it and make new. He had actually tried to explain this to a doctor once, who told him he was crazy.
But Valens knew that once the cum started flowing again, the patient was well on the road to recovery. It had worked over and over again. His objective was to make the patient climax without the stress and excitement of conscious sexual contact. If the tongue bath on the cock head didn't work, Valens continued to stimulate the head , while he worked a finger into the ass. This was a very slow process, but eventually he would touch the prostate. Usually the patient was unaware; at most he felt a mild fullness in his ass, and the warmth of the stimulated gland. The finger didn't have the sledgehammer like effect a hard penis did, but it worked none the less.
No one ever awoke during this process. Valens was well aware that he could not have been that delicate, and was convinced that several of those in his care were just enjoying themselves. That was all to the better.
Arcturus was difficult for Valens. He was much more badly hurt than most of those who had been in his care, and he was far more attractive. Valens was very active sexually, and sometimes tended to have a workman-like, rather than passionate interest in most men. Valens did not have a workman-like interest in Arcturus. He was immensely attracted to the blond, hairy giant. Years before Julian and he had joked about finding the Cock of the Gods. The penis that would have made Jupiter crazed with lust; Priapus drool in envy. Valens was convinced that he had found that cock, lying between the legs of the British giant.
He wasn't sure for the man was unconscious most of the time, and there was no trace of an erection, but it was big. The balls were the size of apples, contained in a wrinkled, hair covered sack. Relaxed, the cock was the length of a mans hand, and was encased in a thick skin sheath, that hung loosely. It looked like it could be stretched to hold an incredible fuck tool.
On one hand Valens was afraid that the man might die before he had a chance to taste it, to savor it. On the other hand, Arcturus was in such poor condition, that it might not be possible to get near it without hurting him. In the back of his mind, Valens feared that the man might not appreciate the treatment; he might not respond.
Valens was always a considerate nurse, and the first night he simply tended to the needs of the man, and pondered the problem. By dawn he made a decision. If the man died, he died, and it didn't make any difference if he had balls filled with cum or not. The cum drained from his balls wouldn't affect his ascent to heaven.
The technical problems of getting to the cock, were more difficult. Fortunately there was Bembo. Valens explained his medical theory to Bembo, and it struck the former furnace man as both sensible and compassionate. He recalled the many times that Fulvius had felt both relaxed and reinvigorated after shooting a load. Fulvius had said many times that he wanted to die with a smile on his face and his chest covered in sperm.
Bembo volunteered to support Valens in this delicate operation , holding him just above the Briton's cock, so that Valens could get access with out applying pressure to the man's battered body. The next night they got Arcturus to eat a thick broth made by Maximus to help build up strength, and then lowered him slowly into the warm pool, both cleaning him and relaxing him. The put him back on the bed to sleep. He had a fever and they didn't cover him to prevent him from getting too hot.
After he fell into a deep but restless sleep, Valens leaned over and licked the puckered opening of Arcturus' foreskin. Valens was no stranger to lust, but he was shaking like a leaf. Bembo supported him by grabbing his tunic and essentially hanging him above the cock.
After a short while the trembling stopped and Valens began a slow and thorough exploration of the Briton's cock. Bembo just held him there, noticing that Valens seemed to show the same tenderness, almost worship that Fulvius had once lavished on Bembo's cock..
Excited anticipation of can create unrealistic expectations, and Valens' expectations of Arcturus was well beyond reasonableness. Valens could not believe the increased attraction he felt once he made physical contact with the cock. He licked the puckered opening several dozen times and the opening began to part. He slowly worked his tongue into the hole, and began slow circular movements with his tongue opening and spreading the skin. He felt an deep urge to swallow the entire thing, but he resisted. It was excruciating and unbelievably exciting. "Pull me up Bembo, I can't take it any more." Valens whispered.
The both walked over to the pool, stripped, and sank into the warm water. "I think he was responding." said Bembo. "It was rising some; the cock head was moving down the tube."
"I think so too, but I'm not sure I can do it, I have never been so excited in my life." agreed Valens. Both men had full erections. "There are cocks and there are cocks, but he has something remarkable. Do you think he knows?"
"Fulvius was a ugly dirty old man, and he told me he loved me a thousand times. I never believed him until he made love to my cock. My cock told me that he really cared for me. The first time my cock touched his prostate I knew that it was real. I never felt anything for him, just gratitude, but he actually loved me. I wish now that my cock had shot its load deep into his brain, and told him that I loved him, but I didn't and it didn't. Cocks don't lie." Bembo mused.
"Well we'd better get back to work" said Valens. They returned o the sleeping body, and Valens hovered above the cock like a hummingbird at a pollen filled flower. By the end of the night, the tip of the cock head had emerged, and while Arcturus' cock was by no means erect, its true scale could be appreciated.
Bembo pulled Valens up, and they looked at the calm, sleeping man. "Look!" Bembo whispered. Emerging from the half enshrouded cock head was a single glistening bead of liquid. He lowered Valens down again and he collected it on his tongue. Bembo pulled him up again, the two men faced each other and kissed, sharing the drop.
After they broke apart, Valens spit in his had and lubricated Bembo's erect cock. Valens bent over and Bembo shoved his cock deep into Valens ass. Bembo used one arm to pin Valens hairy chest, the other hand grabbed the ridged cock. Bembo quickly pumped three or four times and Valens shot cum all over his hairy gut and chest. Bembo rubbed it in, spreading it evenly over the nude torso. A few thrusts later and Bembo filled Valens' ass. The two men collapsed on the floor.
"That wasn't love." Bembo murmured.
"Shit no! I've never needed a fucking so bad in my life." said Valens. "Thank you." later that day Valens looked back and realized that even though he had been covered in cum, and filled with it, the taste of Arcturus's one bead of pre-cum remained in his mind.
The next night Valens coaxed the entire head out of the enveloping foreskin, and introduced a finger in the ass. The British nobleman responded with a much larger offering of pre cum, and some movements that Valens interpreted and trying to get a more comfortable hold on the new object in his ass.
When Arcturus was conscious, Valens persistence got quite a bit of food in him, bathed him in the thermal pool and cleaned his wounds of anything that looked like puss or infection. Movement was an ordeal for the man, but Julian was convinced that unless he moved he would stiffen up like a board and die.
On the third night Valens made contact with Arcturus' prostate. The cock had been half erect, and the entire head exposed when Valens two fingers touched the gland. Valens remembered when he first touched another mans magic nut. It had been Julian's and Julian had been resisting Valens advancing finger when the finger and the nut made contact and Julian suddenly relaxed and opened his ass as wide as he could. It was soft and squishy and the size of a hazelnut or acorn. After Valens massaged it and gave a it a few good pokes, Julian was crying, so desperately he needed release.
Arcturus' was the size of a ripe plumb, in a good year. If Arcturus has been conscious, and willing, Valens would have caressed it with three fingers and held the whole thing in his hands. With one finger on each side of it, Valens began slowly massaging it. Slowly and delicately he kneaded the gland, and watched the cock grow to full erection. By then the pre cum was dripping from the head, down the shaft and into the reddish blond bush. Bembo was supporting Valens so he did not apply any pressure to the body while he manipulated it, and felt the increase in sexual tension as he watched the cock get bigger and Valens pick up the pace of the prostate massage.
Valens was exhausted, and ready to give up for the night, when Bembo's cock touched Valens' asshole and the mushroom head slipped just inside the sphincter. Valens involuntarily jabbed his fingers forward, and poked Arcturus' prostate. Immediately the gland began to fill up, and became hard as a rock. Cum shot high in the sky covering Valens and Arcturus with long ribbons of cum, landing on the hairy bodies of the two men.
Bembo pulled Valens up, and firmly skewered him on his cock, Valens shot and all of Valens' cum landed on Arcturus and there the sperm merged. Bembo had spent much of his life cleaning up the public baths so deposited his load deep inside Valens. He kept his cock deep in the ass for a while, giving a little pump once and a while to work the last bit of sperm out of the cock. Valens used his finger to collect the ribbons of cum hat draped Arcturus' body, and then sucked the man juice off the finger. Valens was convinced that the man who possessed the cock of the gods had turned the corner, and would live.
As the sun rose and Optimus came in to relieve the two men of their nursing duties, Valens told him this. Optimus laughed and told him to get some sleep. Optimus had considerable medical knowledge, and knew that the butler's medical theories were comic. However, Arcturus showed considerable improvement when he woke. He was actually hungry and wanted to eat. He even walked a few paces using Wolf and Fox as crutches.
A week later Arcturus was a vigorous, energetic man, moving with either Fox or Wolf as a crutch and with his arm in a sling. I was clear that he was a leader of men, physically appealing, intelligent, and possessing a knack for getting along with other men. Valens continued his evening treatments, and was sure that he blond man knew what was going on.
Valens also noticed that more often than not Arcturus had his arm around a man, or was siting, touching his neighbor. Even Wolf and Optimus, the most reserved men in the group didn't seem to mind it. Arcturus seemed to like men, and liked physical contact with men. But did he like to fuck men? Did he like to play with men?