The End of the World - An Old Friend By Bald Hairy Man Bldhrymn@aol.com
The Twins, Fox and Badger were hunting in the early fall and they found another abandoned villa. This was not as rich as the seaside villas they had found before, and unlike the earlier ruins, this villa showed definite signs of having been re-occupied, and recently. New camp fires and signs showed that whoever had been there had made a hasty retreat. The twins knew enough from their stay in Germany to know that this had been a Saxon camp.
They left behind German style cook pots and even a Saxon sword. This confirmed that they had suffered a serious reversal and had fled. The men had Hell-hound with them and the dog was interested but unconcerned with the place so they knew the Saxons weren't within smelling distance of the villa.
They spent the night near by and continued the hunt the next day. Hell-hound picked up a sent, and led the men on a race into the woods on the trail of game. Fox quickly realized something was wrong with the animal they were chasing. It was meandering through the woods, not moving in any particular direction. And it was big and clumsy; broken branches marked its path. Blood stained some branches.
The dog suddenly had it and was barking. The three men raced to make the kill. Hell hound cornered a man. A big naked man. A big naked man with his eyes gouged out.
"Othacar!" Theo cried.
"Theodosius?" The man said in a strong German accent.
"What happened? How did you get here?" Theo looked at the badly beaten up man with no eyes. He called off the dog, and Fox and Badger looked on uneasily.
Theo talked to the man in German as the others consulted. "Let's kill him now, he's blind, he's of no use to anyone." Fox, who was always direct, stated.
Marcus looked genuinely shocked. " He saved our lives, and he is not Saxon, his tribe was the arch enemy of the Saxon swine"
"What in hell are we going to do with him?" Fox asked.
"I have no idea. But we'll take him, We'll find something for him." Marcus was usually mild mannered and quiet, he was agitated at the thought of killing Othacar, the man who had enslaved them.
Badger understood. The twins had spent a month fucking the German chieftain, trying to find some way to get their cocks in his ass without hurting him. From their description of the training they put him through, Othacar was in great pain the whole time. Unless he could take them both, all would have died. Badger guessed that they had fallen in love with him. He was an impressive specimen, even in his beaten up state. Badgers said, "Let's take him back and let the whole group decide."
"Kill me, put me out of misery! Death is better than this." Othacar cried in exceptionally bad Latin.
"The twin Gods want you alive."Theodosius stated. " And live you will. Marcus, you continue the hunt, I will take him back to the villa." Othacar smiled. And the two groups separated.
Fox was muttering, "We can use his cock and his ass, but I don't know what we will do with the rest of him."
"Well, a cock and an ass are a start. And it is quite a cock." Said Badger.
Theodosius led the man back to the villa stopping at a stream to clean the former chieftain up. There Othacar told him the story of is capture, enslavement and mutilation. Theo offered him some of the food he was carrying, and Othacar wolfed it down, and Theo realized that his request to die was not as genuine as it might have been.
Athgar had negotiated a peace treaty with the Saxons and Othacar, with his strongest men went to a banquet to celebrate the event. When they were all drunk, the Saxon's slaughtered them, all except Othacar who they enslaved, and Athgar, who they made chief of the tribe. Apparently Athgar was uneasy about having the beloved of TwinOden killed.
They tortured him, beat him and mutilated, him; poked his eyes out, and pierced his cock. When the Saxon's learned of the defeat, they left him alone and blind to die of starvation or exposure. At this point, Theo asked what they had done to him.
"Look yourself." Othacar replied. They were siting on the bank of a stream, warmed by the autumn sun, and Theo took hold of Othacar's cock and peeled back the foreskin. It was a bloody mess inside.
"When did they do this to you?" Theo asked in a shocked voice.
"I don't know, I guess about a year ago. I can't figure time anymore." Othacar replied. "They put a new ring in maybe a month ago."
"Let me clean you up." Theo said as he began to wash the blood caked head. Feeling his cock again brought back old feelings of affection and passion to Theo. He was going to complain to Othacar that he should have cleaned it better, then realized that he couldn't see. He had no way to know what it was like inside his foreskin. It took awhile, but Theo cleaned it all out and was left looking at Othacar purple cock head with a large rusted iron ring piercing the piss slit. The ring was much thicker than the twins, and Theo understood the ordeal.
"You know what it was like for us now." Theo said with a touch of bitterness.
"I wanted you to live. You were my only hope. You can't believe how hard it is to find twins with long, thin cocks." Othacar sounded desperate as he relived the search for the twins. "I wanted you to heal, not die of the puss in the wounds."
Theo put his arm around the blind man's shoulders and held him. He remembered the month of steady fucking that had preceded the ritual. Othacar wincing in pain every time they entered his ass. He also remembered the salves and potions that relieved the pain of the rings in their cocks. He remembered the excitement that accompanied the insertion of a new ring.
"Don't worry, all the gore in there was dried, you cock has healed. Does it still work?" Theo tweaked Othacar's tits.
"I really don't know." Othacar confessed, "I haven't used it in months."
"We will find out soon enough," said Theo, "are you ready to go again?" The two men set off toward the villa.
Their arrival caused a stir. Maximus remarked to Optimus, that the number of big, well hung, hairy and naked men in the area was truly extraordinary. "Truly, God has blessed us." Optimus observed. The size of the group, both physical and genital had greatly expanded since they left the baths in the Roman city months ago.
Optimus went over to Othacar and took him away to attend to his wounds. He called in Julian to remove the ring. Othacar was frightened, since he had only a rudimentary understanding of Latin, and none of the educated Latin of Optimus. Optimus called in Theo who explained what they were doing.
They took him to the cold bath and cleaned up what Theo had missed in the stream then Optimus peeled back the skin exposing the ring. They took him outside and Optimus laid the cock on a smooth stone table and Julian entered with a hammer and chisel. Theo thought they were lucky that Othacar couldn't see. He wouldn't have believed that he was not going to be castrated.
"Stay still whatever happens!" Theo said. Julian placed the chisel on the ring and made a swift blow with the hammer. It went half way through the ring. The sound scared Othacar, and the vibration was directly transmitted into his cock. He was sweating profusely.
"Ready for another?" asked Julian. Theo translated and Othacar nodded. A third of the ring broke off. The edges were sharp so Julian went to get a file. He quickly returned and began filing the sharp edges. The vibration caused by the filing gave Othacar an erection. Theo watched the reactions of the men as they watched the horse cock enlarge. There was frank admiration. He had good length, but exceptional diameter. Otter drooled.
They returned to the cold pool and made Othacar stay in until he was completely chilled. The iron ring shrank a little, and Optimus removed it easily. They then went to the warm bath. The shivering blind man all but melted into the hot water. Bembo stayed with him.
Outside the men discussed the German chieftain. "Common sense says we should kill him." Valens said. "He is not one of us, and he is nothing but a liability. What can a blind man do?"
There was silence.
"Would it be murder?" asked Maximus.
"He has one hell of a cock." Volunteered Otter. Everyone laughed, knowing Otter's interest and remembering the Twin's description of Othacar's interests.
"I have killed men in battle; I could execute a criminal, but I don't think I could kill a blindman." Said Arcturus. That seemed to settle the question.
That night the hunters' returned and they had another feast. Othacar ate and fell asleep, waking in the middle of the night. Disoriented he moved and felt a body. Marcus asked, "Are you all right?" Othacar was relived to hear a familiar voice.
"Yes, I need to piss." Othacar said, and Marcus helped him up and lead him to the latrine. They stumbled over Wolf and Fox who were sleeping on the floor. "We're going to the latrine" whispered Marcus. The two men felt the same need so they all went to the facility.
The latrine was another marvel of hydraulics. It used the water from the pools to flush, and emptied the latrine over the cliff and into the sea. Othacar could hear the water crashing on the rocks below and hesitated. Marcus reassured him and Fox helped him aim.
Piss went every where. Some came out of the piss slit, some from the ring hole, and some seems to have been caught in the foreskin and dribbled. "What in hell is this?" Cried Wolf as piss sprayed him. Othacar shook in humiliation.
"It's the second hole!" Fox said. Othacar didn't really know what had happened. Before the ring had largely filled the second hole, it leaked but had never sprayed. "He can do nothing!" Othacar had held back for the entire day, and couldn't stop pissing.
Wolf reached over and held the shaking man. "Calm down, it's all right, finish it" Marcus translated. Wolf had dreaded the threat of genital mutilation, and felt pity for the blind man. They later learned that the Saxons used Othacar as a latrine and he was terrified that he would be punished and beaten.
It turned out that Wolf and Fox's knowledge of obscene German was matched by Othacar's knowledge of vulgar Latin. "Let's clean up that fucker." Fox said as he went to a basin of warm water. He took a ladle of warm water poured it over Othacar's cock and splashed it on the floor. Wolf got a pail and cleaned the floor and seat. The water drained to concealed gutters and disappeared.
Fox lead Othacar to the basin and washed his cock. Wolf joined them and took Othacar's hands and let his feel his own cock, "wash mine!" Othacar relaxed some. Fox' hands explored the pierced cock as Othacar discovered Wolf's foreskin. "How long is that fuck pole?" he asked Wolf in his appalling Latin.
"When is the last time you shot some baby juice though your horse dick?" Asked Fox in equally bad German. Othacar's cock began to thicken.
"Too long ago." Moaned Othacar.
"Let me leave you to these boys." Said Marcus in German, and in Latin, "Make him feel at home."
They led him to their sleeping place, and got him to lie down. Othacar didn't know what to expect, but suddenly a warn mouth enveloped his cock. A hand rubbed his hairy chest, stopping to feel his erect nipples. "Just relax, horse dick, and let nature take its course." Wolf whispered.
Fox was exploring the cock head, the cock was half erect and he could work his tongue deep into the enlarged piss slit. The interior had healed, and while there were some hardened areas that Fox guessed must be scars, most was tender with only a suggestion of the taste of urine.
Othacar had lived with the iron ring for months, a foreign body lodged in his cock. He had been relieved to have it removed earlier that day, but was totally unprepared to feel a living thing explore his penis. A warm living and wiggling thing. He could not believe the feeling. He was fully erect now, but Fox's tongue remained squeezed in the tube. Pre cum bubbled up from his prostate and when Fox tasted it he redoubled his efforts to penetrate deeper into the tube.
Fox pulled his tongue back, drawing the pre cum into the entire shaft, then tried to force his tongue back deeper into the slit. The engorged cock made this difficult, but the battle between the cock and the tongue was enjoyable for both men. Othacar was a fucker, not a sucker, but he was overwhelmed by passion and excitement. No man had taken is whole cock in the mouth, but Fox did it effortlessly. Othacar felt the urge to suck cock, and Wolf seemed to understand and fed him his meat.
Othacar expected the acrid taste of urine, his captors had made sure he knew about this, but he got the sweet taste of pre cum. He had always screwed his own men in the steam room, and had been sickened by the filthy habits of the Saxons. He loved Wold's cock, the cock head lubricated the inside of the skin with pre cum, refreshing it every time he licked it.
Fox could feel Othacar tense up, and the first empty twitches. He had time to wedge his tongue into the tube and intercept the flow. He felt the cum tickle his tongue as it tried to find an outlet, and was briefly trapped in the convulsing cock. Then the flood.
Fox realized that this was a once in a life time load. Othacar hadn't cum in months since the ring was inserted, the man filled Fox's mouth. Fox swallowed it and then the pulsing cock filled it again. Wolf pulled his cock out of Othacar's mouth so he could breathe. Othacar kept on twitching and shooting, Fox was in heaven. Finally Othacar stopped cumming and twitching, he felt drained. Yet Fox knew there was more cum stored in the balls and kept sucking and licking. The blind man had a long night ahead of him.
At dawn Fox woke and licked the cock next to his mouth. Othacar was still asleep and his cock was soft. He worked his tongue into the gaping hole vacated by the ring on the under side of the penis. His tongue fit and Fox began working it into the cock toward the head. The soft cock allowed easy entrance and deep penetration. Wolf watched as the tongue's stimulation affected the sleeping man's cock. As it began to engorge, the skin pulled back exposing Othacar monumental cock head and the enlarged piss slit.
Wolf was fascinated as the piss slit began to open, and he saw Fox's tongue inside the slit, working its way out. Othacar was awake now and trying to figure out what he felt in his horse cock. Wolf took the entire head into his mouth, jammed his tongue into the slit and Fox and Wolf's tongues met in at the base of Othacar's cock head.
Othacar was in heaven, as his cock grew and hardened, it forced the two tongues out of his throbbing member. Fox lost the battle first, but Wolf continued to force his tongue deep, aided by the suction of Fox's now removed cock that seemed to draw him deeper. Othacar climaxed with all of the juice dribbling out of the ring hole. Wolf was not that interested in cum, and this was the first time he had felt a man have a dry climax. Fox got the cum, Wolf sucked the ultra sensitive cock head, Othacar couldn't figure out what was happening to him, but couldn't have enjoyed it more.
That morning Othacar became a member of the group. As Badger had said, a cock and an ass were a start. Both Wolf and Fox, the most negative members of the group, seem to have been won over. Maximus and Optimus tried to extend his Latin vocabulary. Optimus commented that while in this collection of men, donkey dong and fuck pole were useful words, a more utilitarian vocabulary might be in order.
Othacar was an intelligent man, and picked up the language quickly. He had been made the chieftain because of his cock, and didn't mind being fondled or played with by whoever was passing. He soon recognized the voices and personalities of the men he was with. He regained his strength quickly, and helped Cedric and Orsinian with their construction work.
Most importantly he told them of the Saxon's plans for the next years attacks. Since he was blind and a slave they had not tried to conceal there plans from him and had openly discussed the next wave of the invasion and their objectives. Theodosius translated all to Arcturus. Arcturus began to plan.
Othacar and his cock also inspired some planning. The horse meat was big, the mutilation had made it unusual, and Othacar himself was as interested in it and its recreational potential as any of the men in the group. He was more than willing to see how much fun for him and his new friends it could provide.
There were technical problems to be solved, like how to keep him from pissing all over the place every time he took a leak. Optimus had the educated Roman's interest in hydraulics, but couldn't figure out what direction the urine would emerge from the German's cock. An old flagon of wine, with a big belly and constricted neck solved the problem. Othacar's wine became the subject of considerable mirth.
The piss tube from the ring hole to the head dried out since it wasn't used for piss, pre cum or cum any more. Valens soaked a strip of cloth in salve and worked it into the hole and out the head. This lubricated the tube and excited Othacar too. Soft rawhide worked the same way. His huge dong with the laces of rawhide hanging from the foreskin were curiously exciting. His cock would be soft and relaxed until someone pulled the string. Fox said it looked good enough to eat, and Maximus took this as an invitation to a new culinary delight.
Maximus suggested a new treat to Othacar who was game. Some meat, especially venison was tough and stringy. Maximus , marinated it, cooked it and cut it into long strips. Dipping it in oil again and cooling it, he worked it into the cock, so that only the tip of the meat was visible in the slit, that was concealed by Othacar's thick foreskin.
He selected Fox as the taste tester. In the early afternoon when most of the men were working Maximus got Wolf to tell Fox that Othacar need to get if off. Fox was happy to oblige and found Othacar in the thermal pool room. Maximus and Wolf watched the two men meet, kiss and Fox slowly dropped to his knees. Maximus was surprised at the tenderness that Fox showed toward Maximus.
Fox began to work on the cock, and he quickly got Othacar erect and the skin retraced. He tasted the meat before he saw it. He pulled back and looked curiously at the venison peaking out of the cock head, then looked over at Maximus and Wolf who were laughing. "Eat it !"Wolf cried. And eat it he did.
You couldn't tell who enjoyed it more, Fox, Othacar or the two observers. The meat was well seasoned but tough. Fox would nibble at it, then chew it , then had to suck like hell to draw the next bit of meat from the tube. Othacar was moaning in pleasure as the meat was slowly drawn through his cock and devoured. He was so hard the meat was all but wedged in the tube and Fox's sucking skills were tested to their limits. When he finished the meat , Fox tongued the seasoned inside of the chute then deep throated the entire cock. Othacar's balls provided the final special sauce. Wolf touched Fox's cock to see how much he had like the meal and was instantly covered with shooting sperm. One touch was enough to push Fox over the edge.
"Did you like it? Asked Wolf.
"Shit yes!" replied the ever articulate Fox. Othacar shot another load of cum in response.
As the men calmed down, Maximus suggested that they keep this new receipt a secret among themselves for a while. He wanted it to be a feature of a festive event. They all agreed.