Here is Chapter 13 of the saga of a young Barbarian Boy who sets out on a quest to prove himself as a warrior. Although brave and courageous he is inexperienced in the ways of the World, and unaware that a boy as beautiful as he could get himself into all kinds of strangely erotic adventures. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you have any ideas about things that could happen to Torin please drop me an email. I'm very excited to have this story published on Nifty. I'm a long time fan of this fine website, so if you enjoy reading this or any other of the stories posted here please consider donating to help keep it running. Donations can be made here https://donate.nifty.org/
Hello dear readers. It's been a while. Funny how life can get busy, then all of a sudden a whole year has passed. Here, at last, is a new chapter. I hope you feel it was worth the wait.
When last we saw Torin, the Beautiful Barbarian Boy he was in the clutches of the lecherous and depraved Baron Hardacher, in his tawdry sex dungeon.
Baron Hardacher cursed under his breath. An unconscious victim was of no use to him. He yearned to see the beautiful Barbarian Boy debased, debauched and defiled by his hand. Squirming and suffering the many sexual torments he had planned, groaning and whimpering in a permanent state of frustrated erotic arousal.
Fortunately, the Baron had ways to awaken his stuporous subject. Pulling the crystalline phallus from the prone youth's throat, he replaced it lovingly back into its velvet lined box. Then he reached inside his robe and pulled out a small brown glass bottle containing a foul smelling liquid sourced from the antlers of a proud stag felled by the Baron's own crossbow. It was labelled "Spirit of Hartshorn" and when he pulled out the stopper and held it briefly under the boy's nostrils the effect was instantaneous. The Barbarian Boy's eyes flew open, and he coughed and spluttered.
For a moment Torin appeared not to know where he was, but swiftly the wriggling snakes stirring up his intestines, and the feverish itch deep inside, mixed with the subtle odor of Goblin wafting from the Baron, caused the boy to groan and begin to writhe seductively. His tanned, lithe but muscular frame glistened with a mix of rare oils and sweat.
"Please god's, let me cum." he begged pathetically.
But the Baron did not intend the Boy to cum for a good long time. Perhaps even, ever again. A boy like this one, kept in the fervid heat of frustrated denial, could be persuaded to endure the most perverse and depraved acts, if the hope of finally being allowed release were kept alive, and dangled tantalizingly before him.
Jealous, now, of the pair of wriggling cock snakes that were rooting around inside Torin's colon, the Baron moved around between the raised legs of his youthful prize. Several inches of the twin tails of the cock snakes remained squirming as they protruded from the puffy pink lips of the boy's cunt, tickling the slick taint, and adding to the unlucky lads torment.
Gripping the tails firmly the Baron began to pull, but the kinky creatures were not keen to be dislodged from their deliciously moist and torrid sanctuary. They began a frenzied fight to remain inside the boy, causing Torin to gasp with surprise and his body convulse and thrash, and resulting in Hardacher losing his grip, so that the snakes slid back deep into the boy's bowels.
"Dammit" the Baron cursed in frustration. He was eager to replace the slimy serpents with his own prodigious love slug. Hardacher tried a second time to grasp the twisting tails and haul the snakes out. Torin wailed, and arched his back, stretching his taut belly even more, and the Baron grinned as he saw the unmistakable outline of two snake heads wriggling just beneath the tightly stretched flesh and muscle of Torin's veined lower belly.
With a determined yank the Baron finally managed to dislodge the salacious serpents and deposit them back in their tank, leaving Torin feeling empty, his tanned and toned chest heaving, as the boy tried to control his breathing. The incessant itching inside still driving him half insane.
Delirious from the erotic torment that his fine young body had been put through, Torin still believed that he had been enslaved by the Goblin King. His fevered imagination pictured him bound on an altar, as an offering to the Monstrous Monarch in front of a cackling, capering crowd of his motley minions.
As the Baron moved back between Torin's wide open thighs and parted his robes, the goblin-like odor billowed out from his groin, and wafted into the beautiful boy's nostrils, and his eyes glazed over. Expecting to see the boy's hole gaping open after the double penetration by the cock snakes, the Baron was surprised to see that the slightly puffy pucker had sealed itself firmly closed again. The boy really was a perfect slut, and the Baron imagined how tight the boy's cunt would feel around his swollen appendage. A glob of cock slime bubbled out of his piss slit as Hardacher rested its tip against the enticing rosebud, and as if by magic it bloomed open and sucked his cock right in, then clamping tight around the shaft. The Baron groaned ecstatically as he felt the boy's hole distend around his cock and the warm wet walls of his fuck chute envelop him. What a gem he had discovered with this beautiful muscular whore. He was sure he would never tire of using this boy for his own pleasure. "Truly you were born to be fucked by men my pretty little muscle slut." the debauched Baron thought to himself.
For his part, Torin's fevered imagination still pictured himself bound on a sacrificial altar as the Goblin King penetrated him, and the watching goblins jeered and hooted, calling him all kinds of degrading names. The boy cried out in agonized arousal, feeling his prostate being thoroughly battered by the Baron's throbbing cock, while his own more modest erection twitched inside its gold filigree cage, and his balls churned impotently, swollen with his unspent seed.
Even in his sex crazed state Torin knew that it was wrong for a Warrior of the Bear Clan to allow his body to be used in such carnal brutish ways. Yet ever since he had been abused by the goblins which had taken turns to spit roast him and fill him up with their hot sticky goblin goo, something inside him had changed. It felt only right to submit himself to the domination of the Goblin King. To be filled with the salacious Sovereign's potent seed felt almost like being anointed by a god. Torin's lithe muscular young body was nothing more than a vessel for his new Master's cum, and he eagerly awaited being impregnated by the creature currently ploughing his fucked out furrow.
Although the Baron was grossly overweight, and was certainly not as youthful as he once was, he appeared unnaturally virile and vigorous as he fucked the beautiful Barbarian Boy. His ample belly folds rippled and jiggled as he pistoned his hips faster and faster, plunging his impressive erection in and out of the boy's battered hole. Sweat dripped from his brow, his face locked in an ecstatic grimace. Each time the Baron bottomed out inside his feverish fucktoy the boy grunted like the feral sex pig that Hardacher planned to turn the slut into. Between the grunts the boy was muttering gibberish about Kings and goblins and being a vessel for cum. The last part was certainly soon to be the case, as the Baron felt his balls boiling and hot cum surging up his urethra to bathe the boy's innards with lashings of his lecherous love juice.
The Baron imagined the once proud, brave warrior boy as he must have been before he was brought down into the castle's dungeons. A lean, tanned and toned Barbarian Boy in the peak of his youthful beauty, his rippling torso bared to the world. Clad in only a soft leather loincloth, smooth sinewy legs planted firmly on the earth. His well developed chest rising and falling with the boy's breath, crowned by a pair of deliciously perky, pointy nipples.There was nothing he loved more than turning a handsome, well built, self assured youth into a cock hungry, cum guzzling slut, and the thought of humiliating and corrupting this particular boy set off an intense thunderous orgasm, emptying his pendulous balls of their hot sticky contents, and filling his groaning writhing victims guts with gallons of his potent cock snot.
Exhausted by the titillating torment that his finely muscled young body had been subjected to, Torin felt the molten heat fill his belly and he whimpered in defeat, knowing that he had been utterly unmanned by the gross ugly beast whose cock he was still impaled upon. He accepted that he was now nothing more than a sexual plaything, enslaved to the whims and desires of his new master, and that thought made his caged cock twitch and pulse with elicit arousal.
Carelessly hauling his dripping cock out of the boy's hole, eliciting another pitiful whimper, the Baron sneered as he watched his recently deposited ball slime begin to flow out from the puffy, gaping pussy lips. Moving around to the boy's head he thrust his still erect pole between Torin's drooling lips. "Lick it clean, Slut" he snarled, and obediently the dazed and abused cumslut hungrily did as he was ordered.
Content that he had set the Beautiful Barbarian boy well on the path to becoming a filthy sex pig, the Baron grinned menacingly. There was only one more thing he needed to do, and that was to get the boywhore well and truly bugged.
Next to the tank in which the cock snakes wriggled and slithered was a second smaller tank from which he retrieved a small shiny black creature which resembled a four legged squid. The tentacles curled and coiled as Hardacher walked back to Torin's prone body, and placed the bug on the boy's tight trembling belly. As soon as the bug felt flesh beneath it, it began to squirm around, probing with its tentacles until it found what it was looking for. The boy's naval. Instantly the head of the bug opened to form a small sucker-like tip, and suctioned itself onto the belly button. Then incredibly it began to burrow into it. Torin gasped and arched his back as the thing slowly disappeared inside of him. As the tentacles disappeared into the boy's navel, for perhaps half a minute they could be seen curling and coiling under the skin around the belly button, and then they were gone. Torin writhed and groaned for several minutes, then his body once again went limp. Baron Hardacher took a glass phial from a shelf and began to scoop the cum pooling on the leather bench between the boy's raised legs into the receptacle. Then he sucked some more out of the youth's bruised and battered cunt, and spat that into the phial as well. Cradling the Torin's head between his flabby thighs he encouraged the delirius cockwhore to drink, and obediently the boy guzzled down the mixture of spunk, spit and ass juices, licking his lips eagerly to make sure he didn't waste a drop.
Locking the end of the chain that hung from the boy's golden collar, to a ring in the floor, to make sure the slut couldn't escape, the Baron released his ankles from the leather cuffs which held them aloft, and lowered them until the soles of the boy's feet rested on the floor. Then Hardacher turned and walked up the stairs to see what his old manservant had prepared for dinner.