Here is Chapter 15 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/
It's no secret that the folk of the Wildlands relied on Folklore and Superstition for protection. A Blood Pudding left outside a barn on the night of a Full Moon could protect your livestock from Redcaps for example. Or on Midsummer Night when the Lords and Ladies of the Faerie Court are abroad, a tray of apple brandies left on the doorstep could help to ensure that you don't wake up to a Changeling in your child's cot, in place of your own sweet baby.
The citizens of towns like Trolls Bottom however considered themselves much more sophisticated. A few gold coins to grease the palms of the Watch was surely a more effective protection than some unfounded fable? Yet once in a while even the sophisticated citizens of Trolls Bottom feel a superstitious chill crawling up their spine. Like when rumors spread that the lecherous Old Baron who lived in the castle overlooking the town had mysteriously disappeared at night, and the only clue to what had happened to him were great gouges in the heavy ironwood doors to the keep. Gouges that seemed to have been caused by the claws of an enormous bear. Still, most of the citizens of Trolls Bottom judged that the Baron had probably brought it on himself. After all, everyone knew the kind of things that were rumored to go on behind those ironwood doors.
Meanwhile, in a forest clearing some way away from the castle Ulfred, the ruggedly handsome son of the Chief of the Wolf Clan, was pondering what he should do about his two traveling companions. Ulfred had not seen the Baron place the slick black bug onto Torin's sweaty stomach, or the way it had slithered inside the boy's belly button. Neither had he seen the bug squirm its way out of Torin's navel, and wiggle its way into Gunnar. He had no explanation for the brawny blond Barbarian Boy's sudden change in demeanor, from stoic warrior, to aggressive sex crazed beast, but he had to admit that watching Gunnar fucking the brains out of the smaller lithe and lean Barbarian Boy had given Ulfred a major hard on, and stirred a jealous envy in him.
However, he realized that he had to get both of the lust locked youths out of the Baron's Castle before they all three succumbed to the lure of depraved debauchery, and ended up as the playthings of the gross old lecher, doomed to spend the rest of their days lost in a state of erotic rapture. In the end Ulfred had to resort to leading Torin by the remnant of a gold chain that hung from the boy's collar, and wherever the Beautiful Barbarian Boy went, the still horribly horny Gunnar would follow.
Ulfred hoped that the two warrior boys would sleep off their sexual stupor, and eventually managed to persuade the pair to settle down, but not before Gunnar had brutally face fucked Torin again, causing the Beautiful Barbarian Boy to choke and splutter, and cough up a mixture of spunk and throat slime onto his heaving chest, and drooled on down his tightly muscled stomach, making him look every bit the cock hungry, cum guzzling slut that he had become.
Once both Gunnar and Torin, exhausted by their sexual antics, had fallen asleep, Ulfred decided to explore the clearing where he had set up camp. On the edge of the mossy glade an ancient and gnarled Oak tree stood out from the surrounding woodland. At its base he found some shredded pieces of rope, and a few torn scraps of clothing. There were tracks leading off into the forest, which to Ulfred looked like orc spoor. Perhaps three sets of prints, and the sign of a fourth unlucky creature being dragged away by them. He hoped that the unlucky creature had died quickly, since Orcs were notorious for their cruelty, and wanton sexual appetites.
The strapping young Warrior had no way of knowing that he had stumbled across the fate of the boy who had been the plaything of the Baron before he had got Torin in his clutches. A fair haired farm boy, all innocent country charm, and lean muscle built by hard work. When the Baron had finally tired of toying with the unlucky lad, he had some of the men of the Watch take the boy out into the forest, and tie him to the twisted old Oak tree. Just as Ulfred had concluded the handsome youth had been discovered by an Orc raiding party and carried off, but the boy had not been given the mercy of a swift end. In fact the unhappy farm boy was currently being used as a cock sleeve for some ,rampant rutting Orc meat.
As the sun set an eerie silence settled on the forest. There was not even a breath of wind, so that even the rustle of leaves was silenced. Nor was there any sound from night creatures snuffling through the undergrowth, or even the hoot of an owl. All Ulfred could hear was the crackle and hiss of the fire. It was unnerving, and Ulfred decided that he would stand guard over his companions until morning. Yet as the midnight hour approached the fuss and bother of the last few days' adventures took its toll on the young warrior, and his eyes became heavy, and his head began to nod.
Suddenly there was a cry from somewhere out in the woods and Ulfred was once again wide awake, as adrenaline coursed through his veins. It sounded like a woman's voice. Ulfred rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and waited. Then the cry came again. A single despairing yell, although he could not make out a word, it could have been a cry for help.
A few minutes passed, and then the cry came again, much nearer this time, and Ulfred thought that he caught a flash of russet through the trees. The young warrior calmed himself and focused his senses. Sniffing the air he smelled nothing unusual. Nor could he hear anything moving around. Then the cry came again from behind him and he heard a rustling of leaves, and as he whipped around he was sure he caught the flash of russet again.
Ulfred dropped into a hunter's crouch and began to move towards the sound. All his training and common sense argued against leaving the clearing, and his sleeping companions, but something drew him forward. The cry came again a little further off, and although it was pitch black out amongst the densely packed tree boughs he was sure he saw the same flash of russet again. Slowly the young warrior was led away from the clearing, until the fire was a dim flicker in the distance, and once again the forest settled into silence. Ulfred waited,and waited.
Suddenly Ulfred heard a cry again, but this time it was back at the clearing and it was Torin's voice he heard.
Torin had been sleeping soundly, but when Ulfred impetuously followed an elusive creature into the woods, the Beautiful Barbarian Boy became unsettled. His dreams became filled with erotic images of animals fornicating, which abruptly dissipated as he felt sharp little teeth nip at his ear. He awoke with a start, and rose up on his knees. Blearily looking around the clearing he could see nothing out of the ordinary, but his earlobe stung, and he reached up and touched it, looked at his fingers and saw a drop of blood there.
All at once a sly fox crept into the circle of firelight, and it seemed to Torin that the cunning creature was grinning.
Torin watched in astonishment as the Fox rose up on its hind legs and began to sway as if it was dancing, its front paws drawing mysterious patterns in the air.
The Beautiful Barbarian Boy's mouth fell open, and his eyes glazed over, totally entranced by the Foxes capering, but even in this hypnotic state Torin still gasped when from between the cunning critters hind quarters an unnaturally large pink prick began to rise.
Torin's lithe young body began to sway in time with the foxes dance, even as the creature moved around behind the boy. Once again he felt a sharp little nip at his ear, and felt himself pulled upwards so that Torin was forced to rise up on his knees. Then two little paws rested on the young warriors shoulders, and Torin felt something hard and hot push between his buttocks. A cry escaped his lips as the preternatural foxes penis penetrated him.
Ulfred rushed back to the clearing, and gasped out "What in the name of the gods." at the sight before him.
A russet colored fox had mounted Torin and was thrusting a comically huge phallus into the Beautiful Barbarian Boy's butt. The sly fox turned its head to look straight at Ulfred and showed its sharp little teeth in an unsettling grin.
Torin was brought back to himself as the pain of penetration cut through his torpor. He began to grunt each time the fantastical phallus bottomed out in his guts. His own cock, which had remained erect for several days now in its gold filigree prison began to tingle, and as he looked down his rippling torso he yelped "NO!"
As he watched his cock began to shrink, and not simply from finally losing it's erection, but it seemed to Torin that as the cunning Fox fucked him, his penis began to shorten and wither. Torin grasped at the golden cage as if he could somehow stop what was happening to him, but as he did the pole that speared down into his prick began to reappear, until finally the whole apparatus simply slipped out and fell off the tiny little nub and shriveled ball sack which now humiliatingly dangled from the boys smooth hairless groin.
Torin sobbed with shame.
The Sly Fox let out its almost human cry again when it emptied its seed deep into the bashful boy's bowels. As it withdrew from the boy's gaping hole, its unnaturally large cock disappeared back between the cunning creature's furry flanks.Then it winked at Ulfred, and loped off into the darkness.
Ulfred shuffled forward to console Torin, while Gunnar slept through the whole embarrassing episode, and even the sleek little squid-like thing slithering around inside him could not rouse him.
Fox spirits are mischievous little creatures. They spend much of their nights hunting for humans to fuck, and one side effect of being bred by one of the cunning creatures is that the victims cock and balls will temporarily shrink. It can be incredibly humiliating for the poor boy who witnesses their manhood shrivel away to almost nothing. The effects can last for a few hours or a few days, but the diminished tackle should eventually return to normal. Yet for a boy who has been bred by goblins and trolls, infested with cock leeches, and been blessed by the cock of the Great Guardian Bear Spirit, who knows what the long lasting effects could be?