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Islechester 1. Captured
By, Bald Hairy Man
For ten years I had been the personal priest to Livia Augusta Ceralis. She was the matriarch of one of the oldest and greatest families of the Roman province of Britannia. Descended from British kings, her family had adopted Roman ways centuries before and become wealthy and distinguished. Her husband had died years before and her sons were important dignitaries in the province.
I came from a poor background and had great difficulties, but my life with the Ceralis family was luxurious beyond my imaginings. They had a mansion in Londinium, a country villa sixty miles away and an island retreat off Cornwall. When Rome withdrew her legions, Livia's sons became the leaders of the provincial government and left the management of the family estates to their mother. This was wise, since she was a shrewd businesswoman and the family prospered.
In some ways she was a difficult woman, very demanding and hard. She was no problem for me. She paid me nothing, but I was well fed and housed. No one else had given me even that. My father had been just as demanding, but he was also cruel. He had beaten me for not being manly enough. Later, I had been abused by the priests I studied with. In many ways Livia was very devout and was also generous to the poor. My life was good in her household. It was good until the barbarian attacks. Her oldest son was killed defending one of the sea forts from the Saxons.
Her remaining son moved his family to the west near Wales, where they were safer. My mistress didn't move. There was too much property for her to sacrifice it to the Saxons. She sold the town mansion to a developer who converted it into a home for several hundred people. Refugees from the east fled to the walled city of Londinium for safety and a walled mansion provided an additional amount of safety.
We removed to the villa, but soon that too was unsafe, so Livia, with me and the servants, went to the island retreat, Islechester, for protection. As I said, my mistress was devout, but she also liked wealth and the things of the world. As much of her property was lost, she began to decline.
At first I though it was from sorrow, but I soon realized it was far more than that. She began to waste away. She lost interest and strength. My mistress was dying. We moved to the windy island in the fall, froze through the winter and by spring my mistress was a shadow of herself.
Every spring the barbarian ships returned, but they had never ventured as far west as Islechester. This year they arrived with the spring and ventured far to the west. All the servants fled. Livia's son was too far away to be of help. Livia's oldest servant, Odilla and I alone remained in the house.
Livia was hard and demanding, but also brave. She knew she was dying and told us to leave and save ourselves. I wanted to go, but I couldn't do it. She had been good to me and I didn't want her to die alone. I felt I owed that to her. We stayed in the house and waited for the barbarians and death.
I had hopes the barbarians would miss us. The sea around the house was treacherous and the connection to the land was a narrow spit of land underwater for half of the day. You could drown with any misstep. Alas, the barbarians had a nose for wealth and they soon found out about the house. They found the place on a sunny afternoon in April. I thought we should try to hide, but my mistress felt we should greet them in the atrium. "I will not die like a rat in the basement." she said. Odilla dressed her in her finest clothes, I put on my best robes and we sat in the sun as we heard the voices of the barbarians get closer and closer.
Wild men broke in the door. I recited prayers as Livia and Odilla sat stoically awaiting their fate. The men were huge, dressed in furs and leather, covered in dirt and gore. We puzzled them and they didn't kill us immediately.
They went through the house and ransacked it, but didn't touch us. Before dusk their leader arrived. Livia greeted him and he responded in Latin. She was brave. She tried to upbraid him for plundering her house, but she was so weak she collapsed. It was over. I gave her the last rites. She was dead, the effort was too much.
The barbarian chief watched this with interest. Apparently Livia's bravery had impressed him and he seemed to think I was equally brave. That wasn't true, but he didn't know. He asked who she was. I explained her lineage. That too seemed to please him. His Latin wasn't good, but we cold talk. I asked if I could bury her. He said yes, if I did it then and now. He even got some of his men to help me dig the grave.
I performed all the rites and services I could for her soul. The chieftain seemed to be interested in all of the ceremonies. Livia was a grand lady and had always insisted that I perform all of the ceremonies in an elaborate manner. I have a good voice and I chanted the funeral rites in a manner that would have pleased her.
After she was buried he asked me where the gold was. I told him I would tell him where everything was if he left Odilla unmolested. All the gold in the world was of no value to Livia anymore, so I did this with a clear conscience. I would use the gold to save Odilla. He said he wasn't interested in old women. I later found out this too had impressed the barbarian Chief. He noticed I hadn't asked for mercy for myself.
I showed him around the house. I soon realized he hadn't been to Britain before and the house seemed luxurious and almost palatial to him. The house was a moderately big country house, but nothing like the big villa or the townhouse. I showed him where the valuables were. There was some sliver dinnerware and gold jewelry. It wasn't much by Roman standards, but they more than satisfied him.
The Chief's name was Hulcemer and he was ruler of the small Saxon tribe. At first I thought Hulcemer was an old man, but I realized he was perhaps in his thirties, his bulk and black beard making him look older. I later found this was his first raid on Britain. He had learned Latin from a captive, but had never been in the Roman world before. He liked the house, but when we reached the bath his eyes looked at it with longing. He had heard of baths from the captive, but he didn't have any idea what a bath looked like.
Our bath was small, but elaborately decorated with marble and mosaic. It had an outdoor pool, large enough to swim in and a domed warm room, the Calidarium. It could hold ten or fifteen people. I showed him where the stoves for heating the water were and the heating system. In no time at all he had men stoking the furnace.
While we waited for the room to warm, Hulcemer talked. He had captured the island easily, but that was only because it was defended by a dying woman, her maid and a priest. He immediately recognized the defensive potential of the site. He came from a flat part of Germania and fortresses on rocky out croppings were much admired. A fortress on a mountain was the symbol of strength. I sensed he wanted to posses the island.
He was joined by other men, his chief lieutenants. I couldn't understand their language, but they were obviously friends. There was an old man, almost as big as Hulcemer himself, but with a snow white beard. His name seemed to be Odinmer. There were two identical smaller men, who looked wolf like, Loki and Fedi. One more man joined us. He too was big, but with blond hair and not as massive as Hulcemer.
The men had been at sea for a month and the room stunk of sweat and dirt. I told Hulcemer he should clean before he got in the water. He though this was foolish, but I showed him the waterfall bath. Livia's father had toyed with hydraulics. He had designed an aqueduct for the villa. Here he had created an artificial water fall operated using water pressure from an artesian well. I opened a wheel and it was as if it were raining in the corner of the room.
The barbarians were awestruck. They at first thought it was magic, but I showed them the mechanism. The room was getting warm. They were suspicious about the thing, so they made me strip and stand under it. I didn't want to do that, but I realized there was no choice so I removed my vestments.
I am slightly undersized, thin, bald and with a beard. My brown hair is mixed with gray and covers my entire body. I was called monkey man when my hair began to grow as a young man. My father thought I should join a circus as a freak. He was smooth and thought my mother had slept with another man when I was conceived. My cock was large for my body and the foreskin was extra large. They also called me goat boy.
I got under the water and cleaned myself. Hulcemer stripped off his furs and joined me and all the others followed suit. The waterfall water had been stored in a shallow pond above and was warmed by the sun. It felt good and I felt relieved that if I was going to be killed today, at least I would be clean.
I was afraid to look at the naked barbarians, but I soon realized that I was not the only hairy man in the room. From what I could gather, they were called the bear tribe and they were well named. They were mountains of men, all hairy and all hung like horses.
They had no hesitation about looking at me, or touching, or probing. I had no idea what they would do with me. Odilla had been afraid they would rape her before murdering her ravaged body. It had been a decade since the last cock was in my ass, but I remembered how good it felt. The monster cocks I was looking at didn't look as if they would fit. I certainly hadn't minded a big cock when I was younger. These were strange thoughts for a man facing death, but I could not get the image of Hulcemer's huge cock out of my mind.
After the waterfall shower I jumped into the water. The water was warm and when the Barbarians followed me into the pool I realized they had never been in a warm water bath. It was a novelty to them and they liked it. They splashed and played in the water like little boys. I guessed that my chance of living was better with happy barbarians than unhappy ones. I sat next to Odinmer.
He didn't speak Latin and I didn't speak whatever language he spoke, so he poked and prodded me. He seemed to like my cock, working his finger into my foreskin. I was afraid he liked it so much he might cut it off and keep it as a souvenir. I reached over and stroked his cock. He was half hard and liked what I was doing. He was the oldest man there, but his cock was the size of my hand and he still had the rock hard erection of a young man.
When Odinmer stood up and showed the men his hard cock, they all roared in approval. Something came over me. I turned to him and began to suck his cock. There was complete silence in the room. The barbarians seemed shocked. I wanted to run away and escape, but I knew that wasn't possible. I continued to suck and Odinmer began to ooze cock jelly. Lots of it.
Odinmer began to speak. I didn't understand a word, but I knew he was encouraging me to continue. He grabbed my head in his huge hands and guided me. The other men began to mummer in approval. Odinmer began to tense up and I was afraid he had decided he didn't like what I was doing. That was when I realized I hadn't sucked a cock in a long time. Odinmer bellowed and then flooded my mouth with his seed. He roared in joy.
Hulcemer came over to watch. He spoke with Odinmer , looked carefully at the older man's cock, then spoke to me.
"What did you do to him?" he asked.
"I just sucked Odinmer off." I explained. The barbarians Latin vocabulary failed him and I tried several other phrases until I found the combination "mouth fuck" and "seed swallow". He finally understood.
"We ass fuck all the time. Is mouth fucking as good?" he asked. "Cocks stink!"
"It can be good." I said. "And the cock stench is gone after the bath." Hulcemer explained this to his men. Odinmer seemed to be giving me a good recommendation. He glanced at me with affection in his eyes. It was the first time any of the barbarians had looked at me with anything other than hate or puzzlement. He knew a good thing when he found it.
Sucking cock had been at the root of my problems with my family and with the priests. Now it was to be my salvation. I later found out man sex was common in the tribe, but it had always been ass fucking. The sanitary traditions of the bear tribe made oral sex distasteful. I later found they also had a legend of a god castrating his rival with his teeth and then eating the genitals to gain the castrated man's strength. That was why they had been so shocked.
Hulcemer wanted me to suck some of the other men. He was cautious and wanted to make sure I didn't trick him. I sucked Loki next. The small man had a big cock and it fit my throat perfectly. I remembered years before, when I was playing with my childhood friend Julius and his cock slipped in my throat effortlessly. Julius and I were close friends for years. I swallowed Loki's cock whole and he shot his load almost immediately. His brother Fedi was next in line and was even faster. He had been excited at watching his brother get sucked and was rock hard before my lips touched his dripping cock head.
The twins had long thin cocks and low hanging balls. Their balls were huge and felt like paired apples. Their loads were big too. I guessed they had been at sea and getting ready for battle for a while and hadn't been able to drain their bull balls. Loki shot in several huge and explosive busts. Fedi took his time. There was a second or two between each load. It was as if I was milking him, like a cow.
The barbarians could certainly kill me after I had drained their balls, but I felt affection building. I remembered when my uncle Servius fucked me. I disliked it at first, but after several months of it I got to like it, indeed love it. He said he despised me as my father did, but he gave me gold coins when I left so I could make my way in the world.
The big blond was watching. Hulcemer said he was Almer. "'He is strong and powerful, but deaf and mute." the barbarian chief said. Almer looked lost, as if he didn't understand what was going on. He understood enough to have an erection, but was uneasy about me sucking him.
"He wants to fuck you." the Chieftain said. I knew from way he said it I had no choice in the matter. I took a small bottle of oil and coated Almer's cock. Hulcemer was sitting on a marble bench. I got on my hands and knees and began to suck Hulcemer's monster. I thought they must have picked their chieftain by the size of his cock. That turned out to be the case.
Almer didn't know what the oil was for. When he attacked me from the rear he found out. His cock rivaled the Chieftain's and it slid in my ass like a hot knife through butter. Almer hooted in pleasure. It had been a decade since a cock had penetrated my ass and that had been the shriveled member of the Bishop who wanted to humiliate me because of my love for men. Almer's cock may have hurt some, I didn't notice. After ten years of abstinence it was worth it. Almer began to moan as did Hulcemer. I would have cried in pleasure, but my mouth was full.
The next thing I remember was choking on the flood of man seed Hulcemer shot into my mouth. I couldn't breath. Hulcemer held my head tightly and then lifted it up so I could breath. I took a breath and went back to sucking his throbbing cock head. Almer was lying on the marble floor next to us. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. His cock was still drooling seed.
In the course of this one afternoon, I introduced cock sucking and lubricated fucking to the tribe. I hoped this was enough to endear me to Hulcemer. He and his men certainly enjoyed themselves. I had no idea what would happen next.
The men seemed to have no embarrassment at being naked and all were interested in each others orgasms. They bellowed encouragement and clapped when the orgasm was achieved. This was a world apart from the comparative modesty of the Christian and Roman world. I had to admit that I enjoyed it.
Hulcemer called in more men. I think he had two ships with perhaps twenty men on each. They sent Odilla away, so I was the only Roman on the island with forty to fifty barbarians. The tide was high now, so the island was completely cut off. Some of the men were put on watch, but the rest came into the baths and joined the group assembled there.
Hulcemer regarded me as a priest of a strange god and sexual guide. He told me to show the men the new skills I had demonstrated to him. In the course of the after noon groups of men stripped, washed under the artificial waterfall and then got in the calidarium. I coated some of the men's cocks with oil so they could fuck me and sucked others. Odinmer and the twins also helped as Hulcemer watched approvingly.
I lost count of the number of men I sucked or who fucked me. It all merged into a sexual haze. Perhaps it was fortunate I hadn't had any sexual experiences for the last decade. I made up for it that afternoon. Much to my surprise I didn't tire of it. The men had discovered the wine cellar and the food stores, so it was a victory party for them and I was the sexual dessert.
Few of the men were virgins, there were several boys, but most were older. With the waterfall and the warm bath I cleaned out the old piss and cock cheese in their foreskins. The cleaning made their cock heads sensitive and my mouth, or the oils had an immediate effect. Several men shivered with the oil, not to mention the effect of my cum slicked love tunnel when they fucked me.
My use of lubricants on the cock and the warm tenderness of my mouth and tongue on their tender cock heads was a revelation. I introduced them to levels of sexual pleasure they hadn't experienced. Three men shot off as my tongue first encountered their heads. I just ran my tongue on the sensitive rim and they spurt.
One man tried to ram me dry. His name was Aldober. Almer stopped him roughly. Almer grabbed him and held him until I got him properly oiled. The man shot off as his head touched my hole. That was nice for the next man who got to use Aldober's cum as extra lubricant. At that stage of the day, there was so much cum in my ass the assault wouldn't have hurt, but I looked at Almer and he understood I was grateful. Almer stayed with me and made sure everyone treated me well.
I never thought of myself as a slut, but that is what other people called me in my youth. Sex with thirty or forty men isn't something you would want to do every night. Once a month would be fine for me. Once a week wouldn't be that bad either.
The day turned to night and the wine and the sexual release took its toll. The bath became quiet as the men fell asleep. I slept with Almer. He worked his cock into my ass a second time for the day, put his arms around me and promptly fell asleep. Every time I moved, or shifted, Almer would pump a few times. I had never had a man fuck me all night. I thought he stayed hard for the entire time, but he may have been so big his soft meat felt like an erection. The room cooled down, but Almer kept me warm.