Islechester 5. Grandfather
By, Bald Hairy Man
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, pleases end them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or at bldhrymn@excite.com.
The ship left the next day. Flavius left with the twins and the island house returned to a quiet routine. This was good for me. I needed the rest. Hulcemer returned to his fortification of the island and I provided advice on this. He had stopped the raiding parties on the mainland and only sent out foraging parties from time to time when the food ran low.
Odinmer actually paid some farmers for food, trading fish for their produce. The tribe was on the ocean in Germany and were good fishermen. It was unusual for the farmers to get anything from the Germans, or the Romans for that matter.
Many barbarian tribes had a god who was satisfied only with the heads of sacrificed men. This always struck me as messy and hard on the peoples they conquered. Hulcemer's interest in cocks and man seed was a major improvement from my point of view. Hulcemer even saw my point that a cock spewing seed was better than one strung on a necklace. Once the tribe's taste for beheading and castrating was kept in check, their relationship with the local farmers improved.
I was beginning to pick up much of their language. I taught Odinmer Latin, so our communication improved. The circus performers became part of the tribe with Orsinian and Darius members of the inner circle of leaders. I wasn't a part of this group. Priests had a special place in the tribe and were apart from the leaders.
There was an effort by another German band to take some of the land from Hulcemer, but this failed and the offenders were treated with memorable brutality. The island was a great aid to the tribe. It could be defended with few men and gave everyone on the fortified island a chance to relax. In the turbulent world of Britannia at this time a safe place was rare and prized.
Almer brought back to the island two monstrous Deerhounds. It was hard to believe animals could love a man as much as they loved Almer. Fortunately they also liked anyone who smelled like Almer too, which included everyone on the island. They hated strangers and were excellent watchdogs. The dogs were shrewd judges of character and seemed to be able to tell friends from foes.
Thus it was a surprise when an elderly man walked up to the island at low tide and directly past the dogs.
"I come seeking my grandson." he announced. "Who is in charge here? I must speak to him." The men guarding the gate scurried around and found Odinmer. Odinmer's Latin was just good enough to understand what the man said and he led him into the house. One of the dogs walked up to the stranger, sniffed him and then licked his hand.
Hulcemer was out in the country side so Odinmer sent for me. The old man was slightly taller and heavier than most men, with a snow white beard. I immediately noted that he was well dressed and well spoken. I introduced myself as a priest.
"I am Paulus Volpanius. Flavius Ceralis is my grandson." he explained. "I have come to find out what happened to him and get him back if possible."
"I'm sorry but he is in Germany by now." I said. Paulus looked crestfallen. Hulcemer entered the room and Paulus made his request again.
"I can pay a ransom or would exchange myself for his return." Paulus added. "His mother and sisters are worried sick. He saved them and I promised to do what I could to get him back."
"Are you the one who left the women defended by only a boy?" Hulcemer asked with a menacing tone in his voice.
"Never!" the old man said vehemently. "My sons and brothers and nephews would die rather than flee. You would have no easy task capturing my villa. I am here only because they are safe. "
"Courage must run in only one side of that family." Odinmer said in German. Hulcemer nodded.
"Your grandson is in Germany by now. When he returns here next spring, he can return to his family."
"He is a prisoner?"
"No. He is with my brothers. He is treated as a brother." Hulcemer explained. The elderly man swayed and fell to the floor. He fainted.
I rushed to get him up and Odinmer carried him to a bed. I removed his clothes and discovered that he had bruises over much of his body and had clearly been in a fight. His arm was broken too.
"If he won the fight, what is left of the man who lost?" Odinmer said with respect. It was clear the old man must have been in excruciating pain as he put on his brave show. If Volpanius had wanted to impress the barbarians, he could not have planned anything better than this display. He was placed in my care and Rat and I tended to his wounds. I knew little about broken arms, but Cedric, the wrestler did. Broken bones were typical among wrestlers and he set the arm.
Volpanius was badly injured and I genuinely feared for his life. Almer and the dogs came in to look at him. Apparently Almer felt if the dogs accepted the old man, he would too. The dogs seemed to love him. Almer joined Rat and me in our nursing duties.
The old man wasn't conscious, but he seemed haunted by bad dreams and cried out in his sleep. I prayed and chanted many Psalms. The Barbarians interpreted this as a battle between the evil spirits that had afflicted Volpanius and my beneficent God. I knew fully the inadequacy of my medical knowledge and my prayers were heartfelt. I was afraid if I failed to save the old man, the Barbarians would cease to respect me. I continued to chant with great fervor. Eventually, when I realized failure was likely, I also realized it was better to fail at a good deed than succeed in a bad one. I was living on borrowed time any way. There was nothing more that human hands could do.
I felt better, but continued praying. Fortunately Volpanius soon felt better too. He woke and began to react to the world around him. Like his grandson, he was puzzled by the strange faces around him. He was on a low bed and the dogs came up and looked him in the face. That must have been disconcerting to him. After a day, his mind cleared and he began to ask after his Grandson.
He was an intelligent man and he knew he had been nursed back to life in the barbarian stronghold. It was unlikely that he would be killed. Hulcemer came and told him of Flavius' fate in more detail.
"The sea is a dangerous place, but if he comes back, he will be free to return to you." Hulcemer said. "He is strong and he is brave. He will return." The Chieftain paused. "I found the bodies of the men who attacked you." he added. "I can show you their heads if you wish." Volpanius was interested and Almer and Rat helped him to the gate where the heads were displayed.
They were a rough group of faces, not helped by being severed and left in the sun for a week or so. They had Roman haircuts.
"They had nothing of value on them." Hulcemer said, "except for these things." He pulled a sack out of his fur cloak and showed it to Volpanius. It was a signet ring and two broaches. Volpanius turned pale.
"You know the meaning of the jewelry?" the Chieftain asked.
"They have the marks of my wife's family. She has always been a difficult woman, but I never suspected her of this." Volpanius replied. "It must have been her brother. He has longed for my lands for years." The old man swayed as if he were going to collapse again. Almer caught him. We returned to the house.
I hadn't told him about the sexual practices of the tribe. He had been too sick, and I assumed he was going to return to his home soon. With the treachery of his family, this wasn't possible. He seemed depressed after this discovery and went to bed as soon as the sun set after dinner. When I woke the next morning, I went to check on my patient. He was in bed with Almer. Almer was nursing the old man's cock like a baby at his mother's breast.
Paulus was enjoying the younger man's attention. He got Almer to rotate in the bed so he could suck Almer's meat. There was no question in my mind about Paulus' enthusiasm for cock sucking. This wasn't his first time. Paulus saw me out of the corner of his eye and didn't seem to mind. As I left the room I heard Paulus moan as he climaxed.
Paulus eventually joined Hulcemer, Odinmer and the dwarf in the leadership role on the island. Paulus stated his plan was to wait for Flavius to return then to avenge himself on his wife's relatives, but we all knew this was a fantasy. He was an elderly man and Flavius was still young. Paulus would never allow the barbarians to attack his house and family so he was trapped on the island.
This would have been a terrible problem for many men, but Paulus made the best of it. The barbarians greatly admired age as well as bravery, so Paulus was respected, especially by the younger men. As a sage elder they looked up to him. He was a well-educated Roman Briton and knew of the world, but was also knowledgeable about many useful things. He knew much about agriculture and wine making, understood hydraulics and had studied fortifications. Almer and Paulus developed a father son relationship, but all of the youngest men in the group gravitated toward him.
I knew that the sexual traditions of the Germans were as appealing to Paulus as they had been to Flavius. When Paulus learned the boys wanted his seed to enhance their own wisdom and strength, Paulus knew a good thing when he found it.
I was talking with Darius and Orsinian on the terrace overlooking the sea when Paulus came over to speak.
"In my golden years I never expected to become the object of desire." he said. " Few captives have had a life as pleasurable as mine. I feel as if I had fallen into a deep sleep and had a extraordinary erotic dream."
"Were you surprised to find the erotic dream filled with boys and men?" Darius asked. Paulus laughed.
"My dreams had always been filled with naked men and boys," Paulus said, "but, none of them were blond before I came here!" We all laughed.
"We are all the recipients of God's blessings!" I said. Paulus looked concerned.
"The worship of Priapus or Bacchus is a long way from the mass!" he said. "I enjoy the men, but I'm afraid I may burn in hell for the lust." I explained my theory as to why we were here. We were to save the barbarians and convert them to the true faith. God put us here because our fondness for man sex made us particularly suitable for this tribe and its cock worship. Paulus looked amused.
I then told him of my introduction of cock sucking and use of oil as a lubricant and the transformation these had wrought in the barbarians sex lives. I was afraid Paulus would have a seizure he was laughing so hard at the end of my statement.
"Never has salvation depended on so slender a tool as a cock!" Paulus said, still laughing.
"Some tools aren't so slender!" Darius interjected. "If I am not mistaken, most esteemed, elderly and sagacious lust-bunny, you possess a thick, oak-like appendage."
"You've been peeking!" the old man replied, amused, not annoyed.
"Actually, we have shared some of the same holes and I got a report." the dwarf explained. "One of the boys told me he was afraid of my cock's girth, but was lulled into complacency by your small head. He didn't realize that your meat tapers. The head popped in easily enough, but the real work was done as you forced the shaft in."
"From small acorns mighty oaks grow." Paulus said. "I didn't hurt the boy did I?" He sounded concerned.
"Not at all." Darius said. "You stretched him some, but you also made him more adventurous. He knew he could take bigger meat. At least, he spent some time on my love pole the next night."
"And used mine as a desert!" Orsinian added. "You turned that boy into a true cum bucket!"
"Am I the only one who didn't help educate this young man?" I asked. I was afraid I sounded miffed or hurt. They all laughed.
"You'll get him eventually." Darius said. "You always do! Rollomer will come your way in time." They were right of course. I was all but a requirement for attaining manhood in the tribe by now. Rollomer was a big boy, blond and tall, covered in peach fuzz. He was very shy and while I assumed he was 17 or 18, he could have been much younger. The German boys were big compared to Roman boys.
"I have been fucking since I was fifteen," Paulus stated, "but I've never had a cock in my ass. My father said it was unmanly. Only Flavius and one other man seemed to like being fucked. That is, until I came to this island. My wife hated it. She just had to do it to have children and keep the property."
"Well, I like it!" I said. "But not everyone does. I think it takes a fucker who is interested in pleasing the man being fucked, to be enjoyable."
"I think it more than that." Orsinian added. "I myself have only limited experience with it." Everyone snickered. "I think it depends on the location of the magic nut and the shape of the cock."
"Don't forget the size of the bung hole!" Darius said. "If the entrance to the love tunnel is too small, it makes no difference whether the nut is by the door or in deep. I always finger the hole and see if the finger fits and how my mate reacts. It can be real tight but if the man reacts, he can open up wide. Some men are too tight and the nut is too deep."
"Have you done a scientific study on this subject?" Paulus asked. He was clearly amused, but also titillated by the conversation. "Perhaps it is time to go to the baths?" We all knew what Paulus had in mind and had no objection. Hulcemer was already in the pool when we entered the warm room. We joined him.
"We have been having a conversation on the requirements for a good man-screwing." Paulus said. "You are the leader of our island. What do you like in a playmate?" Paulus used then Latin words "Dux Insulae" for the first time. Dux was an elevated Roman title and Hulcemer was both flattered and pleased. Dux Hulcemer had a ring to it and Darius picked up on the phrase immediately. Thus, Hulcemer became a duke.
"I've never thought about it much." the newly designated duke said. "Until our priest came here it didn't make any difference. It was just something you had to do." He paused, thinking. "I admit. I liked being fucked even when it hurt."
Darius explained the theories we had discussed on the terrace. He covered the good attitude and willingness theory verses the anatomical matching of penis and rectum. Analytical analysis was not a part Hulcemer's personality. He was a doer, not a thinker, but he was pleased to be asked.
"I've fucked men who never liked it." he said. "They were good men, but nothing happened. It's a pleasure to screw a good bottom, like our Priest or Darius. I never would have believed it, but you can learn to like it. The great orgasms can't be forced. They have to be natural."
"I love the wolf twins, they are good men, but they could fuck me for hours and I wouldn't surrender a drop of man seed." Hulcemer continued. "Darius rammed me and my balls almost exploded. How he kept me from shooting on the first thrust, I'll never know. His cock and my ass are one. " Darius beamed with pleasure.
"It's the size, Dux Hulcemer!" the dwarf said.
"I've had big ones before. Old Chieftain Grendelmer was a horse." Hulcemer said. "His felt nothing like your dong." He fondled Darius .
"I'm not sure I was a cock in my ass, but I confess I am curious." Paulus said. Rollomer entered the room. The Cock God looked upon Paulus with favor.
"Rollomer!" Hulcemer exclaimed. "Take you clothes off and join us here. I may have a favor to ask of you." Rollomer heard Paulus' statement and responded in the manner expected of a sex crazed boy, his cock began to firm. It was half erect, and Hulcemer admired the young boy's meat. It was long and thin. Hulcemer's eyes were filled with calculation. I knew he thought that Rollomer possessed the perfect equipment to introduce Paulus to the joys of anal sex. I looked at Paulus. He had looked around the bath and saw that Hulcemer and Darius' monster cocks were fully erect now. He looked at Rollomer with affection. He was thinking the same thing.