BARBARIAN'S COIN
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Prince Gibar staggered through the snow that was up to his knees. He wished heartily he could have taken the warm fur blanket he'd left in the coach. He was shivering even with the fur coat and muff he now had, his hands were freezing because you can't stagger along rough mountain terrain and keep both hands inside a muff! His legs, clad only in the woolen tights, were faring much worse. He'd had a brazier inside the coach, he'd had the fur blanket, he'd been cozy and comfortable there...until he'd overheard the men riding outside his coach, plotting to kill him! Kill him and dump him in the snow on this mountain track, and it was better than even odds that come the spring thaw, not even his bones would be found. The mountain wolves would have smelled and dug them out and eaten them before then.
His handsome face was muffled in a scarf around his neck, but his cheeks were beginning to feel the sting of frostbite. He was beginning to understand his escape here. Those men had wanted him to overhear them, wanted him to jump out of the coach and run off the track like this. They could ride on and leave him and even if he was found before the thaw, there would be no marks on him but frostbite. He'd been a fool, a fool! Tomorrow was Christmas Day...and by tomorrow, he would be dead!
It had seemed like a lark, to spend Christmas in the Duke of Ellmoor's mountain retreat. They'd have to ride through untamed mountains lands held by barbarian tribes, but they'd have plenty of guards around them. They'd get to the cabin before the snows closed the pass and he could return in a few months' time by the longer, southern route to his father's castle, having spent the time enjoying winter sports and fresh mountain air instead of the thick cloying air of the castle and its teeming city surrounding it which smelled more often of human excrement and dead rats than flowers and clean unfettered snow!
So he'd disobeyed his father's ministers (who mistrusted the Duke's loyalty) and taken off with the Duke and his guards and now. Now he was alone and running from assassins, and unless he found some sort of shelter soon, the snows and cold would claim his life instead of a blade!
How long he struggled onwards (not daring to go back, for there would be the Duke and his guards, with their food and shelter and warmth letting them wait for him at their ease), he did not know. He was semi-delirious when he stumbled over the small hut nearly buried in snow, a smokestack turning out a thick smoke that spoke of a roaring fire, and a small dugout area that must lead down to a window or a door! Pray Goddess it was a door!
It was and he got to it and opened it and fell into warmth and life and a figure that loomed over him with a knife in hand...and he fainted away. His body, chilled so long, now that it had warmth, shut down everything so it could refurbish its own fires at its leisure.
He awakened in a crude bed, covered by a warm coarse fur covering and looked around. A poor man's hut, it possessed few but ample supplies, and best of all, a central fire that warmed him well and completely. He was alive...ALIVE!
A broad form of fur stirred to his right and he started, at first not recognizing the figure as human, but then the man threw back the hood and revealed a face of hair cut by a crude knife, a beard that looked like it would warm its wearer well, and dark eyes under heavy eyebrows, the cheeks that showed were high and sharp. Prince Gibar waited for the man to say something, but the man was silent, just watching him, knife in hand.
"I apologize for intruding on your home." Prince Gibar started. "I was lost and nearly dead of the cold, and had to get warm whatever the cost might be."
All that won from the man was a grumbling sound much like a bear might make.
Prince Gibar started to arise and realized he was nude under the fur. His clothing he could see, it was hung up on a rack to dry out. "I am Prince Gibar and I am in great need of your continuing aid, but if you can get me to my father's castle, he will reward you richly." He said from his place on the bed.
The man made another grumbling sound and Prince Gibar felt the same emanate from his stomach. However long it had been since his breakfast, he was now very hungry. It felt like nighttime, though the fire made plenty of light and held the cold at bay. "And now, at present, if I could trouble you for some water and food, I would be most grateful."
Now the man opened his mouth and let loose a single syllable of sound. "Why?"
Prince Gibar tried to be patient. "Because I am thirsty and hungry, and am in need." he explained.
"How can you pay for it?" the man asked.
Prince Gibar knew now he was in the hands of one of the barbarians that inhabited these mountains. Loyal to no king or lord, they lived on their own and had their own rough culture that rarely asked anything of the lower lands. Food they gathered from the mountains and small valleys, clothing they wove themselves, tools they made from the woods that grew in these mountains, all else, they did without. They even had a few metal forges going in some hidden valley somewhere, which turned out the blades like the one in the man's hand. But one thing that drove them, no barbarian ever offered anything like charity, a man either paid for everything or he did without. It was their way.
Well, what did he have? He considered it, felt for his right hand. Yes, it bore his signet ring, a cherished heirloom in his family for over a hundred and fifty years. But this was an emergency, he stripped it off. "I have this ring." he said and turned it over to the man.
The man looked at it and felt it.
"It's made of solid gold and the gems are a diamond surrounded by emeralds and rubies." Prince Gibar explained.
The man hefted it. "What's it worth?"
"Why...my father will pay a handsome price to buy it back from you in the spring."
"Gold. Diamonds." the man tossed it in his hand carelessly. "Worthless. I'll trade it for a single meal and a skin full of water."
Prince Gibar was in no position to haggle. "Done." he said.
He drank nearly half of the water in the waterskin, which held perhaps a half gallon of water. The food was produced and it was a rough peasant's stew, it held little meat and much rough vegetables. But it was warm and filling and Prince Gibar ate it all and said, "May I have more?"
"No." the man replied. "Are you ready to go now?"
Prince Gibar could hear the winds blowing hard. "Isn't there a blizzard blowing?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then I'd like to stay here a few more days. Until the weather's passed and I can get back down through the pass."
"Pass is closed now." the man told him. "Won't open until spring thaw."
"Then I'm stuck here until spring thaw."
"No. You have to leave now."
Prince Gibar was getting desperate. "There must be some way to talk you into letting me stay until spring. I am trapped and alone in these mountains. If I leave, I will die."
The man was silent, just waiting.
"My father will pay you any price you name when I return, just tell me the price."
"Price. Money. Coins." the man spat. "Gold and silver. It means so much to you lowlanders. It means nothing to us."
"Then what is of value to you?"
"Meat. Fur. Cloth. Metal tools and weapons."
"I have nothing but what I was wearing and I need that to survive the cold." Prince Gibar explained.
"I don't want what you were wearing." the man explained to him. "It is useless in these mountains."
"Then I have nothing to offer you." Prince Gibar said. What could he do? "Isn't there anything I could do that would be worth you keeping me here with you? All winter long, I mean?"
Silence from the barbarian. "Maybe I could do something, work for you, cut wood for the fire, cook meals. Tell you stories about life in the lowlands. Tell you tales of adventure." Prince Gibar was foundering, desperate. "Something I could do. I'll do anything you ask!"
"One thing." the barbarian said to him. "You do one thing, I will let you stay and give you food and water."
"Yes, yes, anything at all." Prince Gibar almost babbled in relief. "Whatever it is, just tell me and I'll do it!"
The man put away his knife which relieved Prince Gibar a great deal and he came over to the bed. His next action was to pull off the fur cloak which he wore. It was a single piece of fur, Prince Gibar realized, and had been cut and sewn to make a hooded garment. Beneath it, the man wore a leather tunic and fur leggings that also covered his feet like shoes. He undid the tie of the leggings and let them fall away from his legs and feet, then pulled the tie at his throat and pulled the tunic up over his head. The tunic had hung to mid-hip and when he pulled it up high enough, Prince Gibar could see he wore only a cloth loinwrap underneath it. His body, revealed, was powerful and very hairy, the thick man-fur made thick patterns of circles and curves upon his chest and covered his nipples entirely save for a small indentation in the fur at the tip of each breast. His arms were semi-revealed, the hair was lesser there, and showed a pair of biceps that could have bent a metal bar easily. This was a man who could bodily bring down a grizzly with his bare hands at need, the sinews showed here and there, speaking of much intense physical exertions.
The man took off his last bit of clothing and let the cloth fall and was totally bare. The penis hung down, huge and obscene, its base buried in the thick pubic thatch. From his body was a rich, rank smell of man who washed rarely and sweated much. Prince Gibar could smell him from his bed, though nearly five feet separated them still.
Naked, the man advanced on the bed and Prince Gibar shrank back. "I don't understand." he said to the man, untrue for the intent was all too clear.
"You said you would do anything I needed. I need this." the man explained as if it was a simple economic transaction. Perhaps in his people, it was, Prince Gibar was ignorant of the barbarian's way of life. "You give me your body for my pleasure, and I will let you stay. If you will not give it to me, you must go."
"But...but I am a Prince." Prince Gibar answered.
"That means nothing to me." the man said. "I am Col and this is my home. I own it all and if you want something of mine, you must pay me for it."
Prince Gibar was not unschooled entirely in sex, though his own prior experiences had been with the pages about the court when younger, he had never yet taken another man's dong into his ass, nor even considered it. Even with the pages, he'd been the one in control, as the Prince of the realm, there'd never been any question. Now he was faced with a dominant sexual partner...and the prospect was intimidating! This man was so...so big and hairy! And the cock now rising up in anticipation of action, was only getting bigger!
Still, he was in a position where the alternative was almost-certain death. "Very well." he said reluctantly, "But I must warn that I am not at all familiar with how to be another man's...uh, recipient."
"I'll deal with that." Col said and showed this by changing course a few steps, stooped and took up a small gourd-like container. It held a thick grease of some kind and Col lathered his prick liberally with it. "Now we can begin."
Prince Gibar gulped and threw back his fur covering and on his back, lifted his legs up. The brawny, hair-covered Col slid between them like a panther straddling his fresh-slain prey. Prince Gibar felt the huge glans poking at his anus and he held his breath. This wasn't going to be easy!
It wasn't. Col's hip thrust with powerful force and drove the dong into Prince Gibar like a woodsman splitting a piece of wood with his axe. The grease helped a good deal, as did Prince Gibar's single prior foray into this form of sex, but it still felt like he was being going to break into two even pieces, left and right. His start of a great cry of pain was muffled immediately by a thick hairy paw of Col's right hand slamming down over his lips. Prince Gibar looked up with watery eyes into the great hair-framed eyes above him. Col was staring at him with an intensity that bored into Prince Gibar's very soul. It stilled the cry within his breast at once, and he breathed out what was left of it through his nostrils in an audible hiss.
The thrust had pushed only a portion of Col's huge cock into him. Col shoved again and Prince Gibar felt the length of it now, the glans like the prow of a ship cutting through the water like a blade, the rest of the ship behind it filling the breach thus cut to overflowing. He was filled and more than filled by this broad-shouldered hulk above him, he was being owned!
Another thrust equally as powerful as the first two and now the full extent of Col's prick was within him. Prince Gibar felt a feeble sense of triumph, he had taken all of it. Whatever else came, it could not hurt the more.
Col began to pull the dong back out again and Prince Gibar realized his error. The new friction wasn't akin to the old, it was like he had to get used to a new intruder into his body, this one plowing its way out instead of inside.
Col pulled out his prod to where the glans was all that remained imbedded, then he thrust back into Prince Gibar. Prince Gibar gasped and his hands on Col's back clenched into claw-like position, the fingernails bit into Col's hair-splattered back, and Col grunted, but bore up under it. He thrust fully back inside and immediately pulled it back out again.
"Oooh!" Prince Gibar gasped this time. The movement was easier now, for certain, his body had been violated to its limit and nothing was left within him to tear. The grease now commanded his entire lower region, and it aided the movements of the thick column...which was rubbing at an area of his body of exquisite delight! He hadn't experienced this when he'd let Lord Ruming's son plug him that one night he'd drunk too much! That had been a rather grotty, miserable feeling he'd regretting and not repeated...but this was becoming...something...wonderful!
Col had struck up a steady rhythm, strong thrusts deep inside of him, not at all mechanical like a musical number sometimes was, but rhythmic like the beating of your heart...like Prince Gibar's heart was beating in his own breast harder and harder! "Ooh, ooh, oooooooh!" He groaned.
Col's mouth moved into the first smile Prince Gibar had seen on that face. His hips added a certain suave spin on the rhythm now, like a musician, drawn into his art by the reaction of his audience, adds flourishes and ripples that are not on the page but which flow from his heart.
Prince Gibar's hands released the fingernail hold on Col's back, but held him tighter and the royal body began to aid the hairy barbarian in fucking him. His own hips were moving upwards as Col rammed downwards, and his buttocks milked at the thick love-muscle wielded between them.
Prince Gibar's legs lifted themselves off the bed on either side of Col's legs and wrapped themselves around his hips. Now the two of them were one body, moving in smooth symphony.
As Col's pleasure grew in him, he showed it by becoming even rougher and more feral in his movements. All artistic flourish was gone, now he was a rutting male animal atop his mate, hammering his prick into Prince Gibar's now-willing ass, a low growling sound his only audible expression.
Prince Gibar was making more human sounds of his enjoyment, his "uhs" and "ahs" and "oohs" were interspersed among heavy panting breaths for his body found no amount of air inhaled to be sufficient, it needed more, more, all it could get to drive the muscle to move faster, faster, faster!
Col was now shaking the bedding which Prince Gibar only now realized was on a low frame that held it off the ground. A wise construction to let in warm air between one's bed and the ground that was chilled through and through, but now the frame gave wooden creaks that added its own component to the growls and groans of male lovemaking.
Prince Gibar reached orgasm, he howled and squirted hot regal seed upwards at Col's sturdy, hair-coated stomach, it splattered and dripped off in thick, creamy globs. Col didn't heed this insolence on Prince Gibar's part, he kept on slamming his hips into Prince Gibar's quivering ass even as Prince Gibar sank back onto the bed, exhausted from his orgasm and lay panting beneath him.
Like a limp piece of dead meat, Col raised up onto his knees and turned Prince Gibar on his cock like he was being roasted over a fire. With Prince Gibar now on his knees and face down on the bed, Col grabbed Prince Gibar's hips and began to slam into him anew.
From the roars emanating behind him, Prince Gibar surmised that Col was hovering close to the brink of climax, but seemed unable to reach his completion. He couldn't let his benefactor be unpleased with him as a sexual partner, not and remain with him until the spring thaw! He began to again work his body to aid Col to fuck him well and fast, and found in the process that his own pleasure was again building within him.
Col's powerful body seemed to be diminishing in force and focus, and Prince Gibar decided to take action. He moved and pulled Col's cock out of his ass and slided out of the bed. Col didn't resist this, just rolled onto his back and lay panting on the bed. The cock was as hard as ever, and Prince Gibar didn't hesitate, he climbed on top and reinserted the thick prong into his ass and began to ride the huge, hairy barbarian.
Col looked with eyes glowing in pleasure and gratitude and he began to thrust up into Prince Gibar, as if the brief rest had refreshed him completely. In no time at all, Col began to writhe and convulse in climactic ecstasy and the sight of the hulking brute under him in that state caused Prince Gibar to rise into orgasmic bliss as well.
Col came first, his brute schlong ejaculating up into Prince Gibar's ravaged ass, the stinging feel of hot salty jizz on his small internal cuts translated into pleasure and Prince Gibar moaned, and spurted another load of spunk onto Col's sweaty, come splattered stomach, with twin threads of pearly jizz reaching up in a V-like streak glistening in the hair between his breasts. Prince Gibar concluded his climax and with Col exhausted, chest heaving, beneath him, sank onto that savage breast and let the fierce lover's breaths raise and lower him.
Prince Gibar stirred only to pull the fur up over the two of them again and with Col beneath him, the dong a slick limp presence against Prince Gibar's left hip, pinned between the two of them, he rested, felt Col slide into slumber, and sighed, joined him in sleep.
They awoke to near darkness, the fire had died and the snow had piled up over the small hut. Col arose and dressed, went out to dig them out of the fresh powder which now covered everything with snow some two or three feet deep, and returned, to find that Prince Gibar had restored the fire to warm blaze once more. He just smiled and dug into their stores to prepare their meal.
This set the scene for their relationship the remainder of the winter, Col would go out and hunt in the snow when it was calm, together they endured the savage storms that covered them time and again, until the hut lay in a depression with its rim more than seven feet above their roof. Col ceased hunting, but had laid in a store of food enough to keep them fed for the many more days. They stayed mostly in the bed, the fire tended and food prepared and eaten, otherwise they simply slept and woke to make love, then slept more.
At long last, the snows finally relented and began to recede. Prince Gibar awoke one day to find Col gone from the hut, his own clothes placed prominently at the foot of the bed, along with some stores of food and a skin of water. The message was clear to Prince Gibar by now, the pass was now reopened, it was time for him to go.
Prince Gibar returned to find the kingdom in mourning for him, he was restored to his place of power and the renegades found and punished. In his time, Prince Gibar became king of all the land, but even then, he continued a new routine he had formed during his absence.
As winter approached and the snows began, he journeyed again into the pass up into the mountains, there to remain in some unknown place until the snows had melted. All he would ever say about this time was, "I have a debt to repay. I shall not stop until it is paid in full."
And so he would journey alone back to the lonely hut on the mountainside, and the barbarian lover waiting for him there.
[This story is a sample from my book "Hard Living, Hard Loving Men" available for sale at my website, the URL is below.]
THE END
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