Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 03:12:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Islechester 1 Captured

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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.