Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 07:37:37 +1300 From: Dave Subject: Barbaria Part 2 The warrior chief stored his load of supplies in the lower hull of the longboat. The pit ran almost the full length of the boat, a sunken section made to carry supplies as well as house warriors who were resting. It was almost full now, with food and water stacked down the centre, in the keel. Piles of furs and cushions under colourful awnings on either side would serve as beds that the men and their concubines would use when not on rowing duty. Marik climbed up to the starboard railing. The wind whipped a few stray hairs that had escaped the piece of tendon holding back his golden blonde locks. The sea air was fresh and chilling. He was glad Aidan had made him wear the cloak. It was crafted from the pelt of a black bear, one of the first animals Marik had hunted. Its thick fur kept him warm, even though he wore only his fur loincloth and weapon straps, strips of leather crossing his muscled torso in front and behind. He watched the tribe working. They were hurrying to finish packing the longboat, since the weather was finally calm enough for the long voyage back home. Home. The ancient forests and iron mountains of Ganymede, so different to the barren deserts of Clumidia. He still felt uncomfortable around the vast expanses of nothing, although Aidan had tried to show him the beauty of the land. Marik hoped his lover would be happy in the lush forests where his tribe had made their home. The young leader looked for Aidan now, and spied him laughing with a pair of the concubines as they carted their loads towards the ship. Marik walked towards them, smiling. Aidan was wearing the beautiful cloak that Marik had found for him in the spoils of one of the Clumidian tribes. Its pure white fur was simply stunning, and made the gorgeous young boy stand out even more. Aidan also wore a pale yellow silk sheet, wrapped around his waist so that it fell into a rippling skirt, tied at the waist with a thick yellow scarf. As the boy walked, his legs slid between the folds, showing milky white thighs. Aidan always made him feel good, even seeing the boy had a positive effect. And his body always reacted to that positive effect in a very insistent way. He grinned. They had a long voyage ahead. There would be plenty of time to play. Aidan saw his chief approaching. The sight of him made his knees go weak. A tall blonde god, that was what Marik looked like, muscles bulging beneath his leather and furs. Aidan smiled at the leader, and quickened his pace. "Hello baby. Let me take those," Marik said. He tucked the heavy bag of spoils under his arm, and pulled the slender boy close. Aidan sighed. "You never let me carry anything. I do want to help you know." Marik kissed the boy's temple. "I know you do, but this is way too heavy for you. Anyway, we're almost ready to go." "Fine, if you really have to." The pair walked in silence for a while. "Marik... What's it like?" The chieftain looked down "What's what like Aid?" The boy snuggled close to his muscled body. "Your home... Ganymede... What's it like there?" Marik smiled and gave Aidan a squeeze. "It's... beautiful. The forests are enormous, they run for miles and miles, lush and green and alive. And the mountains... There's Mt Orion, it's the tallest mountain of all. And the White Mountain range... it stretches out along the eastern border. The sun rises behind them, and sets over the West Oceans. My longhouse is in a valley at the southern end of the continent. It's in the foothills of Mt Anusus, at the end of the White Mountains. The beach is only a few hours walk from the valley, and the Brother River flows by the path all the way to the sea." "You miss it don't you?" Aidan asked. Marik looked down at him and nodded. "Yeah, I miss home a lot. I can't wait for you to see it. I want to show you everything there is, the waterfall, the glade, the spring, everything." Aidan smiled. "I want you to show me everything there as well. It sounds perfect." "Come on you two, we're ready to go!" Kor shouted at them from the deck. "All right, we're coming you old goat!" Aidan shouted back. Marik cringed. "Kor is a strong warrior Aid. You should show him some respect. I want you to apologise." The boy looked at him. "But he's so mean... Come on Marik... I don't want to say sorry..." Aidan made his best puppy dog eyes. "No baby, not this time. You need to stop winding him up, before he loses it and tries to hurt you. Now go and say sorry." "But-" "Now Aidan." Marik glared at the boy, who slowly nodded and walked up the boarding ramp to the deck. Aidan was crushed. Marik had never got mad at him before, ever. And Kor was always trying to trick him, ever since Marik had rescued Aidan from his cruel masters, at the start of the young chief's crusade through the desert lands. Aidan shuddered, remembering the way that tribe had used him, raped him, every warrior, everyday. He had wished he was dead. Then Marik had stormed into his life, killed the evil men and carried him off to be loved like he never had before. He'd do anything for the young chief. Even apologise to Kor. The young man approached the boat's railing where Kor was standing. The man was impressive if nothing else. He was extremely tall, standing at least a head higher than Marik, who was taller than Aidan again. Wearing only his panther hide loincloth despite the sea breeze, Kor had a bronzed, muscled physique worthy of a statue. He was also covered in thick black curls, charcoal like his hair. Aidan wrinkled his nose. The man always stunk of sweat and musk, like an animal in heat. Aidan looked back and saw Marik watching him. Squaring his shoulders, Aidan walked up to the huge man. "Kor? May I speak with you please?" Aidan bowed his head slightly, staring intently at the deck. The warrior turned slowly, and leaned against the rail. He spread his legs slightly and his fat member appeared from behind his loincloth. Aidan shuddered and looked up. "You may speak. Slave." Kor sneered. Aidan bristled, he wasn't a slave, none of them were. Then he remembered why he was even talking to the man. "I want to apologise." Kor laughed. "You? Apologise. I doubt it. You're far too arrogant for that." Aidan frowned. "Believe what you want, but I am here to apologise." Suddenly Kor reached out and gripped Aidan's neck. "Really? Well then, just how do you intend to make peace? How indeed," he murmured, as the young boy clutched at the hand around his neck. Marik roared and leaped across the open storage pit. He pulled Aidan away and yanked a dagger from its sheath. "Kor! Aidan is mine, your chief's! If you ever, ever lay a hand on him again, you will not live to regret it." Marik stared at the older warrior, his dagger poised. "Of... of course Marik. Forgive me. I would not do anything against your wishes. My only wish... is to serve you." He reached out a hand and brushed the leader's nipple. "Good. The tribe survives because we work together. Fighting leads to bitterness on both sides, and it only gets worse. This kind of thing can destroy a tribe, and I will not let that happen to my people. It was harmless at first, but it is getting out of control.Now I want both of you to apologise to each other immediately, and stop aggravating each other in the future. Have nothing to do with each other if you must, but the fighting stops now." Marik glared at the two men. Aidan nodded. "I'm... sorry Kor. I apologise for my lack of respect." He bowed stiffly. "I am... sorry too sla- Aidan." The warrior nodded curtly. "Good. Now both of you, remember. I do not want to have this discussion happen again." "Yes Marik," the two men said. "May I go now please?" Aidan asked. Marik nodded, and the boy walked away to the area set aside for himself and the chief. Kor walked off to the bow. Marik sighed and went after his lover. Aidan was curled up on the pile of cushions like a cat, his beautiful cloak put neatly aside in the chest of their belongings. Marik lowered the sides of the awning and sat down behind the boy. He looked at the creamy white skin that trembled slightly, slender arms and legs and long golden blonde hair that streamed onto his shoulders in ringlets and waves. Marik leaned down and kissed Aidan's shoulder. He moved lower, and kissed again, lower, kiss, all the way down till he kissed the very small of the boy's back where his body swelled into a pair of perfect globes. Aidan shifted away. "Baby, you can't be mad at me. I had to get you two to see sense, before it got out of control." Marik squeezed the boy's shoulder. Aidan sat up, a tear falling out of his eye. "It's not that, I understand that! But... you didn't have to be so mad! You know I'd do anything for you, you didn't have to look at me the way you did," he sniffed, "And... and why did he touch you like that?" Marik scooped him up and cuddled him close. "I'm sorry baby, I am. I didn't mean to upset you, I promise." He tried to kiss him, but Aidan looked away. "Why did he touch you?" "Because... he was my teacher. He taught me to fight, with daggers, and swords, and axes, and spears. He made my first bow, and a quiver to hold my arrows. And he taught me to make love." "What? He was your teacher!" Aidan turned around in his arms. "What do you mean what? Yes he was my teacher, he was supposed to teach me everything. Isn't that what happened with you?" "No... I barely remember my home. I was captured when I was five, and then I was passed around until you rescued me... Thank you so much for rescuing me." Aidan buried his head in Marik's neck as the tears started to flow. The young man cried into his lover's shoulder for a long time, while Marik cuddled and caressed him. Aidan felt so safe, and cared for, lying in the warrior chieftain's arms. He kissed his lover's lips, who responded fiercely, sliding his tongue into Aidan's waiting mouth, and pulling the boy underneath him. Marik had been wanting this all day, and now he was finally doing it, kissing Aidan's perfect lips, sucking on his neck, making the young man moan under his twenty-three year old body. His hands explored the slender boy beneath him, the creamy white skin, the pert nipples, and undid the silk skirt. Marik sat up and pulled Aidan towards him, catching his breath as the fabric slid away revealing flawless milky thighs, and a cock that Marik longed to suckle upon. But, there would be time for that later. They would have all night once they were under way. Marik stood and undid the tie fastening his loincloth. He pulled Aidan up and kissed him passionately, then took his hand and led him out onto the deck. Aidan tucked his hair behind his ear selfconciously as Marik led him to the centre of the boat. There was a bridge that crossed the storage pit, and this was where they stopped. The boy saw that the entire tribe was assembled on either side of the deck. They were all naked as well, and were watching the pair. "Marik? What's going on?" Aidan whispered. "We have to bless the voyage." Marik kissed the boy fiercely, while he pressed his finger up against the pink hole nestled between Aidan's bubble butt. Carefully he massaged the pucker, pressing in all the time, till it was inserted up to the first knuckle and the inner barrier was reached. He rubbed this too, all the while kissing and sucking and caressing Aidan with his lips. The assembled tribe stood around the couple, watching intently. Their hands were gripping their erect members and they slowly stroked themselves, teasing their foreskins and massaging their balls. Aidan sighed as Marik's finger pushed into his depths. He pressed up close to the muscled body of his lover and moaned as the finger probed around, stretching his hole. At the same time the tribe moaned as well. Marik slid another finger into Aidan's crevasse, and pulled the boy's leg up around his waist. The tribe sighed again, their moans coming closer together. Aidan gasped as Marik stuck his third finger up the tight hole. The tribe gasped as well. Marik kissed the boy hard, and lifted him up. Aidan wrapped his legs about Marik as the chief positioned his thick shaft at the entrance to the boy's hole. Marik pushed his lover onto the shaft. The entire tribe moaned as one. The couple in the centre gyrated together, their cries increasing in fever as they made love, and the watching tribe jacked off in time, moaning together. Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, cry after cry, the intensity on the boat grew and grew. Aidan and Marik were oblivious of the others, their attention solely focussed on their own exquisite feelings as the fire of their passion burned brighter and brighter. Then, with a sudden explosion of noise, the entire group began to cry out and moan as they all came. Their fluids shot across the boat, and soon the vessel was covered in delicious man seed. Marik and Aidan were left gasping in the middle, coated with cum from both their love making and the rest of the tribe's pleasure. "That was blessing the voyage?" Aidan asked, completely out of breath. "Yeah, that was it." "I like blessing the voyage. We should do it again sometime." Marik laughed. "Not this trip baby, not unless we have to leave home. But you and I are going to have a lot of private time over the next few weeks." "Oh really? Just what did you have in mind?" Aidan said. "Come to my bed and I'll show you," Marik replied. With that, he carried a giggling Aidan down to the shelters, while the tribe prepared to set sail. Marik set the boy down and knelt between his legs. He immediately set to sucking on Aidan's now soft penis like a bottle, enjoying the smooth texture, and sweet flavour. Aidan moaned, and Marik began to massage his balls. It was going to be a good few weeks. ________________________________________________ So, that's the second part of the story. Sorry it took so long if you enjoyed the first one, but I had some personal issues going on XD Still, it was fun writing this one, so I might get round to writing a third part eventually. If you have any comments, criticisms or ideas, send me an email at blind_enigma@hotmail.com so I know it's about the story. I'll probably get back to you eventually on it, although I'm going away for a month tomorrow ^^ Just thought I'd share that, anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.