Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 03:39:17 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Islechester 3, Shipwreck Islechester 3. Shipwreck 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, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com. Bldhrymn@yahoo.com or at bldhrymn@excite.com. The next several days were busy but uneventful. Hulcemer reinforced parts of the house to make it more defensible. His men were hard workers, but had little sense about building walls. When I was younger I had been in love with a building contractor and watched him go about his tasks. I showed the barbarians how to build a strong wall. Hulcemer himself had a good sense of the natural defenses of the island and reinforced the weak spots carefully. I knew there was no chance the Romans would attack in the foreseeable future. They had abandoned the province years before and were unlikely to return. Other German tribes were much more likely. The severed head rotting on a pole at the gate to the house and the cock necklace drying in a sunny spot testified to that. They were German cocks and I assumed that there was no love lost between the relatives of the cockless dead and Hulcemer. As for me, if I had to be captured by barbarians,p I couldn't wish for a better group. By default I had become the high priest of the Bear Cock God they worshiped as well as a follower of Christ. The rituals of the tribe were enjoyable and it seemed unlikely any other barbarians would be better to me than these. I was beginning to pick up their language and several of them spoke some sort of Latin. The men went on raiding parties on the main land, but most of the area was depopulated years before by an outbreak of plague. They returned with fruits and vegetables salvaged from abandoned gardens and game. They loved gold and jewels, all thing rich and valuable. They looted several large villas and returned to the island rich men. They didn't bother with poor people. Most of the small farmers and tenant farmers were left unmolested. Hulcemer's tribe wasn't large, rich or powerful in Germany and had been afflicted by its more powerful neighbors. They seemed to feel some sympathy for the peasants. To many of the small farmers, Hulcemer was preferable to their Roman landlords. They did return with a few Roman heads, but none were of people I recognized. They seemed to admire bravery and despised cowards. Once, they brought back a young nobleman, Flavius Albinus, who had defied them defending his mother and family. The men of the family had been away and he had tried to single-handedly fight off Odinmer and 20 men. They made a deal. If he would submit to them as a slave, they would leave his family alone. He agreed. One of Odinmer's men tried to rape the nobleman's sister and Odinmer took it badly. Odinmer threatened to beheaded him. The man returned with a cock shorter than it had been before the incident. Curiously, Odinmer was regarded as merciful and the short cocked man was grateful for that mercy. Flavius made the deal because he was doomed and any possibility he could save his family was better than no possibility at all. The barbarians were men of their word. Flavius was a handsome boy, no more than 18 or 20. I went to him as soon as he entered the fortified house. He was resigned to what ever might happen to him. He was badly beaten up from the fight, so I took him to the bath, cleaned him up and tended to his wounds. Prisoners were rare. The tribe either let people go, or killed them. The wolf twins, Loki and Fedi and Hulcemer's brothers Balmer and Dicmer came to look at him. Poor Flavius was weak and woozy from his wounds and thought he was hallucinating when the two sets of identical twins appeared. Flavius was lying naked on a bench in the warm room when the four men looked him over. The boy was impressive with pale skin and a muscular physique. There was a dusting of chest hair and a path of hair to his pubic forest. He was thin, but his soft cock looked as if it would be meaty when fully erect. Flavius saw one face on one side and then saw the same face on the other. He closed his eyes. When he opened them and found the huge, blond, forms of Dicmer and Balmer were replaced by the diminutive dark faces of the wolf twins. He must have thought he was crazy. He fell asleep. The pair of twins stripped and got into the warm pool. That was one part of Roman civilization they liked. Everyone dressed and left except for Balmer who fell asleep in the warm water. Flavius moaned and woke with a start. Balmer got up to see what was wrong. Flavius saw one very handsome naked man. Flavius was attracted. He must have briefly forgotten he was a prisoner and saw Balmer as a good looking man with a cock. Balmer's cock was at the level of Flavius' head I think he almost stuck out his tongue to lick it. I guessed Flavius would get along well with the barbarians, if he would allow that to happen. It had been several weeks since I had entertained so many of the barbarians in the pool and I was beginning to feel a desire to do it again. I had never thought of myself as a libertine, but my ass felt a void only a barbarian cock could fit. I had fully instructed Hulcemer and Odinmer on the skills and techniques of cock sucking and now I wanted more. There were now 60 to 70 men in the house. I wasn't sure I could do all of them, but I was willing to give it a try. I was going to talk to Hulcemer about when they wanted another ceremony, when a terrific clap of thunder shook the house. Even though we were high above the sea in a large house, the thunder scared everyone. The sky had turned from bright blue to dark purple in minutes and we were soon engulfed in a storm of remarkable violence. Lightening struck the house several times, damaging the roof. I was praying for deliverance to Christ at the height of the storm. Cowering with me was the would be rapist with the clipped dick. He had fled into the shelter of the house. There a flash of blinding light. We were blown over and thrown against the wall. Remarkably, I got up unharmed. The man was burned with his hair on fire. I threw him into the atrium pool. Livia had made the pool extra deep so she could keep fish in it. I thought he had been very badly burned, but the cool water of the pool must have done something for him. The man, who was called Rat, lived and attributed his salvation to me and my God. He became attached to me and became my servant. The lightening strike had an unexpectedly good effect on him. He took me as his guide and became a Christian. The strike also healed his cock. Odinmer's docking had not healed. It was filled with puss and painful. The lightening burn was also painful, but when he recovered his cock was healed. The cock had been so puss filled that no one knew exactly what Odinmer had done. He had chopped off the skin, but missed most of the head, then had slit open the piss channel. He couldn't masturbate any more, so he had to take it in the ass to have an orgasm. His need to get fucked helped him atone for the rape. Eventually even Odinmer screwed him. Rat could only dribble cum. I grew to like Rat, who wasn't bad, just stupid. If you told him what to do, he would do it and often would do it well. I had acquired a reputation as a healer. I knew all of Lady Livia's healing remedies and concoctions and used them. Rat's survival was felt to be miraculous. I told them I had blessed the pool. This wasn't true, but I didn't feel a little fabrication would be bad for my plans to convert the tribe. The storm continued for two days, although the violence abated some. It stopped as suddenly as it had started. The clouds vanished and the sun came out. Several days later I was on the terrace with the Chieftain looking at the damage to the house when Loki ran up to us. "Shipwreck!" he yelled. "Shipwreck!" We couldn't see anything, so we went down to the bottom of the cliff that defined the sea side of the island. Scattered among the rocks were pieces of debris from a large ship. Still floating in the water were casks, and many large wooden crates and some human bodies. I said a prayer for their souls. The twins led the crew out to the boxes and pulled them on shore. One broke open and luxury fabrics spilled out. This was cloth of the finest quality, beautiful and of fabulous value. "This one is alive!" Fedi cried. He was standing over the crumpled figure of a man. He was twisted into horrible shapes. Fedi touched it with his foot. The man asked where he was in Latin. I ran over. The figure slowly untwisted himself. It looked like a magic trick. He was very frightened to find himself surrounded by barbarians. I spoke to him. He fainted. Eventually we found six living men among the bodies. I didn't know what the barbarians planned to do with them. "It seems to me," I said to Hulcemer, "that if God delivered them from the storm, he must have intended for them to live. They were sent here for a purpose." Hulcemer looked at me with a unconvinced look. "I'm not sure about that," he said, "but you can not hurt guests. They are weak and injured. It would be a great disgrace. There is no honor in it." The barbarian sense of honor saved the shipwreck's victims. We carried the men up to the house. When I looked at the group of men, I realized they were an exceptionally odd assortment of strange looking men. I talked to the first man to regain consciousness. He said he was Orsinian, a wrestler. He explained the bizarre character of the men. They were circus performers. There were two wrestlers, a dwarf, a contortionist, and two men who played as living statues in a side show. Orsinian was the Human Gorilla, who was matched with Cedric, the Beast from Britannia. I had seen a gorilla once and Orsinian was covered in black hair with a broad and massive upper body, small waist and long arms. The Beast from Britannia was as red as Orsinian was black. He had a massive upper body and a massive gut too. He possessed a huge mane of flame red hair, and red hair covered his body. Orsinian begged me to go to Cedric and help him. They were best friends he said. I revived the other wrestler and the two were reunited. The two human statues had unnaturally pale white skin. One played Apollo and the other portrayed Hercules. They were shaved and hairless except for a pubic bush and their head. Hercules also had a thick curly white beard. They were both muscular, although Hercules was remarkably so, but this contrasted with their deathly pallor. I put the men in the warm pool and it seemed to revive them. The dwarf had been playing dead while I helped. I caught him looking at me. Our eyes met and I pretended he was still passed out. He took me as a friend. He had a full sized trunk, but small legs. He was called Darius, the Persian Pygmy and had the curly hair and beard of a Persian king. You hear jokes about men whose cocks hang to their knees. Darius had one. He possessed a normal size body, very small legs and a cock fit for a giant. The contrast was spectacular. The contortionist was very young and looked as if a slight breeze could blow him over. All of the men were scared. I remembered that feeling myself when I first encountered the Germans, but all could hide it. Orsinian and Darius seemed to be the leaders of the group. I realized later that Darius was the brains and Orsinian was the brawn. The shipwreck survivors were great curiosities to the barbarians. They hadn't seem men like these before and it was soon apparent the survivors were in no danger. Cedric and Darius could speak enough German to be understood. It was a different dialect, but close enough to be comprehensible. This pleased the barbarians to no end. I wasn't sure, but I also think the two men had a collection of bawdy jokes and ribald stories that were greatly appreciated. After a day the new men were comfortable. The crates and casks were filled with valuable items. I told Hulcemer shipwrecks were common here. The rock and the tricky currents caused many ships to sink. He questioned me in detail about this "This is an easy way to get rich!" he said enthusiastically. "We could be rich, with no one dying in battle. It would be a good thing." Hulcemer explained he had a small tribe, so any major loss of men in war would weaken them. Salvaging shipwrecks from a fortified island would provide riches and the island would provide safety. This was an ideal location for him. He went off to call together the older men to discuss this possibility. I knew that glory in battle was admired, but Hulcemer was an intelligent man. When he left Darius approached me. "I need to know. What are they going to do to us?" he asked. "I thought you were a captive, but now know you are one of them. You are a Christian, can you tell us their plans?" I told him they were probably safe. They only killed the strong. Darius took offense. "I may not look strong," he whispered, "but many men have made that mistake." "That's not what I meant." I explained. "They kill their sworn enemies, not just anybody. If you are fair to them, they will treat you well." I told him the story of my capture and of Livia's death. "They seem to think of you as a magician." the dwarf said. I explained the elements of the Bear Cock religion. My elevated status was due to my ability to suck cock. Darius burst out laughing. "If that is all it takes, I could become their God!" he hooted. "When you are a dwarf you see every man at cock level. I took advantage of it!" "Are there lots of cock suckers in the circus?" I asked. "There are in mine!" Darius replied. "In these hard times most circuses have vanished. Not mine. We're all cock suckers and ass pluggers! It's the universal language. Barbarians like it as much as the Greeks!" "And the Romans?" "Romans pretend they don't like it, at first." Darius said while still laughing. "You wouldn't believe what men will pay to see Apollo fucking Hercules. Even in these hard times." he paused. "After every performance, someone will come up to me and ask what it would cost to sink their cock in Hercules' love tunnel. It's as regular as the phases of the moon. Of course some want to be screwed by Hercules." "I hope Hercules likes it." I said. Darius hooted in laughter again. "He doesn't like it." he paused. "He loves it! And he's a good actor to boot. He's never taken a cock he hasn't liked." Darius dropped to the floor. Vanished under my robes and immediately began sucking my cock. He was good. I shot off in seconds. He climbed out form under me and smiled. "You see. I'm good at it." he said, he looked very satisfied and happy. "Everyone in my troop is good at it. Everyone loves it. We need to do a performance. If they like cock, they will be in love with us." He paused. "We must be careful. I don't want to undermine your authority with them. You are the leader. We shall become you disciples." "I never saw you before the ship wreck. They won't believe that." "Oh ye of little faith!" Darius replied. "We are fellow worshipers of man meat and when we saw you, we soon recognized you as a true disciple. You are the St. Paul of our faith!" I wasn't sure St. Paul would have liked the simile, but I had to admit Darius could think fast on his feet. Darius went off to tell the good news to his troop. There was a noise near by and Flavius came over to me. He was still under my care and Hulcemer hadn't decided what to do with him. He was a strong boy and I saw him looking at the other strong men in the tribe. I think there was some admiration in his look. He too was worried about his future. I had found out his father was dead and his uncles ran the estate. They had fled at the barbarians advent, leaving him alone to protect his mother and sisters. There was bitterness in his voice. He realized Odinmer was a man of his word, so he assumed his mother was safe at her father's estate. He was afraid that his Grandfather would try to rescue him and might die in the effort. I told him my story and that seemed to reassure him. "What about the necklace?" Flavius asked. I laughed. "Don't get on their bad side!" I replied. "They do like cocks. Fortunately, most of the time they like them attached!" "I have one of those." Flavius said ruefully. "I do too and it may have saved my life." I said, then I told him about my adventures improving the sex lives of the barbarians. When I finished he looked at me and winked. "It could be worse." he said. I felt relief. "I've never done all of that stuff, but I bet I could learn." Flavius looked at me in the eye. "And I learn fast." Just how fast we didn't know until that evening. Hulcemer returned from his meeting with the older men and they had decided to stay in the house and wait for shipwrecks. A crew would take the items salvaged from the wreck to their homeland. The rest would stay at the house and wait. The items in this one wreck would hold the village for several years. There was no need for additional pillaging. The twins would take the loot home and would be leaving in several days. They would have a banquet feast the next night to celebrate their good fortune and wish the travelers good luck. Hulcemer and Odinmer decided to stay on the island. The Chieftain allowed the men to volunteer to return, or stay. I saw reason in the plan. The men who left wanted to see their wives and families. Those who stayed liked the company of men. That was fine with me and fine with Hulcemer. His interest in cock wasn't all ritual, nor was Odinmer's. Orsinian offered to put on a performance for the feast. The circus performers had become popular with the Germans and they agreed to it. Before the banquet, Odinmer made all the men either swim in the sea, or use the waterfall bath. I was sure he knew the final course of the banquet would be served from hard cocks. There were tables of food. Gluttony was admired, but they admired wine even more. Drunkenness was even more favored. Drunkenness is the enemy of sex play. It increased the desire, but more often than not diminished the ability to perform. Fortunately, the huge amount of food eaten seemed to have counteracted the effect of the wine. Everyone was happy and horny. Orsinian got up and announced the entertainment in some sort of German. He and Cedric would wrestle, then the contortionist would perform. Because of the elevated status of the men in the room, the wrestler said they would do it in the Greek style, naked. The caused hoots of laughter. The two human statues came in and posed still as stone. They were followed by the contortionist. He would stand still, then suddenly twist himself into an impossible pose and stay still again. Then Orsinian stripped and the men applauded. His cock and balls were average, but the Bear Tribe liked hairy men and they didn't make them any hairier than Orsinian. He rivaled Hulcemer's thick coat. Cedric entered naked and introduced the referee for the match, Darius. This caused great amusement to the men, who thought the idea of a dwarf with the two giants was funny. Darius was dressed. Cedric seemed disturbed by this and the two of them had a comic fight. This must have been carefully choreographed, since the small man took every opportunity to embarrass Cedric. The barbarians were both entranced and rolling in laughter. They had never seen anything like it. Actually, I hadn't either. At the end of the fight Darius was naked. He had a muscular, hairy chest and impressive arms Darius' cock was another great success. It looked huge and Darius displayed the soft tool to all the men who were genuinely impressed. The match itself was athletic and comic. There were many impressive moves and holds, some gymnastic in character, some sexual. The audience was both impressed and aroused. There were a good sixty men in the dining room of the house, closely packed. As the room warmed, the men began to strip. Balmer and Dicmer were the first to get naked and they were semi hard. Flavius was next to them and was soon in the same condition. I knew Orsinian and Cedric were lovers and as the sexual tension in the room increased, they became more overtly sexual. Hulcemer was naked when he scooped up Darius and took him to the head table. He and Odinmer seemed attracted to the dwarf and were trying to get the dwarf's dick hard. Darius was obviously enjoying himself . Hulcemer was stroking the dwarf's monster cock, Odinmer was playing with the balls and Darius had a hand on each of the men's cocks and was giving as good as he got. Cedric began to bellow. Everyone looked, saw that Orsinian was fucking him and laughed. The contortionist was now sucking his own cock and had a handful of admirers watching him. One of them started to lick it with him. I thought of myself as a worldly man. I was from a poor background, but I had lived in the greatest city of Britannia and knew of the world. I hadn't seen anything that even approached being like Orsinian's Circus. I thought the performance was over with the wrestling match. There was more to come.