Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2023 16:39:03 -0800 From: Colin Baxter Subject: Barbarian Boy Chapter 8 Here is Chapter 8 of the saga of a young Barbarian Boy who sets out on a quest to prove himself as a warrior. Although brave and courageous he is inexperienced in the ways of the World, and unaware that a boy as beautiful as he could get himself into all kinds of strangely erotic adventures. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you have any ideas about things that could happen to Torin please drop me an email. I'm very excited to have this story published on Nifty. I'm a long time fan of this fine website, so if you enjoy reading this or any other of the stories posted here please consider donating to help keep it running. Donations can be made here https://donate.nifty.org/ Since Chapter 7 appeared on Nifty the original author of the Outlands posts on Tumblr contacted me to let me know how much he was enjoying Barbarian Boy, which is very cool indeed. I have also had some amazing suggestions of possible adventures for Torin, and I'm definitely going to use some of them. So thanks if you have sent some to me. I'll give you a shout out if I use them. Now for the part you are really here for... Chapter 8: Before releasing the handsome muscular barbarian boy from his clutches, Carandini the crafty Alchemist decided to make a few changes to the young warrior's beautiful body. First of all he covered every inch of the boy's exquisite skin below the neck with a salve that would permanently remove every single hair, so that Torin's athletic frame would remain sleek and smooth forever. Secondly he removed the chainmail thong, and replaced it with a new and even more indecent item. He secured a metal ring around the base of the boy's cock and balls, and clipped on to this a smooth silver shell molded to perfectly fit the young warrior's sex organs and completely encase them. A curved post with a metal ball on the end was attached to the shell so that the ball could be seated up inside the boy's rectum. A thin silver belt around Torin's hips helped to hold the fiendish contraption in place, leaving the boy's muscular butt cheeks completely exposed. While Torin was still delirious from his torturous experiences with the cum bubbles, Carandini made the overstimulated slut suck his cock until he blew a huge load of creamy cum into the boy's hungry mouth. Torin felt something damp nuzzling his face. He opened his eyes and looked into the concerned eyes of Nuala staring down at him. Taking in his surroundings he realized that he was wrapped in his fur lined cloak, lying a little way off the North Road. The handsome barbarian boy got to his feet, letting the cloak slip off him, and stretched his aching body. If there had been anyone there to witness the moment they would no doubt have been left speechless by the sight before them. The stunningly beautiful youth raised his arms as he stretched, revealing hairless armpits. His entire finely muscled body flexed in the morning sunlight, velvety smooth skin shimmering, and highlighting every sinew. Torin was naked but for the shiny metal shell that protected and imprisoned his manhood. The metal ball inside the boy's butthole shifted, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine, and he moaned with arousal, sliding his hands down his rippling torso, taut belly, and veined hairless crotch until they encountered the metal device. He felt his cock twitch, but it could not get hard, constricted as it was. Torin sighed in frustration. The final parting gift that the uncharitable Alchemist had left for the boy was a hypnotic enchantment that forbade the boy to remove the shiny metal codpiece unless he had to answer the call of nature, and then only long enough to take care of business. He would then be compelled to lock his cock and balls away again, denying himself the pleasures a healthy athletic teenage boy such as he would normally enjoy. Torin found the leather harness that crisscrossed his well developed chest lying next to his cloak, and buckled it on. As he did so he noticed that his nipples looked sore and swollen. He took them both between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them painfully, sucking air between his gritted teeth as he did. Once again his cock twitched and plumped up inside the confines of the shell. In the back of his mind the young warrior thought that there was something or someone missing. He vaguely recalled a covered wagon pulled by two mules and a dark robed figure, but then the moment passed and he shook his head. Leaping up on to Nuala's back the boy felt the ball pushed deeper into him and closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip sexily. Then the horse and her boy set out once again, heading North. Around mid-morning Torin saw a figure sitting by the side of the road. It was an old woman, clad in raggedy robes. Long white hair framed her haggard face, and a black cloth was wrapped around her head covering her eyes. A single white lidless eye was painted in the center of the cloth. Torin was concerned why an old blind woman would be sitting alone out here. Surely she would be set upon by brigands? "Good morning, Grandmother." He greeted the woman. "Can I be of service at all?" "Good morning my fine young warrior." the old woman replied. "Perhaps if you have a little food and water to share?" "Of course Grandmother," Torin agreed. "I have a little bread, although I fear it may be a little stale, some dried meat as well, and a full water bottle." "I am Torin, warrior of the Bear Clan." Torin introduced himself as he dismounted Nuala, and began to unpack the food. "Well met, Torin of the Bear Clan, I am Gryla, the Seer. " said the old woman. Torin crouched down in front of Gryla, reached out to take one of the old woman's gnarled hands into his own, and placed the water bottle into her grasp. When she had drunk her fill, he took the bottle from her hand and replaced it with a hard crusty piece of bread and a strip of dried venison. "I am sorry that I have nothing better to offer you." Torin told the old woman. Gryla chuckled. "I have been sitting beside this road for some time. A snake oil salesman in his covered wagon passed by and pretended he couldn't see me. Several farmers cursed at me as they passed. You are the only one who greeted me and was willing to share your food with me." Torin was shocked. The Bear Clan respected their elders and valued their experience and wisdom. "I believe that we were fated to meet." the old seer suggested. "If you will have me, I propose that we should travel together for a while." "Grandmother, if you would ride, I will happily walk." Torin offered. "Sweet boy, I shall ride beside you." Gryla replied, placing two fingers between her lips and letting loose the loudest whistle that Torin had ever heard. Torin held his breath, wondering what kind of beast the wizened old crone would ride. >From a little way up the road there came a clatter of wheels, and as the barbarian boy turned to look he saw a large long haired goat, with lengthy curved horns. Rattling along behind the goat was a small wooden cart. On seeing it Torin smiled and thought to himself that it was the perfect transport for the old crone. When Torin had taken the old woman's hand to give her the water bottle Gryla had seen flashes of the boy's life. She had witnessed the lewd lad letting three hideous goblin's have their way with his nubile young body. She had seen the young warrior being fucked by a giant grizzly bear. Her visions had shown several different men take their pleasure with Torin. She had even seen him spit roasted on the rock hard erections of two huge trolls. The boy was clearly insatiable. The visions had ignited a small spark of arousal in the old woman's bones that she hadn't felt for a very long time. So Gryla resolved to travel with the boy for a while. Perhaps she could help the boy to satisfy his apparently enormous sexual appetite, and perhaps she could get a little satisfaction herself with more visions of the handsome virile young warrior's body being used in the most lewd and depraved ways. Torin was amazed at how well the old blind woman navigated her way though the world. He watched her climb easily into the cart to which the goat was harnessed, snatch up the reins and flick them to encourage the goat forwards. Nuala tossed her head, then trotted forwards beside the old woman. The afternoon passed swiftly for Torin as the old woman kept up an easy friendly chatter asking about his clan, and the purpose of his journey. Torin spotted some pheasants and used his bow and arrows to shoot one and hung it from the back of Gryla's cart for a hot meal later. As the sun lowered in the sky the travelers came to a small wooded area and Gryla said that she needed to rest her weary bones, so Torin set up camp, collected wood for a fire and prepared the pheasant for cooking. By the time the sun was setting the bird was roasting over the flames on a makeshift spit. A short time later the old woman was hungrily ripping the hot juicy flesh from a pheasant leg, fat dripping down her chin. After she had eaten her fill she belched loudly, wiped her greasy chin on her raggedy sleeve and toppled over and within minutes was snoring noisily. Torin found a blanket rolled up in the little cart and draped it over Gryla. Then he set about clearing away the bones. The barbarian boy was about to settle down himself when he saw a light off among the trees. It looked like it could be a torch or perhaps lantern. Who would be out in the woods at this time of night? He wondered. As he watched the light weave through the trees Torin felt drawn to it. Almost without realizing what he was doing the barbarian boy got to his feet clad only in the silver metal codpiece, and started to move stiffly towards it, as if in a trance. As the handsome young warrior stumbled out of the ring of light made by the campfire the hint of a smile crept across the wrinkled face of the old Seer. Torin crept slowly through the trees trying to catch whoever was holding the light, but just as he was coming close to it the light was extinguished. The baffled barbarian boy made his way to the clearing where he thought he had last seen it but there was nothing there. All of a sudden there was a flicker of light in a different direction weaving its way between the boughs enticingly. The boy began to move faster, not caring if anyone heard him coming now. Once again, before he reached the light it flickered out, and again it reappeared a little way off in the trees. Twice more Torin tried to catch up to the light, and twice more he was left disappointed. It didn't even occur to the entranced young warrior that he had walked for far longer through the woods than should have been possible. Exasperated, Torin looked around the clearing that he was sure had been the last place he had seen the flickering light, and saw nothing, but in the distance he heard laughter. Mischievous laughter. He scanned the woods expecting to see the light again, but instead the impish laughter sounded closer. Torin suddenly shook off the glamour that had tricked him, and cursed himself. He should never have allowed a Will o' the Wisp to lure him into the dark. The malicious laughter was coming from all around him now, and he was all but naked. The barbarian boy closed his eyes, called upon the Great Bear Spirit and prepared himself for whatever would come next. The Great Bear Spirit opened his rheumy eyes. He heard the boy's call, and knew there was more fun to be seen. Back at the campfire Gryla the old Seer chuckled, and congratulated herself for convincing the boy to stop at this place. She knew that these woods were inhabited by boggarts, mischievous creatures that loved to lure unwary travelers off the road and subject them to all kinds of shenanigans. She thought she had a good idea what kinds of shenanigans the rascally little tricksters would get up to with a boy as beautiful as Torin. All at once a faint glow dimly illuminated the clearing and Torin could make out perhaps a dozen goblin-like creatures, about 2ft tall, with squat yet muscular little bodies. With long hook noses, and large pointy ears the creatures were unpleasant looking, and their beady little eyes seemed full of mischief as they regarded the all but naked barbarian boy, licking their lips lasciviously. Something barrelled into the back of Torin's legs causing him to fall to his knees, and as he did the cackling creatures fell upon him, nipping, pinching, prodding and poking all over the boy's unprotected body. One of the bothersome bug-a-boos pulled the silver shell from the boy's groin. Crowing with laughter it placed the codpiece on its head like a helmet and capered around the clearing foolishly. Now that Torin's cock and balls were exposed the struggling boy felt little hands grabbing and groping the shaft, and tugging on his ball sack. Rough tongues began to rasp and slurp all over the boy's warm flesh, and sharp little teeth nibbled on his tender nipples. The wriggling, writhing young warrior attempted to pull some of the annoying little imps off him, but he failed and was utterly overwhelmed. Yet despite his alarm the virile barbarian boy's body began to react to the unwanted attention. His cock began to swell and the foreskin pulled back to reveal the shiny purple head which was soon subjected to the torturous tickle of several harsh abrasive little tongues. Another rough raspy tongue found its way between the boy's muscular butt cheeks and began to scrape and scratch at Torin's tight little pucker. He moaned with a mixture of anguish and arousal, wincing at the erotic irritation of his hot twitching hole. The overstimulated stud arched his back with erotic arousal as a burst of sly laughter erupted above him. Torin opened his eyes and gawked in amazement at what he saw. One of the squat little creatures was standing over him waving an improbably large prick which sprouted from between its legs. How could such a pint-sized imp carry such a prodigious prong? The baffled barbarian boy had little time to ponder the absurdity before the bawdy boggart thrust the tip of his tool between Torin's lips, and a lusty round of jeers and laughter echoed through the trees. A feeling of shame and humiliation filled the young warriors' thoughts. He imagined his friend Gunnar mocking him for being taken down so easily by an unruly mob of such small creatures. "What good are those muscles if even these imps can defeat you." he imagined Gunnar taunting him. Unnoticed by the flustered young fellow, ropes had been attached to his wrists and ankles, and as he slurped and slobbered on the intruder attempting to enter his throat, the bindings were attached to surrounding trees, and pulled tight so that Torin was spreadeagled on the leaf littered ground. Coughing and spluttering, the bashful barbarian boy felt his mouth fill up with the boggarts sticky seed, and he reluctantly swallowed the thick creamy spooge. If he was expecting some respite he was to be disappointed. When the first boggart withdrew its hefty pole another immediately replaced it, salty juices dripping from its turgid tip. The rough tongue that had licked at Torin's closely cinched crease had left his ass lips sore and tender, so when a hot blunt object probed between them the sensation was even more intense than usual, and the boy yelped in anguish. The hot blooded boggart that had penetrated the young barbarian's bowels let out a squawk of satisfaction. Torin felt every engorged inch that invaded his acutely inflamed asshole. Tears welled up in his red rimmed eyes as he impotently struggled and tugged on the bindings which held him helplessly, and laid his finely muscled young body open to whatever the boisterous boggarts wished to do with it. A second load of boggart spunk was pumped into his mouth. The walls of his bowels were coated with a third. A harsh little tongue rasped around inside the barbarian boy's belly button. Stretched and sore, Torin's tits were once again attacked by needle-like teeth. A claw-like hand squeezed his tortured balls, and another pumped the boy's own throbbing tool, until it erupted like a geyser and splattered hot thick boy batter all over his heaving chest and taut tanned belly. The awesome ejaculation was greeted with another round of jeering and cackling. The well ravished young warrior lost count of how many times he was fucked, but the rambunctious boggarts seemed to have an endless appetite for the beautiful boys hungry holes. Lost in a delirious haze of orgiastic activity Torin's mind faded into a muddled daze until he realized that the world around him was bright with sunshine, and he was sprawled listlessly on the ground within sight of their campsite. Looking down at his abused body Torin saw dozens of little scratches and scrapes. His nipples looked raw, swollen and sore, his jaw ached, and his asshole throbbed painfully from the previous nights pummeling. He found the shiny silver shell next to him and clipped it into place over his crotch, sliding the little steel ball up inside his butt with an aggrieved groan through gritted teeth. As the barbarian boy stumbled back to the camp Gryla the aged Seer was just rousing from her well rested slumber. "I trust you slept well, my fine young warrior." she said with a sly grin. "I don't think I slept a wink." Torin responded sheepishly. "It's a good thing she can't see the state of me." the young warrior consoled himself. Gryla snickered to herself as she recalled the lewd visions of the handsome barbarian boy's body being defiled by the gang of lascivious Boggarts which had tumbled through her deliciously depraved dreams.