Konan rose at dawn from the bed he had made beneath the trees and stars at the side of the road. He stretched and ran his hands through his hair and over his body and adjusted his loincloth. He had already checked that his possessions were all there. His sword in its hard leather, iron-banded sheath, along with his knife and the small leather bag of valuable...
Throwing his head back and arching his body, Garr cried to his lover in ecstasy, "Deeper, deeper," and wrapped his legs about the barbarian Konan's narrow hips, pulling their pelvises even closer and more tightly together, as the barbarian plowed the lean young mountain warrior's ass canal with his huge weapon. And he was plowing the lean young warrior Gar...
This story is part of Barbarian Tales One, and follows the story Rescued by the Barbarian. * * * If the fine young nobleman was before me today, I confess I would still have the desire to take him long and hard. He was a very fine young nobleman, who had whatever it is a man needs to have to make me want him enough to be foolish about it. And each time I...
I lay on the ground where I had been thrown, panting for air, and looking up at a giant of a man who stood over me. He was muscular and solid with large legs and thighs like tree trunks, narrow hips covered by nothing but a hide loincloth, and above that a belly that consisted of waves of muscle and then a chest- a huge chest with big nipples rimmed by golde...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * I had been minding my own business and preparing the temple for the first festival of Spring, the ancient celebration of the planting of the first seed. Going out into the nearby hills in search of branches of buds and the first leaves and small flowers to adorn t...
My first sight of young Hilaron bathing so openly and lit by the late-afternoon sun, making the water flowing over him sparkle and glitter as if he were radiating light like a young god, had overwhelmed me with desire for him. And as I entered the courtyard of that fine estate, I could not have stopped myself from having him if I had wanted to. Perhaps the g...
"Rescue my son, and you can have your freedom," the Moghul's great general had said to me. And now I clung to the top of the ruined wall that surrounded the rough cobbled yard in which the wiry Mongolian horsemen were holding him. The general's son was one of many the general had, but Kasim had been made a prince as he was the most handsome and most intelli...
I was a prince in my tribe and here I was on my knees on Roman galley whilst a common sailor was trying to force his huge cock in my manly hole. I struggled but was held by 3 other stinking sailors. Just as his cock touched me I heard a shout from the captain. I understood their language. He said my arse was too valuable for a pig commoner but my mouth wasn'...
Old King Severmist of the Orgas stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Thorodia and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus had failed. "How much longer will you hold against my might?" the...
Chapter I: Over A Barrel The fight was fast and desperate; in the momentary illumination a vicious leering face shone before Huw, and his hungry axe licked out, splitting it to the chin spraying gore and brains over the doughty Celt. In the numbing blackness that followed the flash, an unseen stroke swept Huw's helmet from his head and he struck back blindl...