Date: Sat, 11 Sep 1999 22:51:18 -0400
From: Bald Hairy Man <bldhrymn@aol.com>
Subject: The End of the World - A third Bear appears
	
The End of the World - A Third Bear Appears
by Bald Hairy Man

A few days later after the arrival of the two bears and the boy, Valens and
Bembo set off to the east looking for the orchards Valens remembered so
well. The were a half day away when they saw birds circling above, and had
the uncomfortable feeling that death was near.  Some the suspicions were
confirmed as the stench became more pronounced.  They moved slowly until
they were next to a scene of desolation. The summer was hot, and
decomposition set in quickly.  There seemed to be bodies everywhere,
perhaps twenty of them.

Most were Saxons, but in the middle of the piles of bodies and severed
limbs were Britons.  There was no sign of life and the two men came closer.
Clearly the Britons had inflicted tremendous casualties on the Saxons as
they fought the good fight.  They clearly had not triumphed. Every
collection of barbarians had a Briton at its core.

Valens realized that possibly no one had been victorious, since the clothes
and jewelry of the bodies was intact; no one had striped the bodies of
their valuables. There was a moan, and the two men froze.  Bembo quickly
took one of the swords from the bodies, and stood at alert.

There was a second moan.

They moved in the direction of the sound and looked at the biggest pile of
bodies. Six dead Saxons distributed around a richly dressed Briton. Bembo
touched one of the Germans. Stone cold.  He then tried each of the others
with the same result. All dead. He then touched the Briton.  "He's alive."
he said. Valens looked closely.

"The man is of high rank," he observed. " and a big man." The man must have
been as big as Bembo, but was as blond and Bembo was dark, and as hairy as
Bembo was hairless.  The man had a mane of hair and beard and
moustache. Where the clothes were ripped, it was clear that his body was as
hairy as his head.

He was covered in blood and gore and wounded in several places.  Yet his
heart was still beating.  " What should we do with him?" asked Bembo.

"Lets take him home." Valens suggested. " he is a big man. He could be
useful."

"How can we get him back?" asked Bembo.

Valens realized that all of the clothes, robes and cloaks of the dead were
available for use. With the trunks of some saplings they could make a
stretcher.  Bembo and Valens were both attracted to the all but dead man,
and were willing to try to save him. Bembo found some suitable trees , and
Valens tried to bind up the worst of the wounds.  The man had suffered a
major blow to his head, a gash in his leg and had a broken arm.. Valens
figured that the leg was broken also.

One of the cloaks of the deadmen and the jeweled broaches of the others
made it possible to make a stretcher.  When they lifted him on to it, he
screamed, but must have passed out from the pain, and they were able to
carry him.

It was well after dark when they returned to the villa.  Bembo had no
problem with the weight of the man; Valens was all but dead. The body
caused a stir, and remarkably was still alive. Optimus had been trained as
a doctor, and quickly set to work.

Valens had hoped to get credit for his find, but sat down and fell asleep,
and didn't wake up till the next day. He awoke in the domed central chamber
of the underground villa, with a great blond body next to him, naked and
still.  "Oh shit, he died!" the thought, but he decided to feel the body to
make sure.  He reached over, and was overcome with the worst pain he had
ever felt. It was as if every cramp and every body ache he had ever felt
was concentrated in his arms and shoulders. The pain was so bad he was
winded. He cried out and Bembo's head popped up.

"I don't think you are accustomed to carrying men for long distances."
Bembo sounded serious, but his eyes were laughing.

"I think not. Is he alive?" Asked Valens.

"Yes, we cleaned him up. The magistrate says we need to set his leg and arm
sometime today, or he will be a cripple. Magister Optimus also thinks that
something may be broken inside him." Bembo replied.  Valens was going to
comment, but was overcome with exhaustion and decided not to. The pain
subsided and he fell asleep again.

He woke up to the Britons screams. Optimus and Julian were setting his leg
and arm. Broken bodies were all part of a smith's business, and Julian was
knowledgeable and helpful. The man again passed out from the pain, and all
was quiet again. Valens got up, and while it seemed as if every muscle in
his body ached, at least he was able to move.  He went outside.

Maximus had recognized the body.  The man was Arcturus Ambrosianus , a
Romanized Briton and a member of a distinguished family. He must have been
heading east to fight the Saxons when his group of noblemen fell into a
Saxon scouting party.  Arcturus and his men must have fought bravely and
effectively, but were outnumbered.

He spoke to Arcturus during one of his few lucid moments. The man
remembered only the battle, until he was assaulted by extraordinary pain.
Months later Arcturus described the weeks of pain to Maximus. He couldn't
think, he couldn't orient himself, he wasn't sure if he had been captured
by the Saxons, or rescued by his own men. When he realized that the men
around him were Latin speaking, he relaxed, but the pain was constant.  The
pain was constant until he was moved, when it became unbearable.

Everything would vanish, then he would wake again, and the pain would
return.  He was being carried, then lowered into warm water.  The water was
wonderful, but then he was taken out and returned to a dark room. He tried
to sit up, and was over whelmed by pain again.

He had nightmares, of fighting the Saxons, of trying to please his father,
of being chased by wild animals.  There were other dreams.  He felt his
cock touched by soft wet things that licked it. At first soft and delicate,
but later he thought that something was after is balls, trying to suck them
out of his body, through his cock.

He felt other things, sexual . But not localized. He felt sexual excitement
being generated from inside his body. He had screwed women and knew about
the stimulation of his cock, but this feeling came from inside.  Arcturus
couldn't think straight, the nightmares, the pain and the dreams were all
melding together.

The British noble was a handsome and wealthy man, about twenty five.  He
was unaware of the stir he had caused in this isolate group of men.  There
was no shortage of men willing to nurse him back to health.

Valens and Bembo took turns watching over the man.  They had found him,
they felt ownership of him. Arcturus' bad dreams were the product of his
recent experiences and his subconscious.  His sexual fantasies were
produced by Valens.

Valens had been the chief butler for the patrician household of Ceralis
Patellius. One of his duties was to serve as nurse to the men of the
household.  He was genuinely helpful, and had considerable knowledge of
medicinal herbs and spices. Sitting beside the sick bed, Valens had found
that a little sex play could help while away the hours, for both him and
the patient. He told his mistress that he had a magic sleeping potion, but
that it would only work for men.

Valens started by massaging the sore muscles of the patient. It was more a
rubbing and caressing than a massage, but it seemed to relax.  He then move
slowly closer to the genitals, massaging, with a feather like
touch. Ceralis himself admitted that when he was recovering from a serious
head injury, it was days before he figured out what Valens was doing, and
Ceralis knew Valens sexual skills first hand.

The tongue was the most delicate instrument in Valens tool box, and he
would touch and caress the cock, never actually sucking it. Eventually the
patient would be erect, and Valens would change his attention from the
relatively insensitive fore skin to the much more responsive cock
head. Ceralis's twenty year old cousin, and his fourteen year old son were
the only patients who actually climaxed at this point. Valens had a theory
that old, stale cum, cooped up in the balls was bad for you, and you need
to expel it and make new. He had actually tried to explain this to a doctor
once, who told him he was crazy.

But Valens knew that once the cum started flowing again, the patient was
well on the road to recovery.  It had worked over and over again.  His
objective was to make the patient climax without the stress and excitement
of conscious sexual contact.  If the tongue bath on the cock head didn't
work, Valens continued to stimulate the head , while he worked a finger
into the ass. This was a very slow process, but eventually he would touch
the prostate. Usually the patient was unaware; at most he felt a mild
fullness in his ass, and the warmth of the stimulated gland. The finger
didn't have the sledgehammer like effect a hard penis did, but it worked
none the less.

No one ever awoke during this process.  Valens was well aware that he could
not have been that delicate, and was convinced that several of those in his
care were just enjoying themselves.  That was all to the better.

Arcturus was difficult for Valens. He was much more badly hurt than most of
those who had been in his care, and he was far more attractive. Valens was
very active sexually, and sometimes tended to have a workman-like, rather
than passionate interest in most men. Valens did not have a workman-like
interest in Arcturus. He was immensely attracted to the blond, hairy giant.
Years before Julian and he had joked about finding the Cock of the Gods.
The penis that would have made Jupiter crazed with lust; Priapus drool in
envy. Valens was convinced that he had found that cock, lying between the
legs of the British giant.

He wasn't sure for the man was unconscious most of the time, and there was
no trace of an erection, but it was big.  The balls were the size of
apples, contained in a wrinkled, hair covered sack. Relaxed, the cock was
the length of a mans hand, and was encased in a thick skin sheath, that
hung loosely. It looked like it could be stretched to hold an incredible
fuck tool.

On one hand Valens was afraid that the man might die before he had a chance
to taste it, to savor it. On the other hand, Arcturus was in such poor
condition, that it might not be possible to get near it without hurting
him. In the back of his mind, Valens feared that the man might not
appreciate the treatment; he might not respond.

Valens was always a considerate nurse, and the first night he simply tended
to the needs of the man, and pondered the problem.  By dawn he made a
decision.  If the man died, he died, and it didn't make any difference if
he had balls filled with cum or not.  The cum drained from his balls
wouldn't affect his ascent to heaven.

The technical problems of getting to the cock, were more
difficult. Fortunately there was Bembo.  Valens explained his medical
theory to Bembo, and it struck the former furnace man as both sensible and
compassionate. He recalled the many times that Fulvius had felt both
relaxed and reinvigorated after shooting a load.  Fulvius had said many
times that he wanted to die with a smile on his face and his chest covered
in sperm.

Bembo volunteered to support Valens in this delicate operation , holding
him just above the Briton's cock, so that Valens could get access with out
applying pressure to the man's battered body.  The next night they got
Arcturus to eat a thick broth made by Maximus to help build up strength,
and then lowered him slowly into the warm pool, both cleaning him and
relaxing him. The put him back on the bed to sleep. He had a fever and they
didn't cover him to prevent him from getting too hot.

After he fell into a deep but restless sleep, Valens leaned over and licked
the puckered opening of Arcturus' foreskin.  Valens was no stranger to
lust, but he was shaking like a leaf.  Bembo supported him by grabbing his
tunic and essentially hanging him above the cock.

After a short while the trembling stopped and Valens began a slow and
thorough exploration of the Briton's cock. Bembo just held him there,
noticing that Valens seemed to show the same tenderness, almost worship
that Fulvius had once lavished on Bembo's cock..

Excited anticipation of can create unrealistic expectations, and Valens'
expectations of Arcturus was well beyond reasonableness. Valens could not
believe the increased attraction he felt once he made physical contact with
the cock.  He licked the puckered opening several dozen times and the
opening began to part. He slowly worked his tongue into the hole, and began
slow circular movements with his tongue opening and spreading the skin. He
felt an deep urge to swallow the entire thing, but he resisted. It was
excruciating and unbelievably exciting. "Pull me up Bembo, I can't take it
any more." Valens whispered.

The both walked over to the pool, stripped, and sank into the warm water.
"I think he was responding." said Bembo. "It was rising some; the cock head
was moving down the tube."

"I think so too, but I'm not sure I can do it, I have never been so excited
in my life." agreed Valens. Both men had full erections. "There are cocks
and there are cocks, but he has something remarkable. Do you think he
knows?"

"Fulvius was a ugly dirty old man, and he told me he loved me a thousand
times. I never believed him until he made love to my cock. My cock told me
that he really cared for me. The first time my cock touched his prostate I
knew that it was real. I never felt anything for him, just gratitude, but
he actually loved me. I wish now that my cock had shot its load deep into
his brain, and told him that I loved him, but I didn't and it didn't. Cocks
don't lie." Bembo mused.

"Well we'd better get back to work" said Valens. They returned o the
sleeping body, and Valens hovered above the cock like a hummingbird at a
pollen filled flower.  By the end of the night, the tip of the cock head
had emerged, and while Arcturus' cock was by no means erect, its true scale
could be appreciated.

Bembo pulled Valens up, and they looked at the calm, sleeping man. "Look!"
Bembo whispered. Emerging from the half enshrouded cock head was a single
glistening bead of liquid. He lowered Valens down again and he collected it
on his tongue.  Bembo pulled him up again, the two men faced each other and
kissed, sharing the drop.

After they broke apart, Valens spit in his had and lubricated Bembo's erect
cock. Valens bent over and Bembo shoved his cock deep into Valens
ass. Bembo used one arm to pin Valens hairy chest, the other hand grabbed
the ridged cock.  Bembo quickly pumped three or four times and Valens shot
cum all over his hairy gut and chest.  Bembo rubbed it in, spreading it
evenly over the nude torso. A few thrusts later and Bembo filled Valens'
ass. The two men collapsed on the floor.

"That wasn't love." Bembo murmured.

"Shit no! I've never needed a fucking so bad in my life." said
Valens. "Thank you." later that day Valens looked back and realized that
even though he had been covered in cum, and filled with it, the taste of
Arcturus's one bead of pre-cum remained in his mind.
				
The next night Valens coaxed the entire head out of the enveloping
foreskin, and introduced a finger in the ass. The British nobleman
responded with a much larger offering of pre cum, and some movements that
Valens interpreted and trying to get a more comfortable hold on the new
object in his ass.

When Arcturus was conscious, Valens persistence got quite a bit of food in
him, bathed him in the thermal pool and cleaned his wounds of anything that
looked like puss or infection.  Movement was an ordeal for the man, but
Julian was convinced that unless he moved he would stiffen up like a board
and die.

On the third night Valens made contact with Arcturus' prostate.  The cock
had been half erect, and the entire head exposed when Valens two fingers
touched the gland. Valens remembered when he first touched another mans
magic nut. It had been Julian's and Julian had been resisting Valens
advancing finger when the finger and the nut made contact and Julian
suddenly relaxed and opened his ass as wide as he could.  It was soft and
squishy and the size of a hazelnut or acorn.  After Valens massaged it and
gave a it a few good pokes, Julian was crying, so desperately he needed
release.

Arcturus' was the size of a ripe plumb, in a good year. If Arcturus has
been conscious, and willing, Valens would have caressed it with three
fingers and held the whole thing in his hands. With one finger on each side
of it, Valens began slowly massaging it. Slowly and delicately he kneaded
the gland, and watched the cock grow to full erection. By then the pre cum
was dripping from the head, down the shaft and into the reddish blond
bush. Bembo was supporting Valens so he did not apply any pressure to the
body while he manipulated it, and felt the increase in sexual tension as he
watched the cock get bigger and Valens pick up the pace of the prostate
massage.

Valens was exhausted, and ready to give up for the night, when Bembo's cock
touched Valens' asshole and the mushroom head slipped just inside the
sphincter. Valens involuntarily jabbed his fingers forward, and poked
Arcturus' prostate. Immediately the gland began to fill up, and became hard
as a rock. Cum shot high in the sky covering Valens and Arcturus with long
ribbons of cum, landing on the hairy bodies of the two men.

Bembo pulled Valens up, and firmly skewered him on his cock, Valens shot
and all of Valens' cum landed on Arcturus and there the sperm merged.
Bembo had spent much of his life cleaning up the public baths so deposited
his load deep inside Valens.  He kept his cock deep in the ass for a while,
giving a little pump once and a while to work the last bit of sperm out of
the cock. Valens used his finger to collect the ribbons of cum hat draped
Arcturus' body, and then sucked the man juice off the finger. Valens was
convinced that the man who possessed the cock of the gods had turned the
corner, and would live.

As the sun rose and Optimus came in to relieve the two men of their nursing
duties, Valens told him this. Optimus laughed and told him to get some
sleep.  Optimus had considerable medical knowledge, and knew that the
butler's medical theories were comic.  However, Arcturus showed
considerable improvement when he woke. He was actually hungry and wanted to
eat. He even walked a few paces using Wolf and Fox as crutches.

A week later Arcturus was a vigorous, energetic man, moving with either Fox
or Wolf as a crutch and with his arm in a sling.  I was clear that he was a
leader of men, physically appealing, intelligent, and possessing a knack
for getting along with other men. Valens continued his evening treatments,
and was sure that he blond man knew what was going on.

Valens also noticed that more often than not Arcturus had his arm around a
man, or was siting, touching his neighbor.  Even Wolf and Optimus, the most
reserved men in the group didn't seem to mind it.  Arcturus seemed to like
men, and liked physical contact with men. But did he like to fuck men? Did
he like to play with men?