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Barbarian Tales - Book One - Traveler’s Tales
Barbarian Tales - Book Two - Journeys Begin
Barbarian Tales - Book Three - The Inheritance
Barbarian Tales - Book Four - Road to Persepolis
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BARBARIAN TALES
Books 1, 2 & 3
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CONTENTS
Barbarian Tales - Book One - Traveler’s Tales
Barbarian Tales - Book Two - Journeys Begin
Barbarian Tales - Book Three - The Inheritance
Traveler’s Tales
CONTENTS
The Fine Young Nobleman Meets the Barbarian
The Barbarian Tells How He Escapes Capture
The Fine Young Nobleman’s Story Continues
Many men talk of Konan the great barbarian with wonder and awe, and some lucky few have true tales to tell of him. Of the time they crossed the path of that great giant of a man, and if they are very lucky, they talk too, with faraway eyes, of being taken by him and of the power of his taking. And occasionally Konan has told his own tale, a tale of some man who pleased him greatly.
In his journeys, Konan has met many men, and these are the tales of some of them.
Tales of simple travelers, of young barbarians of the tribe of Urk who were kidnapped and rescued. Of merchants who met him on the road and whom he traveled with as a caravan guard, of men he saved using his sexual prowess and his cunning. And of men he loved.
These tales are also told by those whom Konan, the Great Barbarian, met when in the land of the Great Mogul, which lies far to the west of where Konan began his life, and far to the west of where we all live. These are the tales of those he knew when he was a captive of the Great Mogul’s grand general, and tales of the fine young nobleman who came to court to make his fortune and of the great general’s son, the young prince Kasim, and of how, by saving Kasim, Konan gained his freedom to continue his journey through the ancient world.
Through these men’s stories and his own, Konan shares his history with you.
He came over the dusty hilltop and walked down the road toward me. As he came closer, my mouth fell open. I had never before seen such a massive muscular physique. His arms tapered from massive shoulders to thick-boned wrists and big, strong hands. His legs . . . well, his legs were huge, his massive thighs a moving mass of rippling muscle as he strode smoothly toward me. He wore only a calfskin loincloth and some leather straps about his chest. The loincloth covered his crotch, but as he moved, it flapped back and forth, and I could see that it was never going to hang straight down on him. There was far too much of a mound sitting behind it for that.
As he strode closer, he looked me over. It was a direct assessment of my physical attributes. “Where are you from?” I shouted to him, as he got close enough to hear.
“Why do you ask?” he bellowed back.
“I have never seen a man who looked as muscular and strong as you do,” I replied, not wanting to offend him but unable to stop looking down at that loincloth of his, trying to figure out just what was behind it.
He laughed as he reached me. “I have had a long walk and need to rest a while. Do you want join me?” he asked.
I gulped, “yes, of course, I have a water skin you can drink from too,” I replied, taking up the leading rein on my donkey, which carried my provisions. “Umm, where do you want to rest?”
He indicated a pile of huge rocks that stood beside the road. “There.”
I smiled, seeing that the rocks made some cool shade. I stepped off toward them, but he landed a huge hand on my ass and grabbed a handful of my dusty tunic. He spun me around, and his huge arms pulled me in to him, and he planted his lips on mine, crushing them. His hands were on my ass, each huge hand almost completely enclosing a cheek.
“Ummm,” he grunted, as he let me fall free.
I could see his loin cloth was standing out more now than before, and I was transfixed by the obvious bulge now being made by what was behind it.
“Come on,” he said, taking my arm in a powerful and almost painful grasp.
Once we reached the shade of the rocks, he pushed me back against the nearest. I gasped and was a bit worried for a moment; then he removed his loincloth, and I was too stunned by what was revealed to worry about anything else. What he had been hiding was a huge engorging cock, already more than one span long, and big, sagging balls. He stroked his cock, which was still only partly hard but already as thick and long as any I had seen before.
“Do you have any oil?” he asked.
I nodded numbly, “In the pack on my donkey’s side,” I replied.
“Get it,” he ordered me.
I scurried over to my pack animal and dug out the clay jar of cooking oil and returned to hand it to him. He pushed me about, and I ended up facing the rock with him behind me. I had a pretty good idea where this was going.
He slapped a huge hand on my shoulder and pulled my tunic down, tearing it off me. Then I felt huge fingers parting my cheeks and his hand slapped oil onto my ass. It dribbled down my thighs as he pulled my hips away from the rock, and my legs followed, until I was supporting only my head with my hands against the rock. He slathered more oil onto my ass, and then I cried out, “OOOH,” as he plunged one of his thick fingers into my asshole.
My ass was a well-used piece of equipment, but it had never served a man built like he was. I turned my head as far as I could and gasped fearfully when I saw the huge rod he now stroked with his free hand. “I don’t—” I began, my protest cut off by him jamming a thicker finger deep inside me.
He stroked the head of his huge cock against my hole, wetting me more and spreading the slippery oil about on himself as well as me. I cried out as something burned its way inside me. He laughed. My ass was emptied and I wanted it filled, but I wasn’t sure if what he was offering me was going to be able to be accommodated inside there.
He was not concerned though, and in a moment, I was screaming a scream that echoed through the pile of rocks and across the valley. He had got inside me. His huge cock was tearing my entrance up as he eased it into me. I pushed back, trying to make my ass open wider, putting my hands back to pull my own cheeks apart. He continued to drive himself into me, and I continued to let out screams of agony.
But then he had hit that spot, and I was gasping for breath between my screams. The oil and my body were suddenly helping him ease in, and he was making way inside me without tearing me apart. I groaned now with huge groans and crying moans. He was going deeper than I’d known a cock could go and stretching me to my limit and almost beyond, but he kept going. Then he was in. I gasped and panted, sweating with the strain of taking him.