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Conquered by a Viking
This is a true story as sent to me in a reader s email and phone call.
I ve lived with this for 63 years long enough that now I don t give a damn. I ll tell the story. Have to let it out.
Back in 1944 a special operations team flew from England to Norway to blow up a super-secret Nazi heavy-water facility. The plant had avoided detection in a mountain above the Arctic Circle near Narvik close to the Swedish border but Norwegian Resistance tipped off Allied intelligence and I came into the game. Lieutenant Payne and I were a specialized two-man demolition team. Lt. Payne knew German Norwegian Swedish and infantry weapons. I specialized in blowing up things.
We parachuted into the area at night where Norwegian Resistance fighters waited. We buried the parachutes and headed off to the target and once there I saw how the place went unobserved for so long. Could hardly see it. Nothing there. Just a rounded hill of snow. Nothing but a few tire tracks.
Closer I saw the entrance — under a long overhang caked with snow — invisible from above. Only Norwegians on the ground happened to spot it.
One of the Norwegian Resistance a geologist from Oslo University gave us the key to it: the overhang a huge granite slab was very unstable. With a simple nudge from explosives it could slide further down the hill starting a larger landslide. Lt. Payne and I had chemicals in our backpacks that could blow a battleship off the mountain.
While we watched from the trees a figure walked out of the plant s opening. He wore white Germany Army arctic fatigues and a white helmet. He hung back in the shadows and lit a cigarette. A moment later another man in white walked up behind him. The second man reached down to the other s crotch and squeezed. Hans mein Schwanz ist hart fГјr dich!
I looked at Lt. Payne. Says his cock is hard for him he whispered.
God the world is full of queers! Fucking queers! I hissed back. Nothing worse than a fucking Nazi faggot.
In those days in looks I wasn t what you d call handsome but I was strong and could get the job done. I was a big guy plenty of muscles. I stood 6 4 in my stocking feet and on the scales around 250 pounds.
And I was straight. Damned straight. I loved pussy and got some whenever I could.
As I think back over what I m about to tell you now I know how it happened. It wasn t all my fault not all of it. Things ganged up on me. Memories. My childhood. Dreams I had.
Like my very first wet dream — I was what seven eight? I can remember that dream clearly one of those that stick with you when you wake up.
I dreamed I was running through a woods sprinting for my life ahead of a raging snarling bear! I felt his hot breath on my back — and I realized I was naked! My pajamas were gone! Running in bare feet over the rough rocky ground I could not go fast enough. The bear got closer and closer.
Finally I ran out of the woods into a clearing and in the distance I saw a huge castle. Gigantic. So big it faded into the distance. A big lake on one side and a dense forest on the other. High gray stone walls with turrets and windows all over glittering yellow and gold in the dim light of sunset.
I ran as fast as I could but the bear almost grabbed me! I was crying and could hardly see through the tears but suddenly a Prince appeared in the path ahead of me!
He wore a mottled green and brown robe but the robe was open and under it he was naked like me. He raised one hand in a stop gesture. I looked over my shoulder as I ran and I saw the bear stumble to a halt turn around and walk away!
Relieved and grateful — my life was saved — I ran to the prince to hug him but he was a big tall man and when I reached him and threw my arms around him my arms went around his hips and his buttocks — and I was running so fast my face mashed against his huge pecker (that s what my father called it).
My face pressed into his huge pecker!
At that instant I had the first orgasm of my life a pleasure so intense it woke me up! I threw back the covers and yanked down my pajamas — my still-glowing pecker was hard and thrilling to the touch! Gee whiz what s happening?? Later of course once I knew my pecker could do such things like all boys I began to experiment until I finally discovered jacking off.
I grew up normally. I liked girls. I liked to play Doctor Post Office and I ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. Never paid one second of attention to other boys. I liked the girls.
When I grew older I joined the Army. And I hated queers. If I caught two men in homo activities I reported them immediately. Get all the cocksuckers and other deviants out of the Army!
Many times I sat in the enlisted men s club with a few of my friends drinking beer and talking about the Army and when the subject of queers in the military came up we all sounded off on how they were tearing the country apart. Limp-wristed little fairies all of em! Simpering fags got no place in the Army!
Pvt. Blackwelder a weasel I didn t really like sneered I spotted a man in the latrine the other day — wore pink underwear!
No!
God s truth!
Couldn t it have been white Army boxers accidentally washed with something red?
Could ve been but I d toss them out before I d wear pink underwear!
Everybody gave out with Yeah yeah. Blackwelder went on to say that queers go around causing other queers.
Causing other queers? What does that mean?
He put down his beer and leaned forward lowering his voice. Don t you know man? Once a male gets his cock through your asshole you re fucked! And you can never go back! You turn into a queer. You re hot for it from then on!
No! That s bullshit!
God s truth. Heard it from the medical officer.
I sat back and took a swallow of beer. That was dangerous news. Not that I was worried — for one thing I was straight. For another I would kill any man who tried to stick his cock in my ass. But in a way it was scary. Like an exposed jugular vein I didn t know I had. What if it s like an accident — a guy stumbles in the showers and falls up against you and . . . you know.
Everybody turned to look at me. Anybody ever stumbled up against me in the showers and I felt his cock at my ass I would break his neck said one. Anybody in the showers with a hardon in the first place should be turned over to the MPs said another.
But what if you like sit on a pencil or something?
Blackwelder laughed. No stupid it has to be a queer. If you get a queer s cock in your ass you become a queer. Scientific fact.
The conversation went on to other things and I relaxed. All that talk about queers was embarrassing especially since I was so ignorant. We broke up an hour or so later and went back to our quarters but I couldn t stop thinking about it: A cock through your asshole turns you queer.
In my bunk I pulled down my boxers. I had a prong I was proud of in the showers. Seven inches soft bumpy with veins and textures ending in a foreskin that covered the cockhead and ended in a heathen tassel of loose skin at the end — like those on naked soldiers on Greek pottery in history books.
I gripped it and began a jackoff session. Then I started wondering. With my cock hard and happy I reached between my legs with my free hand and stuck a finger up my ass.
Yeowtch!! Fuck that hurts!!
And I was glad. No way will I ever crave anybody sticking anything up there. I had prostate exams from medical officers once or twice and they always used rubber gloves with plenty of lubricant and even those hurt.
That was a relief. No way can I become a queer. That once-you re-fucked threat was pure bullshit.
The very next day they shipped me off to England for training on a special secret team. One ride on a troopship later I was in England meeting Lt. Payne and studying Norwegian maps. Two weeks after that I was watching two enemy queers playing with each other in Norway. I spat into the snow and Lt. Payne shushed me.
Lieutenant Payne was okay. Shorter. Not as muscular. But with a Springfield he could hit a quarter tossed in the air from 50 paces away. A little on the pushy side maybe but that was just being an officer.
When the two German funny-boys went back inside Payne and I slipped out of the darkness. The Resistance had reconnoitered the area and told us No sentries — the Germans wanted nothing external to give away the super-secret location.
It was almost too easy. We planted the charges from our backpacks at a fulcrum-point the professor had described set the timer and scurried back into the woods. I blew on my hands to warm them up shivering in my jacket. The Arctic Circle was damned cold.
To get out of the path of the landslide we had to climb above the explosion and across the mountainside. We scurried through the woods praying none of us stumbled or fell. About the time we broke out of the woods into a clearing above and away from the slide area a huge fiery explosion shook the earth and lit up the mountainside like noonday.
With a roar like 100 thunders the huge granite slab above the plant detached from the mountain and slid down the hillside crushing the structure — and the queers — under it tearing loose huge trees and boulders with it. And higher above a larger section of the mountainside cracked loose almost as if unzipped and a titanic mass slid violently into the valley.
Then we spotted a German Army truck traveling up the road to the plant at a point below us and safely out of the landslide area. And they saw us.
While clouds of dirt and dust rose in the sky German soldiers poured out of the truck and began firing up at us and we were sitting ducks in the white snow of the clearing! Luckily we were too far above them for accurate aim and when the light of the fire and explosion finally went out in the blessed darkness we climbed like madmen to reach the trees at the far side of the clearing. They come after us now muttered one of the resistance fighters.
We climbed to the ridge of the mountain. This now changes things said one of the Norwegians. We must get back to our homes but it is easier that you to go here into Sverige ja? According to the map we had climbed a mountain pass in the Scandinavian Mountains and going down the far side would take us across the frontier into neutral Sweden somewhere near Kiruna.
Gunshots rang out behind us and bullets ricocheted from stones. Det Tyskeren er her over! the Norwegians gasped — The Germans are here! — and they melted away into the woods.
Lt. Payne and I ran down into the valley ducking behind boulders and hillocks hearing the sound of shouted German commands behind us. After we ran a mile or so down the mountainside dawn began to light the sky and we saw the terrain level out into a wooded plateau. Every so often rifle shots sounded behind us and bullets zipped through the trees. The bastards have followed us into Swedish territory Payne gasped as we ran.
Then we hit a very serious problem: the woods ended. Nothing ahead but a vast open rolling field of snow. No trees. No shelter. And the Germans were right behind us.
At the far side of the field a huge gray castle spread over many acres. Vast stone walls spread across hills and valleys fronting on one side a frozen snow-covered lake and on the other a dark forest that continued past the horizon. Round turrets accented the wall at strategic corners and windows all over glittered yellow and gold in the dim light of dawn.
Beyond the walls the main buildings of the castle rose high into the sky. Steep gray-slate roofs. The giant castle was a fortified city.
And strangely familiar. I had never been in Sweden but the castle was not strange. I knew it. Probably saw it in a picture book. Like recognizing the Eiffel Tower on your first trip to Paris.
As we crouched at the edge of the woods planning what to do an armored half-track with skis under the front wheels came over the hill and a heavy machine-gun in it fired over us into the woods beyond. I heard shouting behind us and then silence. When the armored car stopped firing there was dead quiet. No more German gunfire.
A porthole in the half-track opened and a hand stuck out motioning in the universal come closer gesture. Payne and I looked at each other. The emblem on the machine was a gold cross on a blue background — the Swedish flag. Payne shrugged his shoulders and we crept out of the thicket and ran across the snow toward the armored car. A shot rang out behind us and a bullet sputtered the snow near Payne s boot. Immediately the big machine-gun roared again sending tracers overhead raking the wood line behind us.
We reached the half-track and scrambled through an open door in the back. A deep voice barked out of the darkness: Och vem er du? — who are you?
Lt. Payne answered. Vi er Amerikaner medborgarskap — We are American citizens.
Ja I am hearing about American citizens running down the mountain from Norge. And running after is Tysken soldat — the German soldiers nej? The man had such a deep bass voice I could almost imagine a troll growling at us from the blackness inside the truck. You wear the Amerikaner uniform. What do you in Sverige?
We said nothing.
No matter. We go now back to the slot — the castle nej?
As our eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the armored car the speaker emerged as a big man in the bullet-shaped helmet and green uniform of the Swedish Army. He identified himself as Alfhild DrakeskГіld.
Interesting name said Lt. Payne. Attempt at friendly conversation.
Very old name. First name Alfhild is means elf battle. Centuries ago. Family name even older. DrakeskГіld is Dragonshield. We go now to Slottet DrakeskГіld. Family castle.
God he s the baron or whatever!
The half-track motored over the snowdrifts until we reached the castle gate. Past the outer wall it stopped at a huge staircase leading up to the doors of the main building. Attendants waited for us as we climbed out and when he stepped down Drakeskóld barked orders. Then he turned to us. Välkomnande till Slottet Drakeskóld. You now our guests. Please to follow these people. They will take care of you.
Smiling people led us into the building and I was astounded. What a building! Strength. Endurance. Granite walls over six feet thick. Even the stained-glass windows had heavy thick panes not like the thin delicate things in antique shops.
Woodcarving everywhere. Ornate stone sculptures all around. Ancient age. Immense wealth — huge tapestries over the walls carved-oak chairs a gigantic grandfather clock in an oak cabinet two stories high. We gaped.
The fireplaces had very small fires — a cool breeze made me zip up my coat again. The people around us though wore short sleeves and I saw one woman in bare feet. Above the Arctic Circle wintertime was a way of life. Only the strong endured. The people and the buildings were used to a hard life.
They led us down a long hallway with suits of armor standing in alcoves every dozen feet or so. Fascinating stuff. Each suit from a different age — or a different battle. Some blackened battle veterans. Some silver with gold trimmings.
I always wondered how a suit of armor protected the crotch. School textbooks always showed just a little kilt of chain-mail but these iron suits featured cock-guards that made me stare. Huge! Giant things as big as the warhead of an artillery round! The cock that fits that would be long as a salami and thick as an arm! I gulped. Can that be true?
The Hall of the Giant Cocks led to a vast hall where the ceiling had to be three stories high. Carved granite columns disappeared into the darkness above and three long banquet tables stretched from one end of the hall to the other probably 20 yards. At each place at the tables — must have been hundreds — a huge high-backed chair of carved hardwood waited for the diners. They sat us at the end of one of the tables and brought out plates and goblets. Gold-colored metal.
I turned to Payne. Jeez do you think this is–
— I bet it is.
God solid gold plates! They brought out food and after a couple bites of the meat — venison! Delicious! With a mushroom sauce.
As we ate I looked at the carvings on the chair next to me. A dragon snaked around the heavy oak frame around warriors in battle with monstrous characters and all were nude. Cocks and balls carefully carved into the wood. Female figures too wound throughout the carvings. Not as many. One or two.
They served us a golden liquid. Beer. Traditional Scandinavian drink.
But what beer! I took a big gulp and it burned going down but it hit my belly like a lightning bolt! I looked at Payne who looked back as he set down his goblet. God this is either the strongest beer I ever tasted or they have funny-tasting vodka!
We had nothing else to drink and we were thirsty.
By the end of the meal I was drunk out of my mind. When the serving girls came in to take away the plates I grabbed one of them and pulled her onto my lap. When I kissed her I expected her to struggle but she didn t. She returned the kiss. Well all right!
I glanced over and Lt. Payne drunk too had a girl in his arms also in a passionate kiss. My thinking was getting fuzzy: We re fuckin up! But I was too drunk to care.
Two more women sat in the chairs on either side of me and both started kissing me. In Soldier Heaven I turned from one babe to the other kissing each with good old American skill. The Swedish women were hot soon smooching me into a near-swoon of kissing fondling and lust.
Sometimes I would feel one woman get up and her place taken by another before I turned back to kiss her. Americans must be a rare treat up her. C mon girls get your kisses while you can!
One of the women though gave me a kiss that curled my hair. A powerful kiss meaningful all-out! It spread trails of fire over my face. God what a babe! She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I dueled with it. Damn she s hot! Never kissed such a horny bitch! She really had me going!
About then her hand groped in my crotch driving me crazy! She unzipped me pulled out my throbbing cock and started jacking me off under the table! I couldn t believe it!
She really knew how to do it and had me roaring toward an orgasm in no time. A Swedish barracks whore? Right there in the great hall she had me stiffened out in my chair my legs spread and tensed under the table as she jacked me past the point of no return.
Still in that fiery kiss and about to climax I reached between her legs felt her thigh and moved up to her crotch. By then I was panting so hard I had to break the kiss to get some oxygen! As I moved my mouth away my chin rubbed against hers and her skin was scratchy — beard stubble! At that instant my hand reached her crotch — the bulge of a cock!!
A man! I m kissing a man!!
But it was too late! My orgasm swept over me and helpless quivering shuddering in my big wooden chair my jizz spouted out in hard violent spurts. The very idea of such an evil perverted taboo situation fried my brain the orgasm a real scorcher.
When I finally came to I looked over at her. Seated beside me was DrakeskГіld! And he was smiling. He brought his hand up from under the table and big gobs of white sperm covered his knuckles and ran down his fingers. Still smiling he stuck out his tongue and licked it up.
What in hell are you doing? I gasped but I knew I was dead in the water. This man had just given me the hottest kiss I ever had he jacked me off and I came for him.
He looked into my eyes. Did you like it? You tell the truth now. I could feel the vibrations from that deep voice clear down to my balls.
No goddamn it! You surprised me!
Still he smiled. Tell the truth. You know the truth. Say it.
He had me. My jizz dripped from his hand and I could still taste his kiss. Yeah. I liked it. My voice was a whisper.
With that he pulled me to him and brought his face close to mine going for me again.
No goddamn it I m straight! But the words were a squeak and his lips were close. He pressed them against mine gently. An invitation.
I gave in. I opened my mouth and again our tongues rubbed each other. I can t believe this! I m kissing a MAN!
But what a kisser that guy was! I bet he fucks every woman he kisses.
And that thought hit me like a bowling ball. No! This is just fooling around! I m straight!! Blackwelder s words echoed in my head: A cock through your asshole turns you queer. This is just a kiss! His cock is not going into my asshole!
But I couldn t break that kiss. He was communicating to me. Man to man. Male to male. Without words. Just feelings. Just the pure electricity of lust between us. The glory of male conquest. We understood each other.
Something more: he knew me — better than I knew myself and suddenly I was uneasy at a disadvantage. He was holding and kissing me and I was letting him. Not the other way around. I was surrendering he was conquering.
Finally he released me — his lips moved away from mine and I opened my eyes. He stood up took my hand and pulled me out of my chair.
I looked him over. Up close DrakeskГіld was a giant — muscular broad-shouldered and masculine. I m 6 4 so he stood at least 6 6 . The green fatigues made him look like a warrior-hero.
Thick blond hair. Piercing blue eyes under bushy yellow eyebrows. Square jaw with a golden five o clock shadow (that scratched my chin in the kiss). Handsome face. A real nobleman.
He was familiar somehow and that didn t make sense. Before the war I had never been out of Ohio. It was eerie. I couldn t place him but that face was familiar!
Probably nothing. Looks like somebody else. Like a picture I saw in a book some foreign general in England.
Now I take you to clean up. We go to the sauna.
I wanted to say something about the kiss. That I was sorry. That I was surprised. That it wasn t our way. Something like that. What came out was Aren t you supposed to shower before you go in the sauna?
He motioned for me to follow him down another hall. First the good smells. Then the wash-off. GÐ“Ò med pÐ“Ò jag — Come with me.
I left Lt. Payne still dallying with serving girls and followed DrakeskГіld down another hallway of silver gold black and brass suits of armor. More huge cock-covers. I slowed to stare at one and DrakeskГіld chuckled. You like the big jГ¤rnsuspensoar the big — how you say iron jockstrap ? I think in English is a codpiece nej?
He smiled and added For the big man.
I wished I wasn t drunk. Things were unravelling.
After a long trek DrakeskГіld opened a door and we entered what looked like a locker room with no lockers. A long bench went the length of the room but the walls held only several dozen pegs and on a few of them hung men s clothing. Here we take off the clothes.
This isn t what I want right now. I m too drunk too horny and things are slipping out of control. But DrakeskГіld stood looking at me. Nervous I unbuckled my belt. You re not going to join me?
I come soon. Still he stood watching and I felt sheepish. Shy. Like a little boy forced to pull down his pants before being switched by the school principal.
And that pissed me off. Why in hell do I feel like this? I m not a little boy I m a MAN!
But my face hot with embarrassment I pulled off my boots and shucked down my pants. When I hung my shirt on the peg I stood before him in my white Army boxers and alarm bells sounded in my head. With your clothes off how much more helpless can you get?
Hey stark naked I can still kick the ass of anybody who comes after me!
DrakeskГіld looked at me without expression. Also the underklГ¤der. I must have looked desperate because he tossed me a small towel. When I stripped down completely naked — Damn! – my traitorous pecker was in full cold-weather Retract about two inches long. I hurriedly wrapped the towel around my hips.
He led me to another door — and the most fabulous sauna bath I had ever seen. Huge. A room big as my house. Two walls entirely of glass and a gorgeous view beyond — a snow-covered courtyard about the size of a baseball diamond the high castle wall and the mountains in the distance. Wooden benches of smooth hardwood slats lined two walls in three tiers. Everything deeply carved in Nordic Viking themes except the smooth seats of the benches.
In the center of the room a brick charcoal-furnace radiated the heat. As I walked in a man lifted a dipper from a bucket near it and poured something — birch-water I figured — onto the furnace making a fragrant cloud of steam.
A dozen men sat on the benches. Big men. Some taller some shorter than I but all very powerful heavily muscled. All blond. All hairy.
Hairy chests everywhere. Hairy arms. Hairy legs. I m not the hairy type — I m smooth — and I felt even more naked among all that golden fur.
Also the only one with a towel around the waist — but I had just shown a two-incher in the changing room and every man in the sauna could out-cock me even if I were full-hard! Every cock I glanced at was soft but every single one was a thick snake that sagged between the man s legs for a good seven to nine inches! No way was that towel coming off my hips.
I moved to take a seat on the nearest bench in strategic retreat. Again I felt like a little boy. How in hell can that be? I m 6 4 250 pounds and I can kick anybody s ass!
Then show them your cock.
Yeah. Right.
I sat dutifully on the bench wishing I were somewhere else wondering how long I had to stay — how soon I could leave without being rude. I remembered that DrakeskГіld said he would come soon. Damn. I have to wait for him.
No one said anything to me. No one even looked at me. Huge men. A Viking football team!
After about 10 minutes DrakeskГіld walked in wearing a light gauzy dressing gown — colored mottled green and brown.
I gasped. The prince!!
He was not naked. He wore a small towel like mine around his hips. He walked past me and lay back on the wooden bench.
Huge broad shoulders glistening with sweat shiny like pale patent leather. Viking chest jutting pecs like the turrets of the castle. Gigantic nipples in dark circles maybe four inches across sticking out like hard raisins. I shook my head. Damn these thoughts! Stop looking!
Drops of his sweat hung and dribbled through the dense mat of coarse gold over his great body. I licked my lips. Could not tear my eyes away. And as I looked he moved his wrist slightly and the towel slipped from his hips.
Oh . . . my . . . God!
A dragon!
I swear to god it looked like a big medieval battering-ram with a carved dragon-headed tip. God what a cock! I couldn t believe it. His cockhead actually had spikes jutting out from the edges making a flaring jagged carapace like a dinosaur and the head had grooves and lines sculpting it into the snout of a reptile.
Once I could think clearly I realized it was a masterpiece of piercing and self-mutilation. Incredible. The biggest cock I ever saw. Has to be three inches across! Gripping it with both hands would still leave space above and below! Gnarly and bumpy with veins and tubes it looked like a carved oak branch with Nordic runes tattooed all over it. And that unbelievable dragon s head.
He saw me staring and sat up. He smiled. A tradition in my family for centuries. The family name DrakeskГіld means Dragonshield. He reached down to it. They did this on my 18th birthday. When I become a man.
He fingered the jutting points around the edge of his cockhead. Small chips of granite from the castle. Boiled for three days. They insert under the skin. He gave me a wry expression. It hurt I tell you. But I don t feel them anymore. He touched the bumps forming the dragon s eyes and the sculpted snout. Cuts they make with a 900-year-old dagger. That hurt even worse. I bled for days. A long time ago nej?
I realized my mouth hung open and I shut it with a snap. His mouth turned up in a little smile. You like what you see?
Never seen anything like it.
He stood up and walked toward me bringing the incredible thing closer. You like to touch it? His voice was like pulling a black velvet cloth across the strings of a cello.
I could smell him. Sweat. Dirt. Gunpowder. Leather. And something else something deeper more powerful — his musk. The scent of male. Couldn t describe it all — crotch odor the smell of his scrotum heady aroma of sperm other intoxicating fumes. The indescribable smells more powerful than the ones I recognized.
Breathing harder aroused my mind buzzed: What in hell is going on? Why am I so hot? I haven t done anything yet! The word echoed in my head: yet.
Now wait a minute! That is a man s cock! I am not going to touch another man s cock!
But I m in a foreign country and they have strange foreign ways. I m a guest in his castle. The other men aren t looking. In fact they had been slowly leaving the sauna.
And after all that cock is a strange wondrous thing. It s not sexual if I just touch it. Still I knew I shouldn t and I fought against it — Yeah right. You re fighting like a butterfly!
Only about four men still remained in the sauna. I took a breath and reached out. Incredible. The spikes of the carapace were hard like bone. The brows over the eyes were hard and leathery.
DrakeskГіld placed his hand over mine and pulled it down over his cockshaft where he squeezed it to make me grip. Damn! Gripping a steam-pipe! It burned my hand!
His fist still over mine he moved it up and down — hey wait a minute no way am I going to jack him off! — and as I did it swelled into a full hardon. The dragon cockhead flared huge red and glowing the spikes of its carapace erect jutting out into the air.
My god. I didn t really mean to say that it just slipped out.
He chuckled. A sight in the castle tour I do not get to show very often nej?
He released my hand and I let go. That thing is a bar of molten iron! How can human skin get so hot? I expected to see blisters in my palm but it looked perfectly normal and healthy: the heat was all in my head. Imagination. Horniness.
Damn this is scary! What is he doing with my mind?? A glance down showed the towel over my hips jutting out in a tent and I could hardly catch my breath. How fucking embarrassing!
Ja I see you have something to show too. You let us see nej? Before I could stop him DrakeskГіld gripped my towel and pulled it away.
Oh fuck! Full-on rock-hard standing-up erection. My face burned hot as I looked up with a stupid grin. His face was serious. Ja this is a good one and his words cut through my embarrassment making me oddly proud.
He reached down and grabbed me. Oh shit now wait a minute! That is sexual! His hand around my cock was an iron glove from a suit of armor red-hot from a blacksmith s forge. A thrilling sensation. Lighting a fuse. I looked around the room to see what the others thought but we were alone.
He began to stroke me and when his other hand groped my balls bobbling them between his fingers I couldn t stop myself — my head rolled back I clenched my eyes shut and I came! Agh! God! A big jet of semen spurted out falling back over his hand.
KГЎt pojke! A — how you say — horny boy! So soon with the sperma over my hand.
Damn! The heat of the sauna and the fire of his hand while I stared at his supernatural cock shot me into a climax that left me weak panting as if I d run around the castle wall. As I looked up at him he slowly raised his hand to his mouth and again slurped my jizz from his knuckles.
He moved still closer and the dragonhead flared angrily closer to my face. On the attack. With a sudden lurch he jerked his hips toward me and the giant cock mashed into my face!
Mashed into my face. My face pressed into his huge pecker!
Don t know what happened. Flashes of dreams flickered in my head and something triggered. Out of control I had another orgasm! My cock sputtered out still more white lines of jizz and in the fever of the climax my body disobeyed my will: my mouth opened over the big thing and I sucked it in. The knobs of the carapace scraped over my teeth as they passed by.
It hit me: I m a cocksucker. My head in another man s crotch his cock in my drooling mouth there was no denying it.
What the hell I might as well enjoy it.
So I did. I inhaled deep. He was right: first the good smells. His scent gave me a rush spreading fire across my face.
No way could I get the dragon s head down my throat but I slathered my tongue over and around it while I jacked him off — with both hands. Incredible. Historical. Like sucking an ancient cock. The smell of sperm from a bloodline a thousand years old! Instead of ashamed I felt . . . honored!
I knew humiliation would come later when I sobered up. But for the moment I was in an older more primitive world.
Suga jag! His voice low and lusty. Suck me. He ran his fingers through my hair. My Amerikanen hyndan.
I wondered what a hyndan was but about then his cock swelled to what felt like a church-steeple in my mouth and his heels dug into the floor. A big gush of jizz flooded my mouth and spurted from the sides. I gulped and swallowed but for as much as I got down huge waves of the sticky white slime pulsed out over my chin and splashed down to my lap. Incredible! Horses don t come this much!
Something else: the powerful stuff seared my taste buds. Overwhelming! A burning meaty profoundly male flavor — the taste of raw meat strong beer musk-ox balls and physical combat! Jesus Christ! Is this what sperm tastes like?? The heady tang of his cum drove me into still another orgasm! I flailed helplessly in ecstasy without even touching myself! I strained to understand but could not grasp how I had climaxed four times in less than a half-hour!
Powers beyond my understanding! Out of my control! I was scared. What in hell is happening?
When he surged his last gob of cum down my throat he pulled back that wonderful cock leaving me in a warm afterglow. He looked down at me like a cowboy who just broke a pony. Ach ja du er min hyndan.
What does that mean? Still he s smiling so it must be good. I wiped his jizz from my chin and like he had done with mine I slurped his sperm from my knuckles.
With that he brought his face down to mine and kissed me and what a kiss! We connected at the mouth welded together like steel statues like warships docking with steel clamps and as our mouths fused together I felt his soul his mind his body. He was a MAN! A stallion more powerful than anyone I ever knew. A male with centuries of command conquest raids and slaughter inside him a bull whose ancient balls had impregnated whole continents!
The kiss powered out the worries and doubts in my brain. My out-of-control orgasms bothered me. His lips on mine made me understand my body could respond to his remote-control.
Submitting to him bothered me. His kiss forced me to admit: it was okay! Every bolt must have a nut. Every nail must punch a hole. Some men are nails some are holes.
The great discovery — which capsized me — was that holes get more pleasure than the nails! DrakenskГіld s cock reaming my ass brought me unthinkable pleasure through my asshole and on the other side of my crotch his fucking also pleasured my cock!
Oh my god. I am a hole! He was the kisser and I was the kissee so it seemed natural for him to lower me back to lie on the bench still locked against his mouth as he positioned his body over me.
What have I gotten myself into? When he broke the kiss and pulled back to look down on me again I felt inferior — like a peasant a serf. He was a grown man a baron! A war-chief! A taker of slaves! I was just some kid from Ohio.
When he reached down and grasped my thighs spreading my legs and raising them it seemed natural taking what was his by right of conquest. At first I did not resist lying on my back feet in the air my asshole open to all the world.
Then it hit me and words from the past screamed in my brain: Once a male gets his cock through your asshole you re fucked! And you can never go back! You turn into a queer. You re hot for it from then on!
NO! I ain t no queer! I shoved him away and wrenched to the side falling off the bench onto the sauna floor. He grabbed my arms but I slipped out and struggled to my knees getting a grip around his waist. He threw himself against me forcing me back and as I lost balance I gripped harder. As he fell over me I found myself once again with his huge cock at my face.
He tried to wrap his legs around me but I reached down to seize them. I slipped and his throbbing cock mashed against my face. Oh no!
My face pressed against the huge pecker!
Even as I struggled against him I felt my balls go into an orgasm and under its control I loosened my grip on him opened my mouth and sucked his demonic cockhead again. I looked up and the bastard smiled as his body took over mine.
The male power in that mighty cock sent vibrations through me electrocuting my brain almost buzzing in my mouth with power. The message sank into my bones: It is my duty to suck his cock to spread my legs for him to let him do his will on me!
Almost as if watching myself in a movie I saw him kneel over my face as I lay on the floor lurching his hips fucking my face. My hands slowly released my grip on him and he reached back to pull my legs up behind him doubling me up until my ass was in the air still lunging that magnificent thing in and out. I was powerless his remote-control toy.
With a sudden movement he yanked his cock out of my mouth jumped away and rolled my legs over my head looping me into a donut with my feet almost touching the floor. My hard dong aimed down at my mouth.
I couldn t believe what he had done to me — God I can suck my own cock! My asshole aimed at the sky open for his pleasure. He s got me. Beat me in a fair fight. Out-maled me. I opened my mouth and sucked my own cock licking at my own drool of pre-cum.
I was conquered. He s got me cocksucking myself! He s the man. His legs straddled my shoulders and his hips lowered till his balls dangled above my face. I shivered when his cockhead swiped up and down my ass-crack. Damn him he s teasing me. Tantalizing.
I had to admit it: I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to take me. But he tortured me. Tickling my winking clenching asshole. Titillating. Reducing me to a panting broken softened piece of meat open eager anxious for him to do whatever he wanted with me. C mon! Do it! The hoarse gasp of a slave staring up at his master s balls.
He reached over pulled a bottle from under the bench squeezed out something into his hand and swiped it over my asshole. Lube! Yes!! Yes do it! Lube me up! Panting so hard I could hardly talk. Stick that big thing in me! Take me!! Do it! FUCK ME!!
DrakeskГіld was powerful in command and I was helpless. And knowing that made me hot insane mindless with lust. As he stood over my pretzeled body sliding his fabulous prick up and down my aching craving bum I lost any shred of competition any hope of winning — and something inside me snapped.
I was his servant his body-slave his worshipper.
Please please! Take me! I ve got to have it! Use me!! Desperate I slid my hips after his lazily wandering cock trying to lurch against it — and finally I succeeded. I lodged my asshole against the dragon s head and he pressed it against me lowering himself onto my doubled-up body.
But a mortar shell went off in my ass and I screamed! Folded over all the muscles of my body were taut unaccustomed to the strange position and I hurt all over. My body was in agony.
But my poor stretched asshole was ON FIRE! He s cramming a pineapple down my ass! Tears ran down my cheeks and both hands clawed helplessly at the floor. I screamed in agony! A giant bayonet stabbed down into my ass!
It felt like hours. I had long since decided hell no I don t want his cock in me the deal is off no way am I interested in a man s cock in my ass. But he had me abso-fucking-lutely helpless.
The big Viking had me in the one position no man should get into. My own cock shriveled with the pain dangled pitifully against my mouth my feet bounced against the floor past my head my arms lay powerless against the floor and my asshole was at the mercy of a dragon.
Totally helpless. Conquered. Subdued in every possible way. He can t get it all in me. He ll tear me open. It hurt so bad I knew I would not leave the room alive. But I ll die knowing I m not queer.
But gradually in tiny searing-hot degrees and in screaming torture my asshole stretched out to impossible size and the huge cockhead forced itself inside! The battering ram blasted through my tight city gate. At the end my ass gave way almost with a pop and — miracle of miracles — the pain lessened.
Once the dragonhead nestled fully inside I gasped with relief — the pain went from a death-agony to mere torture. I opened my eyes and looked up. He stood above me magnificent heroic sweat dripping from his muscles holding himself still and I realized he paused so his new bitch could adjust to his size.
His new bitch ? Can that be true? No! Hell no I m nobody s bitch!
After a few minutes he pushed in a few more inches again letting me appreciate and stretch to his size. It hurt. Damn it hurt but not as bad as when he first attacked my tight hole. Once the dragon was inside nothing hurt as much.
Ja I knew this he grunted you are to this born the natural bГ¶g — the homo nej?. Ta min kuk –Take my cock. He thrust in a few more inches. Ach ja min hyndan.
Hyndan again. What does that mean?
The dragon s head invaded my guts but every muscle every bone in my body burned and ached. In a way I was glad. This hurts like hell. No way do I crave this. I m no queer–I m being raped! Blackwelder was full of shit. When I get out of this any curiosity about men is gone!
I had to admire DrakeskГіld s muscular control. Doubled up like a pretzel all I could to do was lie there and look up at his golden scrotum but he stood over me knees bent holding himself still and I knew how his leg muscles had to be burning. I was glad he had such control that he did not fall on me and sink that huge harpoon into me in a single stroke!
What a view. His balls were like hot lightbulbs over my face and from time to time I saw his gold-encircled asshole. Magnificent!
Gradually my asshole relaxed still more and as he slid in a few more inches I no longer felt a stabbing agony just discomfort. I watched him give me another stab then another and another. I am in you American soldier. Till testikel — to the balls nej?
I said nothing. I just wanted it to be over.
He pulled back and the giant cock retreated slowly sensually slick and slimy with lube and my juices and I had visions of his flaring dragon cockhead opening like an umbrella inside my guts ripping me apart. This is it!! Now I m going to die! I saw the truth! DrakeskГіld is a Nazi! He s going to kill me with his cock. Shred my intestines!
But my asshole stretched tighter than a trip-wire glowed hot and super-sensitive and the ribs and veins of his totem-pole cock passing over it sent strange powerful thrills through me. Pleasure! Terrible earthquake pleasure! A pleasure too much to bear!
He stopped just short of pulling the flaring horns back through my tortured hole and when he started the in-jab again instead of pain and torture I felt wonderful glorious!
Ecstasy swept over me so strong it took my breath away and I closed my eyes. God what a feeling! Something bumped against my lips and I opened my eyes. My cock hard as steel nudging against my mouth. I sucked it in guzzling licking insane with lust.
DrakeskГіld began lunging up and down in and out of me in regular fuck-strokes and my eyes closed in ecstasy. The hot masculine music of his heavy breathing droned in my head like an African work-chant. What endurance! He had to bend his knees almost to a squat with every stroke then stand up again. What a man!
Ja you are wanting this min hyndan he croaked You want min kuk in your ass. You have the rГ¶vhГÒl — the tight ass-hole nej? He fucked me like a nobleman. Not in short jerking guttersnipe jabs but in long slow tantalizing lunges letting me feel every thrill in slow motion as his magnificent cock slid over and sizzled every nerve in my guts — sealing me his slave.
Never felt so wonderful. When DrakeskГіld came down the home stretch he let out a long low moan. Ach Gott ta min kuksГÒs du sprutluder! and he came. I could feel it. Gigantic globs of heat shot down inside me filling me. I didn t know what he said but the meaning was universal — take my jizz you cum-slut!
That did it for me. I went nuts. My own cock exploded in my mouth and the biggest ejaculation of my life almost drowned me in my own sperm. I was on fire. My jizz tasted different from his. Younger. Thinner.
It went on forever! I don t know how he did it but he held me suspended in orgasm for what felt like 20 minutes! I may have been drunk hypnotized or both but I know that was the longest orgasm of my life!
I didn t know if he spermed in me all that time but rivers of slime surged out of my poor asshole and rivulets of it ran down over my balls and cock onto my face. All I knew was that through some Nordic magic he kept me in a state of ecstasy so long I almost went insane!
When it was all over I knew I would be sore for a week and wondered if I would ever stand up straight again. My head though had gone through the greatest gymnastics: DrakeskГіld s giant cock plugged into my body had turned me into a glowing furnace and all my old notions of manhood evaporated in a psst! of Swedish manpower.
When he finally withdrew his dragon cockhead gave me one last jolt of pleasure as it flared my asshole on the way out. DrakeskГіld sank to his knees on the sauna floor then rolled onto his side.
Slowly achingly I unrolled myself my drooling cock leaving snail-tracks down my chin and over my chest and when I lay straight on the floor I rolled over to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me again calming all my doubts with the power of his mouth and his arms.
As we lay and nuzzled I murmured What s a hyndan?
He chuckled. A bitch. Are you my bitch?
I thought about it. The kiss — not to mention the cum running out of my asshole — washed away all my old concepts. Yeah . . . yeah I m your bitch.
We rested for a while then We best get up now. Not too good to stay too long in sauna.
Ain t it the truth?
I stood up weak-kneed and trembling and stumbled naked out the door after him. He walked me down still another hall to a bedroom and for as much as I hoped he would join me in the big four-poster he said goodnight and left.
Alone in the giant bed I fell asleep out-cold through the rest of the day and that night not waking until sunrise the next day. That morning I was so sore I could hardly move. My stretched tender asshole made even walking a real effort.
My uniform lay folded over a chair cleaned and pressed with my polished boots on the floor beside it. I dressed myself and walked down the hallway to the great hall admiring the armored codpieces along the way.
I walked slowly. Not only did my muscles and joints ache my asshole was sore and stretched so bad when I clenched it inside my underwear instead of a quick snap it was a long movement like a cargo-loader tightening the strap around a pile of logs. Oh god I ll never be the same!
I saw Lt. Payne ahead of me walking slowly and gingerly. As if something was very sore. DrakeskГіld had been gone from me the entire time — a day and a night. Perhaps Payne s pace showed where he had spent his time.
DrakeskГіld waited for us in the great hall. He was alone and his face was serious. Sverige is the neutral nation. By all the rights I should place you in internment camp until end of the war.
Well it could be worse. I could be lying in a snowbank dead.
But we are not for the Nazi Tysken. Better you go back to fight again. He handed Payne a stack of papers. Here you find Sverige pass for both of you and identitetspapper. From now on you are farm laborers. He smiled at me. Your papers say you are the deaf-mute. You do not talk. Better so.
He pointed at two piles of clothing on the table. You wear the Sverige clothes. No more the Amerikanen armГ© likformig nej?
Payne s voice was very low: Let me see it. Just once more.
DrakeskГіld chuckled. He pulled open his pants and the glorious dragon sprang out. Hard and ready. Lt. Payne looked over at me and as our eyes met we knew. We were his bitches.
DrakeskГіld s voice rumbled clear down to my balls: Make you both ready on the table!
Without a word Payne and I stripped. Naked we lay back on the big banquet table raised our legs spread them and offered our eager assholes to the master and his fire-breathing cock.
He went first for Payne the leader and as the giant dong sank into the lieutenant s ass Payne stiffened and his hand reached out to clasp mine.
We held hands as DrakeskГіld fucked him a magnificent sight. My cock drooled a mass of pre-cum slime all over my belly as I watched.
DrakeskГіld was truly a master of intercourse. He moved in varying rhythms in changing angles in straight shots one moment and rolling hip-swiveling lunges the next turning Payne into putty a mindless heavy-breathing wallowing ring of meat around DrakeskГіld s plunging cock.
Again I saw the magic. The big Viking could actually draw multiple orgasms from a male partner. I saw Payne ejaculate no fewer than three times before the baron let out a groan and Swedish cum spurted from the edges of Payne s stretched asshole.
Still more magic: when DrakeskГіld withdrew from Payne s grateful worshipful ass he was still hard! He turned to me immediately and drawing a scream of both pain-agony and pleasure-joy from me he sank the vicious head into my ass and repeated the incredible performance he had done on my panting exhausted companion.
When he finally pulled back and his dragon s breath again leaked out from me in rivers he smiled down at us. Now you get dressed in the Sverige clothing nej?
As we got dressed I tried to clench my asshole shut. I wanted to keep his jizz inside me. I wanted to soak it up. Absorb it. Have it fuse into my bones. I wanted to be like him.
He handed Payne another set of papers. Train tickets to Stockholm. There you take the ship Gotheborg II to Portugal. From there you go back to America ja?
I couldn t help myself. While he talked to Payne I dropped to my knees and took his wonderful cock into my mouth. I loved the smell. I loved the taste. I loved the impossible size of it. I knew I would never see it again and I knew it had ruined me forever — every cock for the rest of my life would be almost as big as nearly as good as a poor substitute for or nothing like the incredible organ that taught me all about myself in a Swedish castle.
He pulled me to my feet and he kissed us both on the mouth. Then he left the room. Castle attendants took us out to a car that carried us to the nearest town (a two-hour drive).
There we took a train to Stockholm. In our compartment we spoke about DrakeskГіld. Incredible man.
Yes sir. I ve never cummed like that.
We looked at each other. Together we undid our belt-buckles and pulled open our pants. Since he outranked me the lieutenant was first — he sank his cock into me the second man to fuck me. I did him next.
When we finished he smiled sadly. Not his equal.
I nodded. He ruined us for anything less.
Yeah.
We arrived in Stockholm without incident a few days later. We boarded the Gotheborg II again with no problems and from there our trip to Portugal and back the USA was uneventful compared to what had already happened to us. I have often thought about how much more earth-shaking was my experience in Sweden than the little explosion I set in Norway.
We fucked each other all the way back to the USA trying to get as close as we could to the Ultimate. Always failing.
We didn t get back to America until late 1945 and WW II was over. After long debriefings the Army sent Payne and me in different directions. Never saw him again.
I spent the rest of my life trying to find a man who could fuck me as well as a Swedish Viking.
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