from the sweet to the forbidden

eXcessica

Barbarian Tale Two: Journeys Begin by Sabb

eXcessively pleasurable fiction

from the sweet to the forbidden

eXcessica

gay male

historical

SABB

Length: Short Story

Heat Level: eXcess 3

Price: $2.99

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Warnings: This title contains graphic language, nonconsensual, anal and m/m sex.

Konan, the Great Barbarian, was once a young and naïve virgin in the ways of men, though he was always cunning and brave. How he came to grow to be a giant of a man and a great lover of men is a story lost in the ancient past that only he can tell.

Here he tells us of the youthful foolishness and bravery that led him to the place that was the perfect one for him to discover his true nature in. And it was the cure for the injuries he suffered in arriving there that was the cause of his later massive size and strength.

The Great Barbarian, Konan, became who he was because of his own great courage and compassion, not by his simple barbarian birth. And here he tells you that story.

EXCERPT:

I knew instinctively that it was Cedric who had gripped my manhood and milked it for me as I lay between life and death in those first days. I had never thought it was Timon’s thin body that had lain beside me when it felt like a man beside me, rather than a rough haired beast. I will confess that I had since wondered if I had imagined it all, though I longed to feel again that large firm hand encircle me and give me the release I now struggled to get alone.

I could hardly take my eyes from Cedric, and yes, my manhood acknowledged him. I wore a thick, warm, but well-worn robe of Timon’s and was blushingly grateful that my now-stiff rod was hidden as we worked. Or so I thought. For when we were nearly finished with unloading the wagon, Cedric said, “ I see that you are glad I have returned,” and smiled at me.

And I blushed more, much to my embarrassment, but I replied boldly, surprising myself, “Yes, he remembers you. For it was you who relieved him for me in those first days, wasn’t it?”

Cedric looked at me differently. “Yes, my young barbarian, it was I who took Anubis place and lay with you,” he said quietly. “And I who gave you the other also, for at times a young man needs release as much as anything else.”

“I thank you,” I replied, suddenly uncertain of what I wanted to say, knowing I wanted to again feel his firm large hand encircling me and sliding, oh sliding . . .

 

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