I was on my way to the court of the great Mogul. My father, a prince with little more than his ancient title, was sending me there to further my education and hopefully to improve my station in life. Fortunately I had grown into a very fine looking young man and at nineteen I was going to the Mogul's court to make my way in the world.
No expense had been spared in setting me up so that I would arrive at my destination in a manner appropriate for a young noble of good family. I rode in a palanquin with six bearers, all of them good looking men. My fathers' lands were not particularly large but the men of our land were all well made and strong. We presented a fine sight, with several mules following behind bearing my meagre possessions.
I lay back in the cool shade of my curtained vehicle thinking about my brilliant future while being gently rocked by the steady rhythm of my bearers swaying strides.
It was the second day of my journey, and tonight we would be at the last stop before my destination. I was daydreaming about the court and about the fine men and women there, and I admit tugging at my cock idly during my pleasant thoughts. This happy activity occupied me when I became aware of a sudden jolt and a stagger among my bearers. I frowned at the intrusion, becoming angry when my palanquin stopped moving. I could voices suddenly raised outside, yells and shouts and my palanquin was suddenly dropped unceremoniously to the ground and I lay sprawled in a heap amongst my cushions.
I put my head out between the silken curtains and looked about to see who to abuse for my discomfort. But I immediately pulled my head back inside. What I had seen in that brief glance outside was not good. A great barbarian on horseback had a sword to my chief bearers throat. In the background I had also glimpsed two other semi naked barbarians waving their swords menacingly and shouting after my fleeing bearers, as they ran off into the distance. I found my sword buried among the cushions and grasped it, then pulled the curtain aside.
"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded in my most commanding voice.
There was a sudden silence as everybody looked my way. The huge barbarian with his great rippling muscles glistening in the bright sun, lowered his sword from my bearers throat and slid nimbly from his horse. He strode over to me, his muscles playing with the light as they moved beneath his golden skin. My cock lurched at the sight of him and was making a noticeable statement when he stopped in front of me.
He looked me over in a very insolent manner, running his eyes from my head to my crotch. My sword arm seemed frozen and I was dismayed at my sudden helpless state. Then I gasped open mouthed as the magnificent barbarian laid a huge hand on my chest and pushed me back into my palanquin, where I fell among the cushions as he crawled in between my spread thighs to join me. My sword fell from my hand and slid away as I watched him coming closer.
"I am Konan," my attacker announced as he tore my fine silk pantaloons from my body. He eyed my weapon standing erect hard and throbbing from the mere sight of him and rubbed his huge thumb over my cap and pressed it into my already leaking pisshole. I groaned and trembled, automatically tilting my hips and spreading my legs wider to show him my arsehole.
He laughed at me and leant forward covering my mouth with his. I opened my lips to him almost overwhelmed by his powerful tongue and the masculine musky scent of him. He wrapped a huge strong arm about me and lifted me up to him as he tore my coat off and fastened the fingers of his other hand to a nipple. I bit his lip as he worked the hard lump of dark skin, sending shivers down through me. I had my hands on him as we kissed, running them greedily over the incredibly hard full muscles of his chest and arms. I found his nipples and squeezed them both and then lowered a hand to his loincloth seeking his weapon.
