Conan the Conquered Part 3 The rich stranger stopped as if ..

Conan the Conquered Part 3 The rich stranger stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He pulled his hand out from under Conan’s animal skin vest, “ you are not a serpent pilgrims in town for the sacrifice tomorrow are you? You surely do not dress or even build like one.” “No, I hate this Serpent cult and their monster of a king,” Conan roared in anger. “Good, but it is not safe to be too vocal against them and King Thulsa,” the older man tried to quit the muscular barbarian. He returned his hand under Conan’s vest and stroked the curvature of the muscular warrior’s lower back as they continued walking. “Just the other night, those fanatics raided and burned the temple of Thot Amun. They killed the priests and took the temple’s boy whores to be sacrificed to their serpent god tomorrow. What a waste,” the man whispered as they approached a large richly decorated house. “Even a man of my means is made to hide his true devotion.” It was obvious to Conan that this was the man’s home, as the thick bronze doors were opened by a nude slave. Conan never saw such a house. It was large and richly decorated. The house was divided into two selections, one selection arranged around the large former Atrium with a small pool in the center of the room. The other selection was arranged around an open air garden, lined with columns and beautiful nude statues of warriors. Sounds of birds and flowing water filled the entire house. Two naked male slaves, adorned with gold jewelry around their flawless necks, waist, wrists, and ankles, rushed to their master and removed his cloak. “Would you like a bath, my friend,” the man asked as he ran his hands into Conan’s vest, feeling the huge slabs of his chest. “Yes,” Conan replied in surprise that there was a bathing pool inside the house. Conan had bathed the night before in a stream a couple of miles outside the capital’s walls. The man watched as his slaves led the awestruck barbarian toward the bathing pool. He once more admired the powerful thick legs as Conan was led away from him. Conan was resistant at first as the slaves tried to remove his sword and weapons, but seeing the steam rising from the warm large pool he grew relaxed. The slave’s gently removed Conan’s fur boots, vest and finally his loincloth before guiding him down the steps into the hot bath. He had never experienced a hot bath before. The water felt so good on his massive muscles. Conan groaned as the slaves began to wash him, soaping up his powerful body. The slave boys were beautiful and he wanted to fuck each of them. Their hands were scrubbing and stroking every part of his body, driving the barbarian mad in lust. He grabbed at the slaves. Their bodies were lean and wet as they giggled and wriggled out of his powerful arms. “Come here, my little fishies,” he laughed in his deep masculine voice. He finally grabbed hold of the tallest of the slaves, a boy with curly blond hair and a chisel lean body. Bending the boy forward in his huge arms, he pushed his thick cock between the smooth bubble ass cheeks. The boy moaned and squirmed in his powerful embrace. The boy pussy felt so good around Conan’s cock as he thrusted hard into the boy. It was then that Conan noticed the house owner laying by the pool on a dining couch. The man’s robes were spread open revealing a hard, thick cock. Conan pulled out of the boy and walked toward the steps leading out of the pool. Water dripped over his massive sculpted muscles as he walked out of the water and toward the dining couches. The man smiled at him and opened his robes more. The great and powerful Conan knelt before the man and took the cock into his mouth. Conan was rewarded with moans from the older man. The man grabbed Conan’s long hair and began to fuck his mouth. Conan gagged and coughed over the cock but didn’t stop serving it. He didn’t stop bobbing his head on and off the cock until the man pulled him away by his hair. The old man stood up and patted on the silk covered couch for Conan to bend over it. Obediently getting into position, Conan bent over the gold couch and spread his massive tree thunk size legs. The man snapped his fingers and a slave ran to him with a jag. Pushing his hands into the jag he scoop up a generous amount of clear gel-like substance and smear it on Conan’s tight, hairless hole. The man then grabbed Conan’s powerful muscular waist and roughly pushed into him. Conan cried out in pleasure as the cock penetrated his tight canal. His entire body was on fire as waves of pleasure coursed through him. As the man fucked him, Conan’s eyes rolled back into his head. Images, caused by the drug like gel, filled his lust crazed mind. Images of him killing Thulsa, of Conan sitting on the Throne, of Conan conquering and being hailed as the Conqueror filled his mind. There were also images of the ancient sorcerer fucking him, breeding him, that sent the powerful barbarian over the edge. He howled and thrusted backwards against the man, wanting more. The older man had to grab Conan's long mane as he pounded the savage warrior’s hole. It was like riding a wild beast, a lust crazed beast. Finally Conan came hard, shooting his thick white load over the bright silk pillows. The power of Conan’s ass gripped and spasmed around the man’s cock, like a vice, causing the man to cum deep and hard inside Conan. Across the great city, in his tower, the sorcerer walked across the marble floors to a clear pool of water. Two tall muscular younger men lounge naked by the pool edge looking into the magical water. The sorcerer looked down at the image of Conan getting fucked by the wealthy merchant. He smiled as he watched the huge muscular Conan take the cock like a wild beast in heat. The sorcerer ran his hand through the hair of one of the warriors who lounged by the pool. The sorcerer was pleased as everything in his plans was falling into place. The fabulous rich merchant would be a major backer of the new regime when Conan took power. The two exquisite warriors who was naked before him were officers in the palace guard and would ensured Conan would be hailed as king upon Thulsa assassination. The two guards looked up at him in mindless obedience as he stroked their firm chisel jawlines. The sorcerer walked back across the floor and looked out into the night from his balcony. The city was ablaze with light at the late hour as its thousands of people continued their lives even in the dark of night. In the center of the city, laminated by hundreds of touches was the Great pyramid temple. Tomorrow, his beloved temple to the Sun god, will be re-dedicated to the Serpent god and hundreds of male slaves would be sacrificed. Thulsa Doom must die tomorrow, the Sorcerer whispered.