Bully-boy
#1 of Bully-boy
When I first arrived at the smithy it was snowing. I was chilled to the bone and shivering as I trudged through the knee high snow. My blood was not used to the ice and snow. We were quickly approaching the long nights and the glow from the forge was my only light as I approached the doorway. Camnus was no where to be found. My heart sank. I had traveled for nearly a month over land and sea. I was exhausted body and soul, the prospect that it was all for nothing was nearly brought me to my knees.
My uncle and Consul, Celdic had pulled strings to get me this interview for my apprenticeship. Not something I was too proud of but this was my last real chance. If I was not accepted under Camnus I would have to serve my Uncle. Not a prospect I relished. I loved my uncle but he was a cold and bitter man. I knew little of my prospective master; he was a skilled artisan and smith. He was unmarried, and nearly a score of years my senior. Mostly I knew him by reputation. Arms and armor produced by his hand were carried by consuls and great thegns.
I had planned to arrive a week earlier to present myself formally to Camnus before our meeting. As it stood, I might have been too late. An unexpected storm at the Crosswise Isles left me stranded for weeks. It had taken all of my remaining money just to get there this late. Meekly I entered the smithy hoping to warm myself on the dying forge. The smithy was large and nearly open to the elements, it was attached to the outside of what I assumed to be Camnus' home. It did provide some protection from the snow.
"Hello?" I called out searching for any sign of life. There was no answer. For a long time I waited, deeply concerned about my apprenticeship, but glad for the temporary warmth. I called out once more to see if anyone was in earshot. If the forge was still burning the ice bear could not have gone too far. Giving up I tried to ring out my wet traveling clothes. They were soaked though and stuck uncomfortably to my fur. Until I could earn enough again they would be my only clothing.
It was several long minutes before I heard any signs of life. The sound of heavy feet crunching through the snow filled the deathly silent smithy. I stood there shivering not exactly knowing what to expect. As it stood I was nearly a week late. Camnus might not have been too pleased to see a soaked and starving bull waiting on his door step.
A string of curses preceded Camnus into the smithy. He was carrying a large box of scrap and obviously having some difficulty with it. Without a thought I ran to his side and grabbed the listing side of the box. With a bit of heaving we got it onto a worktable.
"Thank you for your help boy. What brings you to here at in this ungodly weather?" He said while brushing the snow off of himself. It was then I got my first real look at Camnus as he dusted himself off. He was tall, very tall. His white pelt was caked in a days worth of soot and grime. I noticed quickly his work leathers fit his large frame tighter than he probably hoped.
"My name is Rollan sir. My uncle Celdic sent word to you." I said trying to muster as much confidence as I could.
"You're late bully-boy but no matter. I am not about to turn out a mere babe back into that." He said pointing out into the storm. "Anyone willing to brave that must really want to work."
"Yes sir I do." I said relaxing a bit. "I have learned some of your trade from Orman our blacksmith but I don't want to shoe horses for the rest of my life.
He laughed a full bellied laugh at that. "Boy if you are my apprentice you will beg to be suck at the back end of a horse before the first week."
"Yes sir." I replied, suddenly unsure of my new situation.
"Ignore me Rollan; we can discuss your apprenticeship in the morning. I just have some organizing to do then we can get you settled. I won't have a visitor freezing his tail off in my home, and don't worry. I'll even feed you."
"Thank you, I wish I could offer you something but I am afraid I only have my tools and my clothes left. I had to sell everything else at Crosswise." I said ashamedly. "My clothes may not even last my leathers are soaked."
"Well by God you are soaked boy! Get out of those and I will hang them by my fire to dry."
"Right here sir?" I said looking around the open smithy.
"There isn't any one here but you and me for miles Rollan, and don't call me Sir. I am not old enough to be Sir. He said with a wide grin.
He continued brushing himself off as I began to strip. Soaked down to my under clothes I had to peel my traveling clothes off layer by layer. Trying to keep some sense of modesty I kept my loincloth. Dropping my soggy clothing in a pile I turned to see Camnus beginning to strip as well. Blushing, I quickly turned away mumbling apologies. With my people it was common for boys and young bulls to play in the nude. Once they reached manhood though, things changed.
Amused at my embarrassment Camnus chortled, "I don't have anything you haven't seen before bully-boy. At least I hope so." I could feel his eyes on me as he laughed. "Now if I am going to take you on as an apprentice, at least let me get a proper look at you. Come here boy."
"Like this?" I said doubtfully. I had never heard of a master ask something like this of a prospective apprentice unless he wanted him in his bed.
"Can't have some weakling working for me. You would be more of a danger in here if you can't work iron proper. This is a man's work." As the word man left his lips he shifted his bulging loincloth. A little thrill shot though my body. I felt my cock swell though I still couldn't meet his gaze. Did he really want me? A fat bull better suited to sweating over an anvil than swinging an axe. No woman had ever wanted me. Why would someone like Camnus want me? Slowly I crossed the room over to him, unsure step, after unsure step. I stopped in front of him nearly shaking. I looked up into his eyes and saw only warmth of his smile
"There we go bully-boy, this won't take long." His low voice reassured me. He began by holding my shoulders at arms length. He then ran his hands down my chest and across my belly. I shivered as he touched my sides. He stopped on a scar on my right bicep. "That is from an axe, an ugly one too. Can you even swing a hammer boy?"
It healed well, strong as it ever way. I learned not to boast in front of a drunken thegn. I said trying to laugh, anything to distract me from his strong hands.
"We'll see what you can do tomorrow." He said as he continued checking my body over. He squeezed felt every part of my body above my waist. Several times I caught his eye as he inspected my naked body. Every time he smiled warmly and touched me softly causing me to tremble.
Drudging up some courage I asked. "Have you seen what you need to see?" I asked drudging up some courage. I tried to sound passive but it sounded probably came out more pleading.
"Nearly" He replied with a grunt, as he kneeled down in front of me. His hand grasped my hips tightly and ran down my outer thighs. I almost yelped as his grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart so he could feel up the inside of my legs. I was shaking then. I could feel his hot breath on my manhood. His face was mere inches from my now raging hard meat. I could feel it straining against my tight loincloth. His large paw snaked its way up my thigh until it slipped into the crook of my leg. I could feel my bulge resting on his paw. Very slowly he wrapped his hand around my balls and gave them light squeeze. My whole body stiffened.
"Ooooh..." I tried to keep it, in but the small moan came anyway. Suddenly he was standing again, the same big warm smile on his face as before.
"Pardon my reach. They make em' big where you are from don't they bully-boy." He said almost playfully slapping me on the rump. Before I could even get out a fumbled response he added. "You're what six and a half feet and two fifty pounds?"
"Six seven, and three forty." I replied still embarrassed. I had never measured my manhood before but I knew it was larger than most bulls from playing as a boy. The thought of having someone bring that up chilled me.
"Nothing to be ashamed of boy, a good smith needs to be solid through and through. A big bull like you could do some good work with the right skills." He said restoring my confidence. Patting me on the shoulder he added. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?"
"Even the stubborn old farmers back home don't check their livestock that close. I was beginning to worry about your cold hands." I laughed uncomfortably.
"Nah, not too cold boy, just enough to make sure you are paying attention." He just laughed and pretended to grab my sack again. I flinched and he laughed all the harder.
We talked more about my home and he began to clean up the shop while we spoke. "Just grab that broom bully boy and sweep up and we will be out of here in no time."
Glad for anything that would distract me from the practically naked smith, I swept vigorously. Once or twice a snuck a quick peek. Peeks turned to a glance. Soon I was staring. For the first time I was letting my self really look at him undressed. His fur was matted with soot in odd patches. He looked dirty and rough. Camnus was large, and like all ice bears he carried much of his bulk in his belly. His huge frame helped convey his physical power. I could see his muscles ripple under his layer of bulk.
Our conversation turned to his smithy; his words were lost on me though I couldn't tear my eyes away from his body. His loincloth hung lose, with only a flap in the front. Unlike my tight cloth that tucked under my manhood holding it tight against my body; his merely blocked my prying eyes. Some how it left less to the imagination than if it had been skin tight. As he moved I would occasionally get a fading glimpse of his low hung meat or a look at his round ass as he bent over. Each time a twinge would surge through my groin. I wanted him but I was just too afraid.
I had played the games that boys play friends when no one is looking. Back home I thought nothing of it; all boys played those games at some time or another. This was different. I desired his touch. I wanted to feel his hands on me again. I wanted to feel the weight of his swollen manhood in my hands. I secretly hoped he wanted me too. So secretly I didn't even know it fully yet.
He had to want me though didn't he? The way his hands touched me, the way he stroked my body. He wouldn't ask me to do that if he didn't want me in his bed.
By this time I was fully erect. And Camnus finally took notice. Slowly he walked towards me. I could see he was stiffening under his loose cloth. I stood there silently pleading for his touch again, when all of the air in my lungs escaped as he walked right past me.
"Come on boy I need a bath before supper." He called back over his shoulder. Roughly I adjusted erection before quickly falling in step behind Camnus. I tried not to stare at his bare rump as he led me out back behind his smithy.