Barbarian in a strange land... (Patreon)

You wake up to a screaming man standing over you. He's dressed very strangely and seems to be holding an axe.

"What the fuck man! Put that away!" you yell, startled and now fully awake.

"I don't know what 'man' is but I have challenged you. Fight me!" he screams. 

You've stand up slowly, completely unsure of what's going on or even where you are. All you know is you're outside at the edge of a forest with some screaming gorgeous man brandishing an axe and asking you to fight him.

"I don't understand what's happening... who are you?" you plead.

"I am your worst nightmare!" he yells back.

'I'm not sure about that...' you think to yourself, distracted by the bulging muscles... and other bulges. "This seems kinda like some dreams I've had... or a few movies I've watched, anyways. That's often someone delivering pizza, or helping spot me at the gym or something though..."

"Your clothing and speech are very strange, person. I am intrigued." he seems to be scanning your whole body then he swings his axe at you and strikes you right in the chest. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt but it does seem to push you onto your ass.

'My shirt... it's gone?!', you stare in wonder at your bare chest and arms that are now exposed to the world. The barbarian smiles at you and looks to your right where some weapons lay.

Beside you is a sword, a staff, a knife and a bow. You grab the sword even though you've never held one before in your life, happy for the reach of it and the feel of the weight in your hand.

"I don't know why you're doing this, but I don't want to hurt you.", you plead with the muscled man as he takes another swing at you but misses. You take your chance and swing your sword at his side clipping him and causing him to stumble. His leg wrappings disappear but no wound shows upon his body.

"What the hell is going on here?" you say out loud.

"Fuck around and find out!" he yells back taking another swing.

You parry and dodge as best you can but are struck again, this time on the side of your head. Again there is no pain, just a force backwards and the loss of your jeans this time. 

"What's the point of this?" you say. "Why are we fighting like this?"

"How else will one mate, fool." he replies, looking puzzled.

"Mate?" you think trying to dodge his swings but distracted by the thoughts of mating with him and watching his ample bulge bounce with his movements against his powerful, veiny thighs. He makes contact with you again. You're getting tired and this time your underwear disintegrates exposing your flaccid prick.

"You don't need to do this. I'd be happy to..." you plead with the gorgeous barbarian.

"That doesn't work. This is the way of things." he replies while staring at your flopping cock.

"Fine then," you say as you swing and hit him in the arm with your sword, your cock bouncing freely between your thighs as you move. The armour on his arms disappears as he falls to the side. [continued in nsfw post]