It was the fantasy I never knew was mine. Tied to a tree in the humid isolation of the Amazon, my cock throbbed with excitement at the scene before me.
My captor, who I knew only as The Stranger, was perhaps the most stunning example of masculinity I'd ever known. His strength was unsurpassable; his passion for me only matched by his violence against all who opposed him.
Before me now was the bridge between these two states of being and my legs weakened at the site and the anticipation of what was to come.
He held in his arms Boi, a teenager of the jungle, painfully stretched out in an unforgiving full nelson. Boy's lanky, muscular frame glistened in the morning sun as sweat poured down his arched chest and pain wracked his chiselled features.
It had been a battle of might. Boi's jungle upbringing pitted him well against The Stranger, a feat I once thought impossible, but my Master's power had proved too much in the end and now Boi suffered helplessly at his mercy.
But I already knew that mercy was not his plan. Savouring the youth's vulnerability, The Stranger moved in closer behind Boi and sucked hard on his neck. Boi groaned, feebly trying to break free still, but The Stranger's mark had been left. A deep love bite, drawn prominently on Boi's exposed neck, visible even from where I watched.
"What should I do with you?" The Stranger purred, glancing up at me to ensure I was still watching.
"Let him go!" I pleaded, but my heart wasn't in it as I waited breathlessly for The Stranger's next move. He read me like a book, his eyes flicking down to my hardened cock, bringing a smile to his lips.
"You like this?" he asked. "Seeing someone so helpless against me? Perhaps I should make him mine, just like you, eh?"
I didn't respond. There was nothing I could say and the lump in my throat would stop any further attempt to speak anyway.
"Ohhhh, yeah!" he purred, and yanked Boi's hands down, twisting them harshly behind his back. Boi gasped, the fight drained from him as The Stranger pressed him down, face first into the ground.
Adjusting his hold to pin Boi's arms behind his back with one hand, The Stranger leaned forward, reaching his right hand around Boi's face. Boi's thrashed in desperation, but The Stranger's palm wrapped firmly around his mouth and nose, pulling Boi's face up and back.
Arched once more, panic spread across Boi's eyes as The Stranger began asphyxiating him. Boi broke a hand free and clawed frenziedly at The Stranger's suffocating palm to no avail.
I watched in morbid fascination as Boi's terror-driven movements became sluggish and his eyes rolled back into his head. The Stranger, sensing Boi slipping into unconsciousness, released both holds and started massaging Boi's moist back.
"Oh, no," he moaned to Boi, "I don't want you dead. Not yet. I want you awake just enough to know what I'm doing to you...."
He rolled the semi-conscious Boi onto his back and began fondling his victims heaving upper body, massaging his chest and nipples like he had to his muscular back. Lifting Boi's arms, The Stranger dropped them above the teen's head, and began moving his moist mouth down Boi's torso.
Boi's body lay there exposed, moaning softly but unable to stop the advance as The Stranger's mouth reached his stomach and continued its descent.
The loincloth flung to one side, I was surprised to see Boi's impressive cock, pulsating and hard, reach up to greet The Stranger's mouth. The view vanished in a moment and a loud moan escaped from Boi's lips in response to The Stranger taking his impressive length completely.
Then all was still, save for the rhythmic rising and falling of The Stranger's head and the occasional squirm from Boi, accompanied by yet another soft moan of bliss. Like the passion of his fighting, The Stranger worked Boi over, tempting and teasing him, safe in the knowledge that he could not be denied.
I realised that I was holding my breath, visualising The Stranger's lips around my own cock, now agonized from being up so long with no attention to its plight. Any moment now, Boi would awaken enough to fight back again, but in the meantime the live sex show before me was enough to drive me wild. Two demi-Gods, pitted together first in battle, and now in lust. Was it The Stranger's plan to let Boi gain full consciousness before thrusting his own tool inside of him? The thrill of anticipation was unbearable.
I waited. And I watched. The Stranger wouldn't let Boi climax; he only teased him, bringing Boi to the verge of eruption before pausing to change tactics. The bastard! Was there was no mercy at all in his mind?
His stubbled cheek rubbed against the underside of Boi's cock, moving to his inner leg and then up passed his stomach, over his chest to finally rub against Boi's own cheek, smooth with youth and beauty. The weight of The Stranger's dominant frame pressed down on Boi, who remained stretched out beneath him.
