El Jabato awoke to find his wrists tightly bound to a huge wooden totem deep in the cavern temple of a ruthless tribe of raiders here on the island of Phallos. Jabato's faithful sidekick, Taurus was likewise bound, but still unconscious. El Jabato felt foolish and humiliated at how they had come to be in this situation, made captives, used, and subdued as they had been. he thought back on the strange events of the last six days...
The two men, lost at sea had struggled through the storm, only to be washed up on the sore of the mysterious island. Discovering El Jabato and Taurus in their half-drowned, condition the warriors of the tribe had borne the men back to the island fortress, bathed, and oiled by male attendants. Jabato was somewhat uncomfortable with the liberties that the handsome male servants had taken, massaging his well-muscled body, touching him in intimate places, fingers slipping into tight orifices...but when he protested the servants merely laughed exchanging knowing glances and speaking in a foreign tongue. The only words El Jabato could make out were wine and feast, and when he attempted to ask for a female servant, the laughter only increased from the two sylvan men attending him. During the entire ordeal, El Jabato had never laid eyes on a female member of this most unusual tribe.
Taurus on the other hand enjoyed the smooth hairless youths running their hands all over his hirsute body and feet, cupping his muscles and rubbing the warming oils into his tired form. The two were like twins of opposite coloring, one blond and one dark. They appeared to be in their early twenties with nicely developed bodies, long and lanky, like those of the famous Greek sponge divers. The giant found himself becoming aroused in a manly way by their ministrations, and was doubly pleased when the blond servant returned in the night to relieve him of his pent-up male juices. The handsome servant grew excited as Taurus' huge member swelled to the length of his own forearm, and took great pleasure in stroking it's length with two hands, teasing the hot shaft with his ready tongue, and laughing as he skinned back Taurus' foreskin*** and tried to fit the huge red, apple-sized head between his sweet pouting lips. The boys' slippery tongue worked it's way down Taurus' urethra, penetrating the giant man in a most intimate and stimulating way, and something Taurus had never felt before! It was simply too much for the aroused giant, and Taurus gave a low moan that grew into a mighty grunting growl as his hot male seed exploded up his long shaft, searing his insides, and blowing out the tip in white gushing jets. The poor manservant was too slow and the cum not only filled his youthful cheeks, but shot out his nose as if he had sneezed in the throes of a terrible cold. Both men lay panting and laughing at the comical scene of male love and passionate release.
El Jabato, who lay awake in the next chamber was more than a little confused, hearing the booming voice of Taurus, his giant friend, expressing gasps, whimpers and finally carnal grunts of pleasure, as if he had been turned into some sort of rutting animal!!! An uncomfortable image of his friend ravishing his own handsome male body, naked and sweating with desire forced it's way into his head, but he quickly pushed it aside as his manhood grew half-erect beneath his short blue and white kilt. El Jabato rolled over and slept with great weariness, and few dreams.
The next day the men were roused by the menservants who brought them their freshly laundered clothes, and helping them to dress, and ushering them into a great cavernous hall where a table where stood, piled with heaps of delectable fruits, steaming meats and jugs of red-black wine. Handsome barefooted warriors sat about, scantily dressed with fine gold cuffs at their wrists and ankles and clad in loincloths of a supple red animals' skin. These form-fitting loin-skins encased their manhood and then passed between the warrior's buttocks. The effect was magnificent: each man's muscled ass perfectly framed and highlighted, framed from above by wide leather belts worked in gold and jewels. Each handsome warrior looked as if they had stepped out of some ancient legend of Babylon, or Sumeria. Both El Jabato and Taurus stared at the festive scene, amazed and dazzled by the handsome men, and their flagrant display of ultimate masculine beauty and power.
At one end sat a potentate, the head-man, no doubt, thought El Jabato. They were ushered to huge pillows and seated on either side of the majestic head-man. El Jabato was able to take a full measure of the incredible chief: he appeared to be in the peak of male fitness and health, his jet-black hair glistening with oil. His olive skin glowed with a radiance reminiscent of burnished mahogany, and was as smooth and hairless as that of the finest maidens in all of Rome, but this was no maiden by any stretch of the imagination!!! The man's large blue eyes were at once dark, yet inviting, warm, yet menacing. His high cheekbones aquiline nose, and angular jaw were like that of a hero of old and his muscled frame looked as if it had been carved from stone, supple and smooth, yet hard and unyielding. As the chief looked upon his two guests, his eyes passed over El Jabato, and he felt undressed, naked and exposed by the mighty chief's penetrating gaze. Had El Jabato known what the chief had in store for he and his mate, he might have left the fabulous feast before their earthenware cup had been filled to the brim with the ruby-red elixir they called wine...(To be continued)
Author's note
***The giant known as Taurus had been known to stretch his foreskin over a lover's head as a playful, albeit panic-inspiring joke in the past, but given his current state of arousal, that would have precipitated his orgasm much too soon and possibly suffocated the poor lad, for whom Taurus felt a decidedly "protective" sentiment. That, however is a separate tale for another day.
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