Moaning.
It escaped from Boi's lips like a gentle breeze passing through the tree tops.
Groaning.
I couldn't tell if the sounds he emitted were of pleasure or despair. His eye's closed, lips parted only enough for the sounds to escape, Boi's facial muscles were contorted in a way difficult to read from my vantage point above, where I stood tied to a tree.
Perhaps an hour had passed since his full lips had moistened my cock and brought me to the sinful heights of bondage pleasure. Now it was his turn.
Pegged to the ground, stretched tightly by the vines that bound his wrists and ankles, Boi lay there in the dirt like a starfish expanded to full size.
On top of him, The Stranger lay pressing his powerful body down against him, slowly rubbing his torso up and down against Boi's exposed chest, moist mouth suckling Boi's neck, throat, ears. Whereas the fierce power and anger of The Stranger overwhelmed Boi earlier, now The Stranger's erotic sensuality equally overpowered.
I watched them, one on the other, one in total control. Drawn into the seductive motions of The Stranger; fascinated by the helpless acceptance of Boi, I could barely blink lest I missed a single moment of the writhing bodies' actions.
The patient exploration of Boi's neck subsided to a greater exploration of his muscular, juvenile body as, after what seemed an eternity, The Stranger's lips slipped down to Boi's chest.
Gently, he kissed Boi's throat, trunk, then stomach. Rising slightly, The Stranger's hands pressed firmly into Boi's gut and slid up over his nipples to grasp Boi's taunt biceps. As he did this, The Stranger's tongue followed, licking the sweat from Boi's body in an upward motion, ending with his mouth locking firmly against his captive toy. Boi gasped, his back arching, mouth opening to greet The Stranger's tongue and a passionate kiss.
As The Stranger's grip slid further up Boi's arms to clasp his hands and hold him down despite the bonds, the kiss intensified becoming rough and desperate; an oral rape of each other. Breaking away only after Boi's struggles for air became frantic, The Stranger swiped his two-day stubble over Boi's nipple.
The cry of surprise escaping from Boi's still-gasping mouth was stifled by another kiss before The Stranger once again dragged his dark stubble over Boi's nipple again. Boi squirmed, twisting underneath his Master in a vain effort to avoid the prickly beard striking again, but The Stranger's efforts intensified the more Boi fought.
Nipple, chest, nipple...The Stranger was relentless, his harsh beard scraping like sandpaper over Boi's body.
"You like that?" he growled in a low, rasping voice. "Huh? Do you? You like forcing me to do it even more?"
Another harsh swipe of stubble on nibble left Boi unable to respond through his groan and whimpers. The Stranger smiled with the confidence of one without challenge.
"You know that the more you struggle, the more you'll suffer," he continued. "And you'll keep on suffering until you submit to me fully! Only when you're fully mine will you get any mercy....that is, if its mercy you want!"
And as if to prove his point, The Stranger rose to a sitting position and slapped Boi playfully across the face. As those waking from a dream, Boi's eyes shot open and he glared at the figure straddling him.
The Stranger laughed, and reached down, wrapping his hands gentle around Boi's throat. His thumbs began massaging Boi's adam's apple, taunting him with his vulnerability.
Harder now, The Stranger's thumbs pressed deeper into Boi's throat causing him to gag. With Boi's head forced back, he was looking right at me and I could see the panic building in his eyes. The Stranger too looked up at me, grinning maniacally.
With a sudden thought, he released Boi and stood up, approaching me.
"Do you know what I'd really like?" he asked. I refused to answer, looking down instead to Boi, whose heavy breathing made his glistening chest rise and fall rapidly.
"I would love", he continued, "to see you two take each other. The problem though is that our starfish down there is so much stronger than you. But now...well, look at him. I think he's worn out enough to make you a challenger, don't you think?"
Again, I refused to justify his question with an answer, but his wrath taught me otherwise as his hands shot out and grabbed both my nipples, twisting and squeezing them till I screamed in pain. I thrashed madly as he held on tight, demanding a response.
"Yes!" I shrieked, praying he'd release me from the painful hold. He did, and swooped down, ripping the vines off Boi's wrists and ankles. It was my turn next and I felt the bonds fall free, blood rushing back into my arms.
I rubbed my wrists where a deep red line marked the trail of the ropes that had held me fast. On the ground, Boi struggled to his feet, his sinewy, muscular frame seeming suddenly weak beside our towering captor.
"You've both wrestled me, and now its time to see who's the deputy. One round, winner takes all. Try anything else and you'll know what real pain is. Begin."
He stepped back to watch our battle, but all Boi and I could do was stare at him as his command sunk in.
"You want us to fight?" I asked.
"Why not?" The Stranger replied. "I enjoy a good wrestling match and watching your two bodies battling against each other should be a real turn on. I already know who the champion is out of you two, but with the champion weakened, it should be an interesting match. Teen against man; Tarzan against invader. Quite a fantasy, don't you think?"
"And if we refuse?" I demanded.
