BR-102 Cult Captive
Cult Captive
Brutes!
BR-102
$3.95
Cult Captive
Brutes!
BR-102
$3.95
Excerpt:
“What is this place,” I choked.
Peter answered me soberly. “It is our discipline room, Jerry. Perhaps you haven’t realized it, but we are all slaves of the Rama—voluntary slaves of course—but slaves nonetheless. When we fail to live up to his standards we are brought here to be punished… We know about it in advance and strangely enough, we welcome the discipline.”
“Not me,” I said. “I had enough canings in the orphanage, I’m not submitting to that sort of thing again.”
I was surprised at the expression which came over his face at my words. He just smiled at me.
“Yes you will,” he said simply. “But come on, let’s go and have a swim…”
He led me along a path towards a creek which I could hear gurgling not too far away. We followed it upstream until I could hear the sound of a waterfall. Then we emerged onto a grassed area surrounding a deep pool into which crashed the water from the fall, dropping over a hundred feet from the cliff above. The pool was hidden by the foliage of the tall trees which gave it the appearance of being in a grotto.
Peter stripped off his shorts, revealing his beautiful buttocks for the first time. They were the same color as the rest of him—he must go naked from time to time—and were indeed small and nicely rounded—and smooth as the proverbial baby’s bum.
He also revealed his cock. Bigger than mine (which was seven inches—I measured it) but just as clean of hair—as were his balls. Oh how desperately I wanted to move over and touch him… Feel that creamy skin and the hard muscles. Grasp that beautiful cock…
But he gave me an impish look and dived into the pool. I stripped off my shirt and trousers and shoes and socks and followed him in. I had noted him looking me over carefully as I stripped, but considering my body to be so inferior to his, I had dived in as quickly as I could.
“Mmmm, nice body, Jerry,” he said as I surfaced beside him.
“Uh?” I spluttered. “Don’t laugh at me, please… Peter. ”
“No, I mean it. You’ve got a good physique—which the Rama will improve of course—but there’s nothing basically wrong with your body.”
I put out my hand to touch him. I desperately wanted to feel that marvelous flesh—so smooth and muscular, so clear—like liquid honey-gold…
But he caught my wrist in his strong hand. “No, Jerry. Not yet anyway. Not until you decide to join us. While we stay here, we belong solely to the Rama—and to each other. But we may not play outside that circle.”
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.