0 comments/ 68507 views/ 4 favorites Jungle Fever Ch. 1 By: ozeboi69 It wasn't meant to be like this. Solitude, harmony, peace. It wasn't much to ask for.... I went there to find myself, but I didn't know that the journey would be so....well, so "everything", really. Everything so terrifying that even writing this now, my hands tremble from the memory. I left for the seclusion of the jungle shortly after my 29th birthday. The trip was a present to myself, an escape from the world to work out who I was and where I was going in life. The jungles of the Amazon had always been a fantasy destination and despite the protestations of my family and friends, I went alone to embark on what the Aborigines would call a Walkabout. Solitude and harmony with nature; walking until I found myself, somewhere amongst the undergrowth. I had it all planned out: I would walk between water holes each morning, according to the map, and camp by them during the scorching afternoons and ominous nights. My body glistened in the pre-noon sun as I hiked through the undergrowth. I'd been walking for hours already, miles now from where the car sat deserted and hidden at the end of a long dirt road leading into the shrub. The tropic heat penetrated every pour of my body forcing me to shed my clothing piece by piece as I advanced. By the time I arrived at the first watering hole that was to be my camp for the night, the sun was high in the noon-time sky and the temperature had soared beyond reasonable comfort. I was down to my boots and underwear and every muscle was aching from the constant strain of carrying my saddlebag and fighting through the dense vegetation. Exhausted, I dropped my bag by the edge of the inviting water and slowly ran my hands over by saturated body. The sweat ran from my shimmering skin like the waterfalls that graced this deserted paradise. At 5'7", I was a slim 75 kg, but was sure, after this first morning's hike, that I would be even slimmer by the end of my journey. My water bottle was near empty, so I knelt by the water's edge to refill it. The pool was untarnished, offering fresh, crystal clear water. As the bottle gurgled steadily, refilling its empty interior, I smiled at my reflection which smiled back like an old and haggard friend. The mass of brown hair that capped my long, chiselled face was wet and dishevelled, clinging to my brow as though fearful of sliding off. My eyes twinkled in amusement at the image, the pupils dancing between their natural green colour and black as shadows played across my face. Finding the temptation of the water too great, I peeled off my boots and the last piece of clothing, diving into the sparkling natural pool. The water's soothing touch healed every ache as I swam and floated, lost in my own haven, far from the madding crowds of civilization. An hour later, I fell asleep by the water's edge, protected by the shade of the ancient trees, their thick trucks reaching to the sky and opening into a firework of branches high above. How long I slept, I don't know, but I was awoken by the sounds of movement nearby. As my eyes focussed, I sprung to my feet in shock at the site of another man. Like me, he had removed his clothing in the course of his hike though his underpants still remained, housing the impressive bulge of his manhood. For perhaps a full minute, we eyed each other curiously and by the smirk that finally graced his ruggedly handsome face, I could only assume and hope that he found me equally appealing. With a thick coat of jet black hair carpeting his powerful chest, eyes that pierced right through you and legs that rivalled the surrounding tree trunks, The Stranger's towering frame was a powerful monument to strength and masculinity. Whilst no weightlifter, it seemed as though The Stranger had spent most of his 30 years ensuring his perfect physique by frequenting a gym as often as possible. I was speechless in his presence, both from his unexpected arrival and the sheer beauty of his robust good looks. Eventually, it was he who broke the silence. "You're a hard man to track." His voice was deep and soft, inviting my knees to buckle further at the thrill of hearing him. "I was starting to think that I would never find you." "F-find me?" I stuttered, trying desperately to compose myself, and suddenly becoming acutely aware of my nakedness. "W-Why would you want to find me?" I asked. I moved forward to reach for my clothes, but as The Stranger suddenly lurched forward, I stopped in surprise. "Let me," he offered, and proceeded to pick up my underpants and walk towards me. His eyes flickered downward, taking in what I thought would be a final glimpse at my privates. I smiled faintly and reached out as he approached, his sturdy frame towering above me. Now only a few feet apart, The Stranger's smirk turned into a beaming smile. Slowly, he raised my underpants to his nose. I froze as he cautiously sniffed them. "Do you always sniff people's underwear?" I asked, my voice reflecting the mixture of annoyance and amusement that I was feeling. "Not at all," he cooed. "I usually do this..." And I was in his arms, his powerful muscles grabbing me around the waist and lifting me off the ground into a bearhug. I gasped, my back arching as he gently but firmly squeezed, pressing my chest into his own. Squirming in his grip, our bodies rubbed together like well-oiled machinery, the sweat from the tropic heat lubricating us both. My exertion excited him and he held on harder, grabbing the back of my head to bring me in closer. "You like that?" he purred, pressing his lips into my neck. "It's what you want, isn't it, huh? I saw the way you looked at me then. You want it bad, and I'm gonna give it to you!" "No!" I mumbled half-heartedly, straining against him. But my voice went unheeded as my struggles thrilled him even more. I wasn't a weakling by any means, but this seemingly gentle giant was Herculean in strength and there was nothing I could do to break free. He silenced me with a kiss, forcing my face to his and holding my head so our lips couldn't part as he pushed me down to the ground and straddled me. I struggled, using the moment to try to break free, but he grabbed my wrists and forced them to the ground by my head. "Ohhh..." he moaned, "You're more dashing than your photograph. I'm going to enjoy every minute of you." "I don't know what you're talking about," I gasped. "Get off me!" He responded with chuckle. "Oh, no, my friend. You're mine! And by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging to belong to me." "Never!" My back arched beneath him as I strained against his schoolboy pin but the move welcomed his lips to my nipples as he bent down and lashed out at my left breast with his tongue. I groaned, the thrill of his dominance beginning to take hold as he began to suck my nipple harder, teasing it with a gentle bite that sent a thrill coursing through my body. I was short of breath from the struggle and my chest heaved as his mouth explored my torso. "You're hurting me!" I lied, though his grip on my wrists was tight. He sat up into a kneeling position over my legs, yanking me up with him, my face at chest level as he twisted my hands behind my back, bringing me into him again. "Please me!" he ordered. "No!" "I said 'please me'!" This time his voice was not soft and inviting but rather, powerful and booming as he twisted my arms further up my back, forcing my face into his chest. I cried out in pain and kissed his chest, my lips sinking into the forest of black chest hair. "That's it..." he cooed as I licked the sweat from his body and blew softly against his fur. The pain from my twisted arms increased as his grip tightened in his ecstasy. Unable to release myself, I craned my next back to look up at him and his lips met mine again, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth. I turned my head away, burying my face against his solid trunk again. "More!" he ordered, but inspiration and desperation melded into a bid for freedom. I grabbed a mouthful of his ample chest hair and ripped hard at it with my teeth. The Stranger yelped in surprise, releasing me instinctively. With all of my might, I thrust The Stranger backwards and sprang to my feet, staggering a few steps away from him. "You can't get away," he growled, massaging his chest as he got to his feet. "There's nowhere to run. You've no shoes, no clothes. You won't get far in the jungle like that." He was right, and my temper flared at his confidence. I launched myself at him, ramming my shoulder into his gut as we both flew backwards into the shallow of the water. My sudden attack left him winded and off guard. I surfaced from beneath the waist-deep water to see him rising also, his back to me. I lunged again, wrapping my arm around his throat and hauling him back into the water. The Stranger struggled, momentarily confused by the battle as I held him below. He rose to his feet and I knew that any moment, he would flick me off him like an ant. Releasing my grip, I shoved him forward again, making sure that my nails dug into the middle of his back as I did so. He staggered and I reached out, grabbing him by the wrists. With my foot in the small of his back, I yanked his arms backwards and held on determinedly. The Stranger yelled in pain, every muscle in his chest straining as I held him there, crucified and helpless. Desperately, he tried to break free, his gritted teeth emitting a sound not unlike a deep siren. Confident now that I had the better of him, I tugged harder on his arms. But the victory was short lived as my balancing foot slipped and we toppled once more beneath the waves. Free again, and furious, The Stranger's eyes were ablaze with a mixture of fury and passion as he turned to face me. Like an animal, he roared, throwing his head back and flexing every rock hard muscle. I staggered back, trying to escape the confines of the water, but The Stranger was on me like a lion. He threw me into the air and as I hit the water again, I felt his fingers wrap mercilessly around my throat. I lashed out, clawing at his face, chest and arms, but with the strength of a madman, he felt none of it, gripping my neck tighter and tighter till the bones threatened to snap. The world began to spin and darkness closed in around me, my lungs silently screaming in agony, fighting for even the slightest breath. Gagging now, my arms were suddenly hanging like limp branches from the trees, unable to rise any longer. And like some far off sound, I heard his voice, snarling through gritted teeth... "You will pay for this, you son-of-a-bitch! Die!" And the blackness greeted me, complete. To be continued... Jungle Fever Ch. 2 I woke to the feel of sweat trickling run down my chest and my eyes flickered open to reveal the sun greeting a new day, it's warmth already noticeable. Had it all been a dream? I went to rise and found myself halted by invisible bonds. I couldn't move! Snapping to full consciousness, I looked down. Nothing. Just my moist body, sitting upright against a tree. And then it dawned on me. I couldn't move my arms! I strained to bring them forward but they wouldn't move. I was tied to the tree, my arms stretched around the trunk behind me. Desperately, I tried harder to pull forward, but to no avail. I was firmly bound. "Good morning." The voice startled me and I looked up to see The Stranger sitting several feet to my left, sampling the contents of my saddlebag. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Untie me!" I hollered, instantly regretting the decision to shout. My neck hurt from where The Stranger had throttled me and my throat was parched from so long without water. So long....how long had I been unconscious? The Stranger chuckled. "Water?" he asked and approached with the bottle, which he held to my lips. I gulped the water as he poured it in my open mouth, crouched beside me, his free hand on my upper thigh for balance. When I'd drunk enough, I turned my head away, but instead of stopping, The Stranger allowed the water to continue pouring, running down my body. The bottle empty at last, he raised his free hand and gently caressed my chest, playing with the remaining trickles of water. "You have a very NICE body," he cooed, his fingers pausing to play with my nipple. I groaned, feeling myself rising in response to his touch in spite of myself. The Stranger smiled, that same warm, provocative smile that he wore when I first met him. "Thought you'd like that," he whispered and leaned forward to kiss me. I turned my head away and brought my knees up suddenly, hitting him in the chest. The Stranger fell backwards and his hand instantly raised to retaliate. I flinched, and he stopped himself from striking me, grabbing my cock instead. I gasped in surprise as The Stranger slowly began caressing it, making me squirm in pleasure and fear. "You're a feisty little hunk, aren't you?" he whispered. "Well don't worry, my friend. I'll soon shake that out of you." His stroking became faster and I struggled to catch my breath as the momentum built and I felt myself heading for the explosion. The Stranger's breathing became rapid, matching the pulsing strokes of his hand around my hardened cock and the growing excitement that had taken hold of me. His mouth wrapped around mine and I struggled for breath as the frenzied masturbation reached a peak. But he wouldn't move back, my desperate need for air locking our mouths together like a vacuum as I exploded over his chest and arm, his mouth gagging the scream that would otherwise have burst from my lips. But still he kept his mouth to mine as his stroking ceased and he ran his cum-covered hand over my chest, using my torso to wipe his hand clean in the fashion of an erotic massage. Our breathing was loud, forced to take in air through our noses, his fixed seal across my mouth now turning into a tender kiss. Finally, he leant back and as I looked at The Stranger, his eyes seemed glassed, as though lost in love. "You're really screwed in the head, aren't you?" I panted. "Not at all," he said, rising to his feet. He was the gentle giant again. Carefully, he stepped forward, pressing his crotch into my face as he reached around the tree trunk to grab the ropes that held me. "Stand up" he said. "I'll lift the ropes as you get up." I did as I was told, bouncing between the tree trunk and his body as I rose awkwardly to my feet. Once there, he remained pressed in against me and began rubbing his furry chest up and down my own. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Who are you?" His movement stopped and he looked down at me sandwiched uncomfortably. "My name is not important...yet." he answered. "The time will come though when you really want to know me." "You said you had a photograph of me. How? Why?" "I was sent to kidnap you." His response was direct and he stepped away from me to watch my reaction properly as he spoke. "My employer heard that there was a rich kid on his own, about to embark on a solitary journey. He suggested that I might like to collect you for him, but you left your hotel room earlier than I expected. I had to follow you here to catch up with you." My head was spinning, but I was determined to stay calm. "Then why don't you take me back to your employer?" "Oh, I will....maybe. Eventually. But if I do that, then you're sure to die. So first - a little fun of my own." He paused. "And perhaps a little romance." "Romance!" I screamed. "You've got to be fucking kidding! With you?" "You'll come around. You'll see." "You really are disturbed, aren't you?" I struggled against my bonds again and The Stranger moved around behind the tree. "I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll untie you from the tree, so long as you don't try anything stupid. Okay?" If he waiting for a response, he didn't get one, but I soon felt the ropes loosening around the tree and suddenly my hands fell forward, lengths of the cord dangling from my wrist. I rubbed my shoulders to ease the tension as The Stranger appeared from behind the tree. He grabbed my arms and turned me around, facing away from him. "What are you doing?" I said, trying in vain to turn back to face him. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Instantly, I kicked back in an attempt to break free, but a quick grab at the pressure point on my shoulder sunk me hard and fast to my knees. The Stranger shoved me face down in the moist dirt and planted a knee in my back, pulling my hands behind me to tie them together. "Lie still and you won't get hurt," he warned. "I said I'd untie you from the tree, not free you." Moments later, my hands were firmly tied and The Stranger was lifting me to my feet again. He pulled me back to the tree and I felt him working the ropes once more. When he was done, with my hands, I felt the rope coil around my neck like a noose. I was like a dog on a leash. He had bound my hands behind my back and in turn to a length of rope tied around the tree. As if this wasn't enough, he'd then tied a noose around my neck and secured that to the leading rope too. The set up gave me freedom to walk no more than 5 steps forward until the tug of the bonds halted my course and began to choke me. "You bastard!" It was all I could think of to say, and it was followed by the only action I could think of to do. I screamed! "SOMEBODY HELP ME! ANYBODY! HEEEEELPPPP!" The Stranger looked on, neither moving to silence me nor yelling to warn me. He simply watched, taking a seat on the ground nearby like a child enthralled by a Punch and Judy puppet show. But still I continued. I screamed, yelled, hollered, shouted, bellowed and cried out. If there were any other adjectives to describe the raucous, then I did them too. It was no use, and I knew it. We were alone in the jungle with nothing more than a few birds and other hidden animals for company. No one was going to save me and I was powerless against him. In sheer frustration, I sat down and cried. It was perhaps ten minutes later that events took a turn for the better - and the worst. It began with a rustle in the trees, like a monkey swinging from branch to branch. The Stranger noticed it too, and rose to his feet to scan the tree tops. Nothing. Silence had returned. Until I saw him. He came from nowhere, landing in a crouch from some great height where he'd been watching us, summing up the situation. Like a Tarzan fantasy, he rose to standing position and looked directly at me, his smooth sinewy body covered only by a loincloth tied discreetly around his waist. He wouldn't have been more than 20 years old, perhaps a little younger; his handsome and chiselled features accentuated by rippling muscles and the elegant movement of an animal. A mane of long, golden hair cascaded unkept over his shoulders like a sparkling waterfall for all the world to admire. Slowly, the newcomer turned his gaze to The Stranger, whose was still facing the other way, looking up at the tree tops. As though sensing his stare, The Stranger turned and the two men eyed each other cautiously. Eventually, The Stranger laughed, loud and hard. "Let me guess," he said. "Tarzan?" "I am Boi," came the simple answer. "Oh!" The Stranger smirked. "I stand corrected...." "Release him." The Stranger laughed again, obviously amused by the teenager's order. "I'll tell you what," The Stranger offered, "Why don't you join him instead?" "I do not wish to harm you, but if you do not release him, I will be forced to attack." The smile vanished from The Stranger's face and the darkness returned to his eyes. "Do your best." Instantly, the two men crouched and began circling each other in battle, both of them confident in their own strength and ability. The Stranger lunged first and Boi caught him, locking the duo in a power vice. Muscles strained as their hands clasp together and they struggled to gain controlled. The Stranger's eyes widened in surprise as the strength of Boi threatened to hold its own, but the lunge had given The Stranger the advantage and his body pressed down on his opponent as Boi's back began to arch slowly. I watched transfixed as these two gorgeous men wrestled for dominance, growing hard again as their bodies rubbed together in violent foreplay, muscles erupting with testosterone! The Stranger gave a cry of victory as his control grew. Boi's face contorted with pain, every bulging muscle screaming in agony as he strained to overpower his adversary. But The Stranger's rock hard torso pushed him further and further back. Boi's knees began to buckle under the weight of the attack but suddenly, he dropped to the ground, raising his legs and flinging The Stranger over his shoulder. The Stranger hit the ground with a thud and Boi was on top of him before he knew what was happening. The Stranger gasped as Boi pounded his chest with a powerful fist. He raised his hands to protect himself and Boi grabbed them, forcing The Stranger's arms down to the ground. Rolling off and hauling The Stranger on top of him, Boi wrapped his mighty legs around The Stranger's waist, squeezing tight as he rolled The Stranger over again and forced his arms to the ground. Pinned to the dirt The Stranger bucked, attempting the throw Boi off, but the youth held fast, crushing The Stranger in the mighty leg vice and holding him to the ground. Without warning, the scene before me brought me to the height of excitment. One touch and I would have cum in a fountain of pure white. This God-like creation, this stranger, who had overpowered and molested me; this dominating beast with the looks of an Idol was now facing his own defeat - an event I would have thought impossible against his unstoppable might. But the fantasy didn't end here. Letting out an almighty growl, The Stranger suddenly stopped thrashing around and concentrated all of his strength in his arms, determined to lift them against Boi's hold. Realising his move, Boi leaned forward, using his body weight to hold The Stranger down, but The Stranger had anticipated this and instantly raised his legs, bucking again and knocking Boi forward over his face. Snatching his hands free, The Stranger grabbed Boi around the waist and squeezed, the latter's groin unexpectedly thrust into The Stranger's face. The Stranger held fast, releasing his grip only slightly in order to pound his clasped hands into the small of Boi's back, causing the teen to cry out in pain. The Stranger repeated the moving again and a third time before rolling Boi over and climbing on top of him. Boi's leg hold was useless now; The Stranger's crushing bear hug forcing Boi to release his lock. He wheezed as The Stranger's fist connected with his chest, knocking the wind out of him. With malice in his eyes, The Stranger grabbed Boi's nipples and twisted them sharply. Boi screamed as his back arched and The Stranger grabbed his hands and pinned him to the ground, planting a knee firmly in Boi's stomach. Twisting around in pain, Boi was helpless as The Stranger released his hold and grabbed Boi from behind, hauling him into a kneeling position and a painful full nelson. Turning the youth to face me, The Stranger yanked hard on Boi's outstretched arms and hooted in triumph, too embroiled in his own victory to notice my solid cock reaching out towards them. "You see!" he cried at me. "I'm invincible! You think he could have saved you? Look at him. Mine! His mine - just like you!" And as Boi's stretched body hung powerlessly in the grip of The Stranger, I knew that even my potential saviour's rippling muscles weren't enough to save either of us. Now there were two of us against one. And the one had all the power. Their bodies glistening brightly in the light. Boi's cries of agony echoed through the forest and The Stranger continued to exact his painful revenge, vengeance slowing changing to lust in his deep, soulful eyes. To be continued... Jungle Fever Ch. 3 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. Another love bite; long, slow, inviting; marking Boi's throat, pressing against his exposed adam's apple. I heard the wheeze escape from Boi's open mouth as his laboured breathing was restricted again. And then it happened. Like a leopard attacking, Boi's arm swung up, grabbing The Stranger in a headlock and rolling him around. Boi's deadly leg wrapped around The Stranger's own legs as he mounted the Master and clawed his pecs in one, swift move. The Stranger cried out in surprise as Boi's fingers burrowed deep into the exposed flesh of his pecs, tangling amongst the thick coat of hair. The Stranger reached up, grabbing Boi's face and hauling him down, pushing him off, rolling away to safety. The two sprung up to their knees to face off again and The Stranger's eye's sparkled with excitement. "Very good!" he exclaimed. "I was wondering how long it would take you to come around." And The Stranger pounced, confident that Boi was weakened enough to control. He was right; their bodies slamming into the ground, legs entwining as Boi writhed valiantly beneath his aggressor. His struggle was fruitless though, The Stranger holding him down firmly and forcing his hungry mouth against his own. I gasped at the sudden resuscitation of action, scrutinizing the scene with equal gusto so as not to miss a moment. The Stranger held on fast to his prey, forcing an endless kiss that couldn't be refused. As Boi slowly succumbed to The Stranger's onslaught, he returned the kiss with equal fervour, and the twosome's maws raped each other with a passion rarely seen. It went on forever, or so it seemed, until The Stranger suddenly rose to his knees, and grabbing Boi's legs, he bent them up and over, exposing Boi's naked arse to his hungry penis. Boi twisted, trying to stop The Stranger from entering him but The Stranger released Boi's legs, allowing him to flip over, and grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him to his knees and holding him steady as he pressed his mid-section against him. Boi issued a little cry of horror as The Stranger moved his grip to Boi's wrists and held him firm, thrusting himself hard and fast inside. My mouth hung open in shock as I watched tears begin to stream down Boi's face. But were they tears of terror or tears of pleasure? I couldn't tell. Time flew and finally the thrusting ended and The Stranger dropped Boi to the ground and turned him over. With an urgency matching his ferocious zeal, The Stranger spread Boi's legs apart and inserted himself again. Boi attempted to rise, but The Stranger bore down on top of him again, restraining his arms to his side. Plunging harder and harder, The Stranger wrench Boi's arms beneath his horizontal body, pressing them into the small of his back, and used his unshaved mug to sandpaper Boi's nipples. Boi's mouth hung open like my own, but short gasps were the only sound he could muster. With his own legs holding Boi's apart, The Stranger reached up, grabbing Boi around the throat and squeezing tight. Boi gagged, pawing hopelessly at The Stranger's wrists as the life was strangled out of him in time to The Stranger's impending climax. The moment erupted like a volcano as The Stranger greeted his climax with a shriek that would wake the dead. Below him, Boi struggled to remain conscious, his face a chameleon of colour, from pink to red to blue. Falling on top of his fallen prey, The Stranger released his deadly grip and they lay there, one on top of the other, both breathing heavy, desperate for breath. A minute passed. Perhaps two. Then The Stranger resumed his kneeling position over Boi and slapped his face, bringing him closer to consciousness. "Tell me you're mine," ordered The Stranger. Boi refused to respond. "Tell me you belong to me or your suffering will be just the beginning!" The Stranger's voice was oddly factual. It was a statement this time, not an order. Boi's response was barely audible, his voice masked by his heavy breathing. "Never," he whispered. The Stranger slammed a fist into Boi's chest and then, returning the earlier favour, dug his fingers deep into Boi's pecs. Boi screamed in pain, suddenly writhing again, arms flailing in desperation. Still The Stranger held on. "You belong to me! Tell me your mine and the suffering ends!" "No!" Boi's voice cracked with pain, pleading his answer, desperate to hold onto his self worth. "Tell me!" The Stranger dug deeper, drawing blood now as his nails pierced skin and threatened to rip the muscles right out of Boi's chest. "Aaaggghhh!" "Tell me!" The pain was unbearable, veins pulsing across Boi's temples. "Tell me!" It was the final order and Boi knew he must succumb or die. "Okay!" he cried, "Okay..." The Stranger released his grip, leaving Boi moaning in agony, and like a father to his injured child, The Stranger gently massaged Boi's bloodied torso, easing the pain away. "I submit..." whispered Boi. "Tell me who is your Master?" "You are." The defeat in Boi's voice almost brought tears to my eyes and as he strained his head backwards to look up at me, I could see a glistening film coating his own despairing pupils. Again, like someone caring for the injured, The Stranger rose and gently gathered Boi into his arms, bringing his limp body before me and gently lowering him at my feet. "As your Master I want you to prove your loyalty," The Stranger instructed. "My friend here has watched you suffer and in doing so has suffered himself. Please him." We both looked to The Stranger, confusion mounting our faces, but The Stranger smiled lovingly and cupped his palm around my stiff cock. "Take him in your mouth and swallow what he gives you." "No!" Boi's pleading response was barely audible, filled with disbelief. "Then I kill you." The Stranger paused, waiting for Boi's reaction. The seconds that passed seemed like an eternity. Then slowly, Boi turned to face me and greeted my member inside his warm, moist mouth. I gasped as his tongue fondled my foreskin, my head thrown back at the thrill of his gentle touch and as my knees began to buckle beneath me, my half-open eyes glimpsed The Stranger looking on from above, like the all-powerful Being he'd become to us. To be continued... Jungle Fever Ch. 4 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. "Then you lose by default and get fucked so hard up the arse by Jungleboy that you'll be cumming out your mouth." "And if I refuse too?" Boi challenged. "Then I'll fuck both of you so hard I'll rip you apart. Begin!" I looked at Boi, swallowing hard as my mind raced for a solution. Even in his weakened state, I knew that I was no match for the rippling muscles of my teenage opponent and as desperate as I was to feel his body pressing against my own; his tongue exploring the caverns of my mouth, I had no intention of facing a losing battle of humiliation and agony. There was only so much of that I could endure and the past 24 hours had seen me reach my limits. We stood opposite each other, our eyes exploring one another for an answer. I felt my cock throb in anticipation of feeling him against me and as my eyes flickered away from his in embarrassment, I saw his cock too was pulsating urgently as it reached out towards me. I couldn't help but smile, pleased that his groin anticipated me as much as I did him. I moved towards him, an idea filtering through my galloping thoughts. My movements were slow to avoid confrontation as I stepped into him and gentle pressed my hands into his side, our sweaty chests at last making contact. He looked at me curiously, understanding that I meant no challenge but unsure of my motives. "Down on your knees," I commanded, loud enough for The Stranger to hear as I pulled Boi down with me to a kneeling position. But as we sunk to the ground, I turned my head away from The Stranger and whispered my idea to Boi. "We don't have to fight for real," I whispered. "He wants to be aroused. Let's give him a porn show instead." "Porn show?" Boi whispered back. "What is that?" "Sex," I said. "He wants to see us try to dominate each other. We can do that with sex instead of fighting. No-one gets hurt, we give him what he wants, and hopefully we'll have a good time too." "We must defeat him," Boi insisted, anger creeping into his voice. "We will. We can edge our way over to him and take him on - two against one. We have to win." "What are you two whispering about?" The Stranger's voice boomed out from the sidelines, startling me. Our conversation had gone on too long, arousing suspicion. I turned my head to look at The Stranger but as I did so, Boi used the chance to begin our ploy. With arms wrapped around my waist, Boi swung me over, pushing me to the ground and sliding on top of me. My mouth opened in surprise but I was silenced by his tongue, reaching into the furthest corners of my mouth, his soft lips sealing the gap in a passionate kiss. Instinctively, I brought my hands up to push him back, unprepared for him to snatch them away and force them to the ground above my head. I squirmed, the sweat on our bodies acting like lube as I slithered beneath him, pinned firmly to the soil. "Oh, yeah," The Stranger groaned. "That's it. That's what I like to see." I could hear his heavy breathing even over our own and I pictured The Stranger watching and salivating as he played with his own exposed cock, lips smacking in lustful anticipation of watching the action unfold. I turned my head to glimpse him, breaking the seal Boi had formed with my mouth. I couldn't see The Stranger from my prison beneath the jungle god, but it didn't matter. Within seconds of turning my face to the side, Boi's mouth wrapped around my neck, sucking and licking like a vampire on the kill. My back arched beneath him as the sensation pieced every fibre of my body. I could feel my heart racing as I strained to stay focused on our goal, but my cock, hard as a knife waiting to stab him, wanted nothing more than to be lost in Boi's persuasive embrace. With my back still arched, I twisted my torso and Boi allowed himself to slide off me to the ground, rolling beneath me, almost pulling me on top of him. I returned his favour, pinning him to the ground and locking my mouth onto his. The kiss lasted an eternity, my passions flaring even further as I held the perfectly sculptured Tarzan beneath me. Dominating him like this created a frenzy in both of us that surprised me as much as it spurred me on. Focus. I had to focus. I needed to see where The Stranger was sitting and work out how we could make our way over to him. I slid up Boi's outstretched body into a sitting position, my knees restrain Boi's arms, his face buried in my crotch. I saw The Stranger sitting only a few metres away atop a mighty fallen tree stump that seemed as phallic as anything right now. His broad, rippling shoulders were hunched over, his eyes barely focused, hands taunting his member with gentle caressing. At the same time I took in the scene however, my balance was all but thrown as my own penis was engulfed by the warm, moist cavern of Boi's mouth. Eye's widened, my jaw dropping in ecstatic disbelief, I looked down to see Boi's head, framed between my legs and groin, straining up and down, allowing his hungry mouth to stroke and wet my already moist cock. I was speechless, Boi taking our plan further than I could ever have ever hoped or anticipated. Despite my resolve, I found myself gentle moving with the rhythm; up and down, up and down; a slow writhing moving matching his own. One hand reached down to grab Boi's golden locks and hold him to the promise of paradise, while my other hand found my own nipples to play with. My head was thrown back as I rode Boi like a merry-go-round horse. Up, down, up, down, the rhythm of the jungle with an all-new beat. Through half-closed eyes, I could make out The Stranger, barely seeing us now, locked in his own fantasy of erotica. His breathing, as heavy as our own, matched the tempo of his palm as it stroked his pounding hammer, eager to be pleased. The sight of him pushed a vague memory through my murky, pleasure-filled mind to the surface. The Stranger. A mission; a purpose. Concentrate. As agonising as The Stranger's earlier tortures, I defied Boi's welcomed gratification and pulled my dick from his mouth. For a moment he looked hurt, like a slave saddened to know he cannot please his master, but as our eyes locked, he too returned to reality. I felt his trapped arms surge upwards beneath my legs and moved with the flow, lifting up and off him, falling to the ground above his head and rolling closer to The Stranger under the guise of putting a distance between myself and my supposed opponent. I dared not look at The Stranger now, in case he recognised the move for what it was, though his own mind was clouded enough for it to have easily passed him by. I rose to my feet, my back to him, as Boi stood before me and gave a slight nod, subtle enough for only me to see it. He lunged, surging forward like his feline cousins on the hunt. I sidestepped the move, opening the way for Boi to pounce on The Stranger, colliding with him like charging bull, disappearing in a collapsed heap over the far side of the tree trunk. With equal vigour, I sprung into action, jumping over the trunk to join in the skirmish. The mêlée had begun and there was no turning back. It was kill or be killed and only one side could be the victor. The Stranger was mighty, a giant in size and strength, but it was two against one now, weakened as we were from his punishments and bondage. Whatever the outcome, my life would be changed forever. God help us all. To be continued... Jungle Fever Ch. 5 Chapter 5: The Lion Sleeps Tonight Two on one. The final battle had begun. I landed on the far side of the fallen tree stump to a sight that made my hopes surge. Winded from the surprise attack, The Stranger lay sprawled in the dirt, Boi straddling him, powerful hands gripped tightly around The Stranger's throat. It was the first move, only seconds following Boi's courageous lunge at him and I knew it wouldn't be last long before The Stranger began to fight back. But it only took a moment to take in the scene. I dove to the ground, grabbing The Stranger's wrists and hauling them back above his head. My bare, muddy feet, dug into The Stranger's shoulders, allowing me to pull his arms back tightly, stretching him out as rigidly as I could. Jolted back to the here and now, The Stranger's eyes widened in horror as he took in his plight, the same instant gagging as his oxygen ran out. "How does it feel?" Boi screamed at him, a true wildman now, jungle born and bred. Show now mercy. The Stranger thrashed beneath him, unable to break free of my grip. Legs thrashing madly, he bucked like a bull beneath its Spanish rider. Violent with desperation, The Stranger bucked again, unable to remove Boi from on top of him. Then, with a flexibility which I didn't think possible, The Stranger swung his legs upwards and over, hooking them around Boi's neck, wrenching him backwards. Boi cried out in surprise and The Stranger's move slammed him back, headfirst into the moist ground. Holding Boi heartlessly in the leglock, The Stranger twisted around, face down now, my feet sliding free from his shoulders. Without the brace of his body, I was yanked forward and over, landing face first in the mud as The Stranger hauled me towards him. I felt his sturdy arms wrapped tightly around my waist and heave me up. The Stranger was kneeling now, hanging me upside down in his crushing embrace. Boi, still pinned by the devastating leg lock around his throat, could do nothing to help me as the full weight of both The Stranger and now myself, bore down upon him. Reaching out to press my hands against the ground lest he should drop me on my head, my mind raced to understand how our advantage had been so quickly lost. The Stranger was a monster, capable of overwhelming brutality and passion and right now, it was his darker side that was sure to reek its most sadistic revenge against our impetuous retaliation. I could feel the bulging muscles in his arms crushing my ribcage, his clenched fists pressing into my stomach. His heavy breath blew down on my arse as my feet dangled over his head. Suddenly, he released me and as I toppled to the ground, he grabbed my arm, adjusting my fall to land by his knees. As I hit the ground, the world was blackened by the blinding pain of his fist crashing into my stomach. I doubled over, convulsing with agony, unable to catch my breath. Immobilised, it was Boi's turn to really feel his wrath. Releasing the leg lock, The Stranger spun around on his knees, his feet swiping my head in the process. Boi was retching, trying to regain his own breath as The Stranger pulled him to his knees with a handful of hair. Reaching up to try to ease The Stranger's painful grip on his locks, Boi left himself dangerously exposed. With a quick twist of his hands, The Stranger released Boi's hair and grabbed his nipples in another tight squeeze. Boi cried out, the vicious hold smarting like sharp knifes coursing through his body. Rising now, The Stranger forced Boi to rise to unsteady feet, never loosening his pinch on Boi's nipples. Tears streamed down Boi's face as the overwhelming sting prevented him from even trying to break free. His arms were frozen in an outstretched position, locked there as if held by invisible hands. The Stranger shoved him back, slamming him against the mighty fallen tree trunk, corkscrewing Boi's nipples to create even further pain. Boi screamed, a torturous scream that begged for mercy, knowing that there was none forthcoming. Pulling him forward, The Stranger slammed him back into the tree trunk once again. Boi's knees had buckled completely now as he remained upright only through the hold of his subjugator. Releasing the grip at last, The Stranger swapped one torture for another, backhanding Boi across the face and grabbing his throat with the other hand to keep him upright. Crushing Boi's windpipe with all his might, The Stranger's free hand curled into a fist which struck again and again against Boi's exposed stomach, each blow bringing Boi closer to oblivion. Boi's feet were no longer touching the ground, The Stranger having lifted him up over the tree trunk. From my winded position on the ground behind them, I watched, blurry eyed, as the powerless Boi began to loose consciousness. I struggled to my feet, desperate to help, staggering over to the dueling couple. Clasping my hands together, I raised them above my head and struck The Stranger on the base of his neck. I may as well have been a kamikaze blowfly. The Stranger didn't even flinch at my pathetic efforts. Still holding tight to Boi's throat, The Stranger whirled around and locked his free hand around my own, hauling me back against the tree trunk beside Boi. I gagged, trying to loosen his grip, only to feel it tighten even more. Already winded, I saw stars almost immediately and felt the universe spinning around me. I could no longer think straight, simply reacting, desperate to cling to life. It was luck that saved the moment, my foot striking out randomly, kicking The Stranger hard in the nether regions. It was a move no man would ever contemplate against another, no matter how desperate the situation, but in my half-conscious state, I didn't even know I had done it. I felt his grip release, heard the ear-piercing cry of a wounded animal, and saw him disappear below my line of vision. I couldn't move, fighting to steady the world as I rolled over onto my stomach and slid down the tree trunk to my feet. I rubbed my bruised throat, gasping for air as I tried to stop the tremors that invaded my body. Above me, Boi lay where he was, unconscious, perhaps dead. I didn't know. I couldn't know - not yet. First I had to free us of The Stranger. I looked down at him, the Almighty Adonis of whom wet dreams should have been made of. He was lying on his side, doubled over, hands holding his wounded balls. It was only then that I realised what had happened and a twinge of guilt-ridden sympathy tweaked at me. But I knew that guilt would not keep me alive. I had to survive, even if poor Boi hadn't. Every muscle in my body ached. I knew I couldn't face The Stranger alone, particularly now, so I looked around for anything that could help me win. A rock - big, solid, rough - lay half buried in the mud nearby. I staggered over to it, prying it free from its mooring and carried it over to The Stranger's rocking body. One strike on the head, as hard and as merciless as he'd been to us, would end it all. But I couldn't. A killer I wasn't, and looking down on him, weakened and defenceless at last, I felt the voice of humanity reverberating inside my head. Slowly I lowered the rock and let it drop to the ground. The Stranger slowly rolled over, his eyes beseeching me for clemency as I towered above him. He was like a discarded, broken toy, covered in dirt, hair matted, pleading to be loved once again. Gently, he reached up a hand, silently begging me to take it. My heart ached with confusion, the battle between lust and terror raging inside. Without knowing it, I reach out, taking his hand in mine, accepting The Stranger's plea. But suddenly he tugged hard, pulling me down on top of him and rolling us over so his body once more pressed down on me, his thick coat of chest hair tickling my torso. He grabbed me under the chin, squeezing my cheeks as his face hovered only millimetres above my own. "You're going to pay for that," he growled. "You should never have stopped when you did. Now you're going to find out what happens when weak minded fools like you give in to their emotions!" I winced, one arm pinned beneath his body, the other caught under his elbow uselessly. I should have struck him with the rock when I had the chance! "But first," The Stranger continued, "one last kiss goodbye." Squeezing my cheeks harder, forcing my mouth open, The Stranger pressed in, snogging me passionately with the roughness of our first meeting. It was him and I again, alone and together, Master and slave with no outside influence. The passion of his kiss held an urgency like no other, as if on a time limit before his fatal blow. If he wasn't so damn sexy, I would have fought again to my dying breath. But I was too drained now and the lust in his eyes matched my own desire for him. I responded with equal passion, his wildman look like an older, more heavenly ascendant of Boi. He shifted his position, moving further on top of me and I found ourselves rolling around in a lovers' embrace, locked in each other's arms, locked in the moment knowing there was no tomorrow. For me, I would be dead soon, murdered by the Widows' Spider I currently embraced. For him, as surely as he'd come to kidnap me, he would be killed by his superiors for abusing his mission. And as for Boi, my own impending demise told me it was already too late. So we rolled, back and forth, over each other's glistening bodies, in one last embrace, our lips never parting from the succulent kiss. We ended, surprisingly, with The Stranger beneath me and I leaned back curiously to see him looking up at me lovingly. "I don't understand you," I said simply. "You don't have to," came the reply. He pulled my face down to his again. Beneath his head, a flash of light caught my attention. It was the rock, bright against the surrounding mud, now acting as a pillow for The Stranger's head. I sat up, the sight of it startling me. "What is it?" The Stranger asked, frowning at my sudden action. "It's you." I touched his cheek gently, almost sympathetically. "I can't." And grabbing his ears, I lifted his head and slammed it back down against the rock. One blow. Not enough to kill him but hard enough to make a dark unconsciousness race to meet him. Out cold, The Stranger's head slid off the rock to the side, a faint trail of blood marking the path. Perhaps a minute, perhaps two, I sat there on top of him, my hands resting on his dark matted chest, looking down on him, lost in my own thoughts. I was alone now, alone in the jungle. Back where I had begun, a long way from civilisation, but it wasn't the same. Two still bodies accompanied me now. One lying limp between my legs, the other.... Boi! I staggered to my feet, and ran to Boi's side, carefully pulling him down from atop the mammoth fallen tree. Lowering him to the ground, I leaned over his still form pressing my ear to his chest, listening for any sound of life. A heartbeat. Faint but sure, I could hear it all the same. I laughed, relieved to hear the sound of life within in, and hovered my cheek over his mouth, feeling for breath. It was there. Boi was alive, though the extent of his condition I couldn't tell. I could only hope he would come around soon. Kissing Boi on the forehead, I stood and looked around me, hands on hips like the opening to an episode of superman - though granted, he wasn't naked and dirty on TV. I looked at my fallen companions, one to the other. Friend and foe. Both more beautiful than the other. The smooth, teenage jungle boy with the lithe, sinewy form of a panther, muscles rippling even in his slumber; and The Stranger, a solid, hairy boulder of a man, with a V-Shaped frame and a dark, twisted mind that had brought me unexpected ecstasy and frightening discoveries of pure delight. I wanted both of them. I wanted them to belong to me just as I wanted to belong to them. The reserved sexual being I once was had vanished forever and my intellect was sending postcards from some other realm. Should I take them both? Tie them up and force each to be my sex slave like they have been forced onto me? Should I run away, back to the nearest town only several hours away and find help and salvation? Perhaps I should take Boi to some safe haven and nurse him back to health, leaving The Stranger behind to fend for himself in the face of his own consequences? The endless possibilities floated through my mind. Master, mate or mouse. What should I do? I didn't know. To be continued... Jungle Fever Ch. 6 "Lions and tigers and bears – oh, my! Lions and tigers and bears – oh, my!" That same song lyric played over and over in my head as I staggered blindly through the thick undergrowth, my face whipped by the onslaught of branches. My panicked mind reached randomly for the familiar; a sense of normality that was lost at the onset of my journey. "Lions and tigers and bears – oh, my! " If only I were in the wonderful land of Oz, accompanying Dorothy on her fantastic journey to the Emerald City. But I wasn't. My Emerald City was the lush green of the Amazon jungle, once beautiful, now my living nightmare. I was the Cowardly Lion, running as best I could, lost from the path back to the car which I had stumbled away from. Behind me, the Bear was out cold from a sharp blow to the head. Big, strong and hairy, The Stranger lay stretched upon the ground where I had tied him with the vines hanging so freely. When he woke, he would be the proverbial bear with a sore head, and I wasn't staying around to witness it. And so I ran. Or rather, stumbled, taking the unconscious Tiger in a fireman's hold, his sleek, muscular frame flopping like a rag doll in his weakened state. Defeated to within an inch of his life, Boi's only hope of survival now rested with me. And I was lost. The humidity of the jungle was peaking and I prayed for the rain I could sense coming on. How long had I run? How far behind had I left The Stranger? Dehydrated, hungry and exhausted, I fell against a tree, unable to continue. Carefully biting my tongue to produce saliva to moisten my parched throat, I slid to my knees, lowering Boi to the ground as gently as I could. Unless he woke, I knew it was over. I couldn't go on any further. My entire being began to cramp, the sweat pouring from me, evaporating much-needed salt from my body. I winced in pain, envisioning the cramps jumping my queue of agonies to take the lead. I fell to my side, looking through tear-filled eyes at Boi's slumbering frame. "Please..." I whispered, but even that was an effort. I rolled onto my back, begging silently for salvation. And then a drop. Cold, moist, alone. A single drop of rain trickled off my forehead. I lay there still, waiting for the next and it came only moments later. I opened my mouth to greet the oncoming rain. A tremendous clap of thunder erupted from above, loud enough to shake the ground itself. I opened my eyes and witnessed the first wave of a solid sheet of water falling towards me. It moved as though in slow motion, tumbling down like a shower of spears. And then it hit. The Gods let loose their torrential downpour like nothing I had ever witnessed. I felt it sizzle against my overheated skin as I shielded my eyes and allowed my mouth to overflow with rain. I gulped greedily, drowning myself in the ecstasy of the long-needed drink. And still the rain came, turning the dirt into mud, the trees into broken umbrellas. Its force was as hard as the thunder was deafening. But still I drank, quenching my undying thirst. The convulsions came without warning and suddenly I was on my knees, heaving up the water I'd guzzled, my stomach rejecting the liquid assault. All that went down, came up and my eyes mimicked the rain with the pain of such violent retching. An unexpected hand on my shoulder soothed my muscles, caressing my back like a mother settling her child. The vomiting passed and I looked up to see Boi, kneeling beside me looking worse than I felt, but concern on his face nonetheless. "You drank too fast," he told me, opening his own mouth to swallow small amounts of rain. "Take it in slowly and you will be okay." I fell back against a tree, sitting exhausted. "You're alright!" To this day, I'll never know how I managed the smile through the overwhelming discomfort I felt. "Thanks to you," Boi said, moving to sit beside me, his movements slow and tentative. "The man? Where is he?" "I left him behind. He's unconscious – I hit him with a rock, tied him up and left him." "He will follow us soon," Boi said. "Where are we?" "I don't know. I just ran. We're lost." Boi shook his head and caressed my knee with his hand. "No," he said. "Stay here. I'll look around." He rose and staggered off into the undergrowth, disappearing behind the thick wall of rain long before the woodland hid him. Time had no meaning anymore, with the sun hidden behind a carpet of clouds and the rain shielding any change in temperature. I stayed where I was waiting an eternity, or perhaps only minutes, allowing my mind to continue settling and take in the situation. I pictured The Stranger, straining against his bonds as the rain pounded through the matted hair on his chest. I found my mind wandering back to those last moments when I almost lost myself in his arms and suddenly I was back there, looming above him as I sucked the moisture from his torso, drinking from the well forming in the valley between his enormous pecs. My hand wandered to my groin, perhaps the only muscle that wasn't aching, and I felt the tension melting away from my body as I began massaging my nether region in time to my imaginations. Suck. Stroke. Suck. Stroke. The Stranger groaned in sync with my own pleasurable sighs beneath the tree where I sat. I saw his back arch beneath me, his chest rising to greet my lascivious tongue. And my breathing was just as heavy, The Stranger's gasps echoing in my ears. I ran my hand over my body, enjoying the flow of water cascading over me as my mind's eye touched The Stranger. My hand greeted my hardened nipples with a gentle tweak, forcing The Stranger to open his luscious mouth further, his head thrown back in anticipation of my kiss. I could feel his body against mine now and I pressed down harder, reaching between us to caress his cock, our mouths locked together in passion. I climaxed the same time as he did, The Stranger's convulsions timed exquisitely with my own and his cries and mine merged into a rapturous chorus of ecstasy. And then the image faded and my own, claustrophobic surroundings returned. "Typical man," I thought out loud. "He cums the he goes!" I must have snoozed for a while after that, because suddenly Boi was back at my side again, shaking me gently. "Come," he said. "There is a cave nearby where we can stay." He helped me to my feet and together we aided each other's progress. 'Nearby' proved further than I expected and it was only the company of Boi, and his saturated body rubbing against mine as we held one another that kept me going, knowing soon that we would be safe….and together. The cave, when we finally arrived, stood part-way up a cliff, over which the most glorious waterfall cascaded into a whitewashed sanctuary, extending out into a river. We scaled the rocky embankment to a ledge hidden behind the falling water, where a yawning cave entrance opened to a welcoming fire in full blaze. Boi led me to the flames which he'd lit before returning to fetch me, and the warmth of the cave made me realise how cold it had actually become. We sat by the fire and Boi wrapped his arms around me, rubbing me lightly to encourage the warmth. "I have many places like this," he told me. "When I travel through the jungle, I need places to stay, so I find caves like this one and remember them." Further inside the cave, a small gathering of different fruits were piled against the wall. Seeing me eye them, Boi went over and grabbed a handful, cracking open the shells when necessary and feeding their delicious flavours to me. Though a simple meal, it was perhaps the most superb I'd ever had. I hadn't eaten for almost two days and I relished every mouthful. "After you finish eating, we will rest," he said, taking a mouthful himself. " We will stay here for a while and recover, and then I can take you home." "Home?" I asked. "Your home or mine?" "Whichever it is you want." And so it was. After we had eaten, we slept and the sun crossed the sky behind the eternal rain, changing day into night and back again. Days passed – I don't know how many – perhaps only two, perhaps more – and we rested, regaining our strength. We slept a lot, Boi venturing outside only when needed to gather more food or to fill shells with water from the waterfall while I remained behind, a kept prince in primitive luxury. Then one night, whilst wrapped in each other's arms again for warmth, the adventures of past dissolved and our manhood returned. Boi snuggled close to me, his hand tenderly caressing my back, our faces only an inch apart. "You never told me why you are here." He said, his eyes searching mine in the half-light "I came to get away from it all," I said. " I needed to find myself." "And the man?" "I don't know. He followed me here. He was supposed to kidnap me and take me back." "Why?" I shrugged. "My father is the Attaché to Venezuela. Maybe they thought I would be easy pickings for a ransom." Boi nodded, drawing himself closer to me. I could feel his member pressing into my leg now and my own cock responded to its feel. "What about you?" I said, pretending as though nothing was occurring below. "How do you come to live in the jungle?" "My parents were missionaries,' Boi explained. "They came to teach the Bible to natives but found God themselves and stayed. The harmony with nature, the spirit of community…they found peace here. I was conceived and born in a village." "And now," I asked. "Alone. When I was four years old, our village was attacked by a neighbouring tribe. My mother was one of the first people killed, but the villagers helped my father to escape with me. Until he died from a fall, many years ago now, he raised me to live off the land. We tried to go back to your world, but hated it. So we returned here and stayed." "Don't you ever get lonely?" "Very." He drew me into him, kissing me tenderly and the world ceased to exist. We were alone in a vacuum, no sound but our own sighs and whispers. Wanting each other for so long, we drew the moment out as long as we could, pressed hard into each other, our cocks jostling with enthusiasm. Suckling my neck now, Boi rolled over on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him, greeting his affection. No violence, no fear. Just the warm intertwining of two beings in love. My fingers explored his physique, circling his jutting shoulder blades and trailing down to the soft cheeks of his bottom. His intake of breath as I fingered his anus was silenced by another kiss, until he slid his powerful frame down, suckling my nipples and gently nibbling my chest. My fingers slid through his hair, longing for him to move lower down my body. He greeted my subtle command with understanding, his breath melting me like chocolate. Neck, chest, stomach. So close yet so far. Then he came down hard on me, his jaw suddenly puncturing my gut, his torso crushing my groin. My eyes flew open in surprise. The Stranger was looming above, his muddied foot firmly planted in the small of Boi's back, pinning him to me. I was speechless as the last of the rain ran from his body forming a pool of water on and around us. "I think we have a problem." His voice was flat, matter-of-fact, like a teacher about to scold his pupils. "How….?" I couldn't think what to say. "How do you think?" he responded to my unformed question. "I followed you here. I've been watching you for days, giving myself the chance to recover." "I thought…." But my racing mind failed me again. "The vines?" he asked. "They were nothing. When the rain came, I woke up and found you, sitting beneath a tree jerking yourself off. You hadn't gotten very far…." He laughed. "You must have walked around in circles. I would have killed you there and then except that I didn't know where Jungle Boy was. Couldn't chance him jumping me from a tree." I felt Boi try to move to no avail, his awkward position making him short of breath, preventing him from talking. "What are you going to do to us?" I asked, relieved my voice finally reached the punctation mark. "As I said, we have a problem." "What problem?" I cursed myself for letting my voice shake. The Cowardly Lion had returned. I waited expectantly. "With a bit more pressure, I could break Jungle Boy's back. Leave him here to die and take you back to my employers. Whether your father pays the ransom or not, they will kill you. And probably me too, for the fun I've had with you." He paused for effect. "Alternatively, I can kill you both now and return empty handed. But if I do that, my bosses don't take kindly to failure." Another pause, this one longer, as though he expected me to respond. Be brave, I told myself. Even the Cowardly Lion found courage. "Neither option sounds promising," I said, surprising myself at my casual air. "Multiple choice usually has more variety." "There's one more option," he replied. "We face the facts. Be honest. Both of you got off when I took you. You know you like it. You want it. Crave it. If we go back, we die. If we stay here we can form our own tribe. I can force-feed you any time you want. Jungle Boy here can teach us to live in this godforsaken place and everyone gets what he wants." "If you mean it, let him go," I said, nodding towards Boi. The Stranger hesitated, then released his foot, stepping back in case Boi should lunge. But instead, Boi simple sat up and looked at me confused. When I wasn't forthcoming, Boi shrugged. "Perhaps he is right," he offered. "Alright then," I said, masking my unexpected enthusiasm, "but I saw you too, when we had you down. You got off on it just as much as we did. If you want some kind of orgy tribe, you have to take what you give. Deal?" The Stranger thought on the offer, perhaps a bit too long for my liking, but finally acceded, stepping forward and grabbing Boi's hair, pushing Boi's face into his groin. Boi took the invitation, swallowing The Stranger's cock whole as The Stranger forced him to his back, sitting on his chest making him take it even deeper. I rose to my feet, watching The Stranger's face contort with satisfaction. A surge of jealousy invaded my being as he governed the man I was making my own. "Let's see how you keep your promises!" I huffed as thrust my own cock in The Stranger's face, stepping either side of Boi's head and taking a firm hold of The Stranger's head. He took it faster than I expected, reaching up to stroke my chest as he did so. "We ought to kill you for everything you've done to us," I told him, thrusting harder. He tried pulling his head back, but I held tight, forcing him to take it. Below me, Boi reached up to squeeze my arse, slapping it playfully. He released The Stranger's cock from him mouth and turned his face to lick my ankles, forcing his tongue in hard against the groove below the bone. It tickled and I shook my foot, giggling. Eager to feel Boi inside me, I pushed The Stranger down, pinning his arms with my hands. I was bending over, kissing him hard, my tongue pushing into the far reaches of his throat. Behind us, Boi rose, and I felt his groin press against my arse. His hands grip my sides, wet from the spit he'd just rubbed on his cock. And then he was in me, nudging cautiously until he was completely inside. I felt my arms tremble, no longer able to support my weight. My forehead sunk to the ground, only to be greeted by The Stranger's tongue flicking out to attack my ear. I couldn't move, my body and mind frozen with rapture. Pulling a hand free, The Stranger pushed lightly on my head, burying my face into his shoulder and making my arse lift higher. I bit into his shoulder to muffle my cries of delight, the broad expanse of The Stranger's upper body like a corncob feast for my hunger. When Boi finally came, I collapsed on top of The Stranger, exhausted and satisfied and he squeezed me tight in an amorous embrace. It was a strange twist of fate. With battle lines firmly drawn, we were now walking the line, no enemy on either side. It was an unsettling truce, one I wasn't sure could last long. But until the day came when The Stranger we remembered returned to destroy us, Utopia returned to the wilds of the Amazon. And several miles away, more Strangers arrived, our campfire shining like a beacon in the night, guiding them to our nest where they watched from afar, noting our every move, sizing us up like the unknowing prey we were. In the bat of an eyelid, paradise was about to disappear. The terror would return with a vengeance holding more dire consequences than our lascivious minds could comprehend, because when all is said and done, there's no such thing as a happy ending.