and now the walls have softly dissolved away
and the tumbling white shoreline is pulling the glorious reflected blue sky up onto the sand… pulling it and letting it go hush by hush. The word is fantasy.
My heart is beating fast. We’d just finished a successful hunt and our guards were down when the sleek bodies of the amazons revealed themselves from the jungle. There were six males in our party and all of us knew that we were now at the mercy of these beautiful lithe huntresses. They knew how to treat their prey, slyly threatening us under our loincloths with wickedly sharp knives. The girls bound our wrists behind our backs, exposing our well muscled chests to the tropical sun, and led us to their campsite. They were virtually naked, clad in flimsy white cloth underwear that contrasted with their moist bronze skin. The amazons wore nothing else save for their hunting bows, the quivers of arrows bouncing lightly off their hips with each confident, graceful step, nets, and with hunting knives firmly strapped to their long smooth thighs. They had an excruciating effect on the men. Six lengths of masculine flesh were thickening, reacting under our loincloths. I bit my lip when I saw one of the huntresses coyly reach under one man’s loincloth, and pull him relentlessly forward with a smirk on her face.
They led us to six open wooden stocks that had been purpose built to hold us captive. The stocks consisted of two upright timber posts and two cross beam planks that were hinged at the level of our waists. A circular hole, perhaps two inches in diameter had been cut through the edges of the planks to form a cuff or sorts.
“Move them forward,” said Kala, their leader. Her beautiful smooth and voluptuous breasts rose and fell as she surveyed us, her mouth watering slightly at the scent of masculine arousal reaching her delicate nostrils. She swallowed hard. “lock them in”.
One of the girls stepped toward me. She reached down, briefly holding the weight of my stiffened manhood in her palm. She was a petite raven haired beauty, her sun bronzed skin just slightly moistened by perspiration in this high noon. She closed her hand firmly around the thick root of my organ and slid her fingers along its length, smiling as it twitched in excitement. Sweat ran from my hairline down my left temple as she tightly closed the the delicate pads of her forefinger and thumb into the plump purple flesh of my glans. I saw the muscles in her toned arms harden as she forced my strong erection down against the semicircular depression that had been cut into the lower plank. The huntress frowned slightly before releasing my aching knob. Licking her thumb and finger, she stepped lightly toward Kala, the beautiful tribal princess and leader of this manhunt. They spoke quietly, occasionally looking in my direction.
Kala came forward, walking gracefully, her hips swaying. Her eyes held mine for a moment before travelling over my powerfully muscled chest and arms, the ridge of my pelvis, my abdominal muscles tense with the strain put on them by the weight of my pulsing dick. I could do nothing about that… standing so close to these goddesses it was a combination of sexual reflex and instinct. “Yes Sam, he certainly is. But what have you done to him? He looks like he’s about the burst at the seams…” Her gaze crept was fixed on my outstretched, glistening sex. Kala was playing with me like a cat playing with a mouse “…so big…”
She glanced briefly at Samantha, at the knife whose blade was nestled in the leather sheath tied to her beautifully defined thigh. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to cut it until it fits.”
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