Twice already he’d emptied himself into the gourd. Despite himself. He’d have loved to thwart these pricks. This pair of rough-handed pricks working him over down below .. what he’d have given to frustrate their evil designs. But manly nature had its way.
He didn’t understand these pervs. Men draining him of cum …..? He couldn’t get his head around it. And THEN …… to drink him down? And not just consumed him …. The way they did that? Reverentially, was that the word? .. Sucking his man-seed off their fingers. Twice now. Like they were taking in some magical power. Damned peculiar.
These weirdos had emptied their gourd into a bowl. And in awe passed his innermost strength around. From hand-to-hand .. handed him on .. like passing his spirit on. Sharing him .. like this act was some mystical ceremony. Worship?
Damned weird. Spooky. Tasting him. No, .. savouring him. Holding up a finger coated with his whiteness. Studying it like some delicacy .. cherishing the moment. Licking him down .. a look of awe. Their muscled torsos almost trembling as their bodies absorbed him. And all in this eerie silence. Damned-weird.
Madness. He had landed up in a band of madmen. Snatched by weirdos. Not only capturing his manly strength. But then this bizarre rite as they took him down. Like an act of worship. A ritual commanded by some god of theirs. It was unnerving. Omekono couldn’t make sense of this. And not understanding only seemed to make things worse! Got him jumpy. Had him on edge.
SHIT! Here they came again. One sucker down on his knees, fingers in the bowl of chicken grease. Making to wrap his greased-up maulers over Omekono’s half-limp shaft again. They were in a hurry. Any prick knew a man’s cock needed recovery time .. even if bound into hardness like this.
Suddenly .. unaccountably .. no reason .. except for the first grasping stroke of chicken grease on his cockhead. No explaining it .. Omekono lost it. On edge. Blood up. Nervy. And that fucker stroke a thumb over his mushroom head.
He went mad. He was having no more of their sick fucking tricks. His temper lashed out. He bawled out. Squirming. Wriggling. No way was that fucker with his greasy hand getting his paws on his cock!
Twisted one way. Jerked back the other. Omekono lurched with his hips. His arms tugged at his bonds. Like he could uproot this tree and then murder the lot.
A punch to his belly tried to slow him down. Omekono grunted out the pain. Then he wriggled again. Jerked to the right. Squirmed.
“Get the fuck off me. Pervs!”
Frustrated .. surprised .. unready for such a vigorous fight-back .. Omekono’s pair of attackers looked lost for words. Their mission to collect his cum hampered. Their service to the other warriors interrupted. Hard to collect the next harvest.
Another punch to his gut .. this time harder. A thud to belly muscle to calm him down. FUCK THEM! Omekono’s might in his gut blew it off .. a mere feather. The power of his fury far greater than some muscle-head’s fist.
The attacker with the gourd pushed Omekono back again the tree. Hand on his chest .. trying to hold him down. Firmly pressing the squirming captive back into the trunk. Hand on his solid chest. Big hands, strong arms trying to hold him down,
Omekono cursed. Dogged he fought back. He struggled. He resisted. He fought against the pressure on his chest controlling him. The hand pressing on his chest .. pushing him back against the tree trunk. Fuck them! No way were these cocksucking bastards having any more of his seed.