Had Korak ever felt so weak? Like his body could hardly raise the strength to suck in air. Stretched out over this boulder still. Barely daring to move. Hardly daring to breathe. In fear that any movement might re-ignite those flames.
It was deep in the night. Korak had surfaced several times. Each time coming awake immediately to the horror of those fires still burning him up inside. Gasping out immediately .. at the force of those flames that nothing could put out.
Each time he wanted to believe the burning was lessening .. minisculely. But so was his ability to cope with anymore. He’d had enough, he couldn’t take anymore. If the fires deep in his guts were dying out slowly, his will was ebbing faster.
A struggle to keep up the fight. He felt drained, his strength gone. His will dangerously depleted. That strength withering with every breath he took. Sucked dry.
He could almost believe this boulder was a giant leach. Trapped in its mouth .. sucking every bit of strength out of him. Bleeding him dry of any strength to cope. Shattered. Totally done-in. He wouldn’t have believed his strong young body .. muscled, resilient, proud of its stamina .. that it could be so crippled.
He’d gone mad. At that first touch, his will had gone wild. Feeling the shaman poking that carved cock into Korak’s arse. Korak had roared out defiance. He knew about that coating. The menace had been wafted under his nose, Nguana had warned him. Korak had squeezed his arse together .. best he could with his knees wide-spread. That fucker was not shoving that in, he swore. Coated in that evil goo, NO!
But the shaman understood better. He just kept up the pressure. Keeping that wooden cockhead pressed against Korak’s back entrance. The burning already making itself felt. His evil goo did the trick. Suddenly flesh reacted.
It burst apart. It let the menace in. Any determination in Korak’s fighting spirit was ripped aside. His muscled resilience gave way under the stinging burn. It felt like taking hold of an iron spear. A hand grabbing at a spearhead taken straight out of a fire. Glowing white-hot. But it was his arse-hole that was taking the branding. Korak’s flesh withdrew. The muscled resistance fled. Fleeing before the touch of red-hot heat.
The shaman was ready for it. In an instant the THING had been rammed up him inside. Slicked in on Nguana’s cum. Korak had already been stretched open by that violent rape .. the whipping on Nguana’s backside forcibly jarring open a passage for this evil wooden cock. A path-in lubricated by the treacherous seed of a friend!
Korak’s head was still working, he had to defend himself. It was aware of the threat. Incensed, every fibre of his being enraged. At the idea .. he was being raped. Again. This time by some crudely carved wooden cock. And THAT cock. Wafted under his very nose .. dipped in that evil concoction Nguana had warned him about. FUCK THAT!
He reacted. His instincts fought back. He squeezed. He pushed back. The muscles inside him grabbed hold of that intrusion. Maddened he fought back. He crushed his muscles around that fucking tool. So far and no further.
He was squeezing that cockhead back out. The rape-raw flesh inside him was crushing on that intrusion. Refusing entry. Mad with rage at this act. Squeezing together. Wrapped around that evil torture tool. A wooden dildo coated with that evil goo. Korak, determined, fought like fuck! Squeezing hard on a cock smeared with evil sludge. Sensitive flesh pressed hard into poisonous muck.
And the more he fought, the more he squeezed his arse muscles to push that intrusion out ….. the more the burning grew. Suddenly there was like an explosion. Someone had thrown a match onto tinder-dry grass. A brief warming as flames spluttered into life. Then petrol had been thrown on the flames. A whoosh of heat. A deafening roar. Heat detonated in Korak’s insides.
That fucking goo. Up inside him! A firestorm that engulfed his guts. A roar of heat that raced up his insides. Incinerated his chest. His lungs on fire .. choking. Searing flames scorched up his throat. Burst into a roar .. an explosion of incomprehensible torture in his head. The fires leapt out of his gaping mouth in a tortured bawl.