The luxurious heat radiated through my skin from all directions. My achy muscles relaxed and melted into the soft, dry sand beneath my back. Soft music danced lightly all around me, tugging at my soul, calling me to let go and dissolve into the all-encompassing song. My eyes opened, and a vast, bright aurora surrounded my consciousness.
Then it blinded me.
I shut my eyes. My brain was fuzzy. A million questions buzzed through my head, none coherent enough to articulate.
I squinted my eyes back open, but I couldn't make out a thing through the cutting light. I moved my legs, but my legs stubbornly refused, and behind blunt numbness, a multitude of tiny pinpricks stabbed through my awareness. As the sensation crept from my toes to my thighs, rays of light morphed into a ruthless sun dominating a cloudless sky. I remembered the song, and saw it fading and splitting until I could only make out one ear-piercing tone. My skull cracked, and my mind absorbed the excruciating ringing like a dry sponge in cold water.
I abruptly sat up, my body and head lagging behind me and my surroundings twirling around me. I bent over, nauseous, and as the dizziness subsided, time shifted forward and found me.
How do I get back?
A man's foot stepped into the sand beside me. Tanned and covered in sand, I followed his trail of dark hair up the man's muscled and weathered leg. He was wearing frayed, khaki cargos that hung loosely below his waist. Shirtless, he had a dark, slightly plump, hairy stomach. His coarse, sweaty hair ran from his bulbous belly button down beneath his shorts. I let myself become lost in the subtle curvature of his image. I felt relieved, and breathed for the first time since I woke.
"I said, are you lost, son?"
I tore my gaze away and upwards towards the low, booming voice. A middle-aged, hard looking man with penetrating eyes looked back at me, somehow telling me I was indeed lost. It wasn't a question.
"Where am I?"
"You're on my property, is where you're at. How did you get here?"
"I don't know."
Suddenly, I felt unbearably intimidated, so I struggled to get up and out from under the towering man's gaze. My legs wobbled, and I found myself on my knees unable to stand.
"Shit. I must be a little weak."
"You look weak."
That hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Where are you from?"
I thought about it, but I couldn't make my brain cooperate. Where did I come from? I couldn't formulate an image of anything I've ever done, or anywhere I've ever been.
Instead of answering the man, I just looked up at him, confused. His eyes penetrated my being and my insides froze to ice. My heart pounded. The only thing I knew was this stranger's razor sharp gaze could see everything about me. I didn't just feel vulnerable, I felt I was balancing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to see if he'd let me fall.
He sighed, impatiently, and I felt an intense dread like I was about to be in some serious shit.
"What's your name? Do you know that, dopey?"
"Uh...I-"
"Forget it."
Fuck! How did I get in this mess? Where the hell am I? The stranger looked down at me and smiled. My heart jumped. Is he pleased?
"I could use a nameless, witless young fellow, actually. Follow me."
He turned and started inland.
Inland? I turned around and saw for the first time the vast, blue ocean spread across the horizon. The waves were shallow and broke hesitantly, as if not wanting to disturb the calm surrounding me. The soothing sound of the tide drowned out the remnant of my ringing ears. The view was a sharp contrast to the anxiety swelling within me. I need to follow this guy. Oddly, it's the only thing I want.
I scrambled onto my feet and turned around. My legs seemed to have regained some of their strength, and the numbness was all but gone. The man was only a few yards from the thick tree line, so I stumbled forward. I don't want to lose this guy!
As I approached the man striding forward, walking with a strong sense of purpose it seemed, I took time to admire the robust mammoth that was his back. Furry, but not as dense as his front side, I could make out every groove of every muscle I didn't know existed except on this man. The shine of his sweat reflected his massive lats bulging underneath each arm. His shoulders fluently swayed in rhythm with his walk, exaggerating their enormous width.
I was completely hypnotized. Magnetized. I stumbled forward in a daze, enjoying and sucking in his brute strength.
As I caught up, he turned around and looked at me. The sense of intimidation returned, and I loved it. I would follow this man anywhere!
"My home is a short walk through the jungle. Hold on to my waist band, and stay close. It'll get dark, and I don't want to carry you if you step on the wrong snake. Most are poisonous around here."
As he turned, I grabbed his shorts, and we stepped through the tree line. How could it be so dark just from a bunch of trees? I could barely make out the outline of his back, but I could feel his warm skin sinking into the backs of my fingers, and I felt a rush of ecstasy. I cautiously let the weight of my hand slightly pull down his shorts wondering if he would notice. He continued burrowing through the dense shrubs without hesitation, so I let my hand rest there.
I wanted so bad to touch his muscular, hairy butt. The sweat felt so good, and I let a finger wonder around the top his crack. I let out of sigh of released tension and startled myself when I realized how loud I was. Abruptly, he stopped, and I face planted right between his shoulders. Jumping back, I felt exhilarated as his sweat rolled down my nose and cheeks, but frightened as hell wondering if he knew what I was doing purposefully.
I felt like a mouse as he turned around. He stared at me for what seemed like hours, but under the darkness I couldn't make out even a hint of an expression.
"You can let go now."
Fuck! I immediately let go and stumbled backwards. My foot caught the edge of a root or something and I fell backwards hard.
"Get the fuck up!" he yelled.
I scrambled up and started brushing the dirt and leaves off me when I felt something, or somethings, crawling all over my back.
"Shit! Something's all over me!"
"I know. You fell on an ant hill, dopey. You're going to be in pain for days if you don't get to my shack. If I were you, I'd hurry."
He walked into the darkness and disappeared. I ran in the same direction and stumbled into a clearing. A plain, wooden, little house stood in the middle of the grassy expansion. I could finally see the sun.
I ripped off my shirt and brushed off several of the biggest red ants I've ever seen.
"Shoes and pants, too."
"What? Why-?"
"You're not going to infest my home with your stupidity. Also, I don't like ants. Take off your clothes."
My lower back was already starting to burn, so I quickly obliged. After I removed my pants, I looked up. "Underwear too, dopey." He was smiling from ear to ear.
"OK," I said reluctantly.
I pulled down and stepped out of my underwear. Under his intimidating stare, I was incredibly self-conscious. His gaze, once cutting right through me, now looked at me like I was livestock. His eyes measured me from my neck down, resting on my small, soft dick, and then down my legs.
"Turn around."
I slowly turned around. What's he doing? I heard him step forward. I felt so awkward. He must be right behind me! I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, frozen.
Then, I heard his breathing. It was rough, but it was slow. It was relaxed. I closed my eyes, still nervous.
The sound of his breath got closer and heavier. Then I felt warm air on the back of neck. I let it envelop me. My breathing slowed as I focused on his. He grunted, and the sound filled me with longing. My breath was his breath. I was his.
The breathing stopped, and I heard him step away. I opened my eyes again, and awoke from my trance, but now feeling completely calm with my current state of vulnerability.
"I don't see any ants," he said gruffly.
Did I imagine everything? "That's...good," I slowly replied.
"Come on. Lets get inside."
He opened the door to the small house, and walked through.
Inside, there was a bed, and there was another door. There wasn't room for anything else. The man sat down on the bed and looked at me. "Alright, so I need a pet. I need a toy. And I need helper. That's where you come in. Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? Have a seat."
Confused, I slowly walked to the bed.
"On the floor, dopey," he said smiling.
"OK.."
"But close the door first. Were you raised in a shack?"
I laughed, and he just looked at me.
"OK.." I closed the door to his shack, and sat down on the wooden floor.
"As I was saying, I need...a fellow...to help me out. And we start right after you agree. Do you agree?"
"Agree to what?"
"I could use you. Will you help?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Good. Now that that's settled," he explained with a twisted smile, and rubbing his hands together, "time to get you settled. Go ahead and stand up against the wall."
"Do you have any spare clothes I could borrow?" I asked getting back on my feet.
"No."
I waited for more, but he just looked at me. "Against the wall."
I backed up against the wall. "No, no. Turn around."
"OK." What's he going to do? Does he want me naked? What does he want from me?
The man came up behind me, grabbed both of my wrists, and lifted them above my head. He's so close! And I'm so naked! I could hear his breathing again, and I relaxed, enjoying his touch. Then he started tying my wrists together. Whatever he wanted. I'm his now. My arms became jello as he lifted my hands and tied them to a hook on the ceiling.
"Now, I want you to meet my other pet. Johnson."
Fuck yes! This is what I want! Nothing matters except what happens next. I started shaking in anticipation. I knew what was coming. I felt a heavy leather rope being placed around my neck. Caught up in the moment, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as the noose tightened. I heard a hiss in front of me. I opened my eyes and the snake stared right back at me.
"What the fuck!" I started thrashing and yelling, "Get this thing off me!"
"Relax. This one don't bite. But the more you struggle, the more he'll tighten."
"I'm not-" I couldn't talk. I couldn't breath. The monster stared back at me, and I was absorbed by panic. I thrashed around, trying to scream. Tears fell down from my bulging eyes. I thrashed and struggled, trying to get free. Did he lure me in here just watch me die?
"Shhhhh...." His voice seemed to come inside my head. "Relax, son. I'm here." Then he wrapped his huge arms around me, and I melted. I could feel his warm hairy skin against my naked back. He held me tight, and I stopped struggling. I was going to die, but I was going to die with him around me. I couldn't feel the snake, or my neck or anything, but I felt his warmth, and I felt his heart beating hard from my back and through my chest. He was beating inside me. The only thing that existed was him. His chest rose, and I inhaled. His chest fell, and I exhaled. He was breathing for me. He was life. I was his.
I vaguely felt the snake slither off of me, and the man untying me. He helped me to his bed, and I laid down, exhausted. Relieved. Content. In heaven.
He wrapped his arms around me, then his legs, and I dissolved inside of him. The luxurious heat from his body radiated through my skin from all directions. My achy muscles relaxed and melted into his warm chest behind my back. Soft music danced lightly all around me to the rhythm of his breath, and it tugged at my soul, calling me to let go and dissolve into the all-encompassing song. My eyes closed, and a vast, bright aurora surrounded my dreams.