Chapter One: The Escape
The two muscular young black men raced through the jungle as fast
as they could go, branches tearing at their smooth naked flesh. In their 19
years of life, the twins had never felt real fear. But here they were, running
as fast as they could, with one clear motivation.
Run or die.
They were sweating
profusely in the African heat, breathing hard and struggling to maintain focus.
They had been running for over two miles through some of the densest jungle in
Africa. Each man wore only a thin lion-skin pouch over his sizable manhood,
held tight only by narrow leather straps that ran over his hips connecting to
another strap that came up between his powerful legs firmly lodged in the deep
valley of his substantial butt cleavage. They had had no time to put on more
covering or footwear or grab weapons before fleeing their hut mere seconds
before the Council's warriors came for them. If they were going to survive
this, it would have to be with their brains and the power of their mighty
bodies.