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Subject: The Thrilling Chronicles of the Daltons 8 The Thrilling Chronicles of the Daltons Volume 1: Stranded Chapter 8 The sky had just started dimming when Santiago and the captain showed up at the bustling camp. Nobody noticed they were gone. The savages are very occupied with creating a much greater bonfire. There is something special going on tonight. They met up with the brothers and Lennard to alert them of the escape. Zack, Zane, and the Captain went separate ways to notify the others while Santiago took Lennard with him to sabotage the savages’ supper. Santiago and Lennard crept past the field to where savages prepared their meals. They saw a gigantic pot-like ware over a fire. Santiago carefully opened the earthenware lid, and a gurgling soup galore was cooking inside. He emptied the two bottles of Valium tablets he found at the plane into the boiling soup. “What are those?” Lennard asked. “Valium. It will make those brutes dizzy and unconscious with this dosage.” The two were startled by Lennard’s savage mate, who approached them behind. He muttered one unfathomable speech before moving to take Lennard with him. Santiago stopped him promptly, fetched a wooden bowl, and filled it with the Valium-administered soup. He made an act of offering the bowl to the savage, which the latter naively accepted. The three of them started crossing the path back to the bonfire. At the field, Santiago told the lad, “What do you say about being my partner tonight?” Lennard threw him a cheerful smile but remembered the savage on his other side. “What about him?” The brute squinted, unable to comprehend what the two were saying. “He’ll be knocked out in an hour or so. Remember the Valium in the soup?” Santiago pointed back to where the pot of soup stood. “Okay!” Lennard replied with a grin. Thud. Beside him, the savage man fell to the moist soil. They thought he just tripped over a rock or something, but he lies motionless on the ground. Santiago approached him and checked his breathing. “Well, that was quicker than I thought. Maybe because I anadolu yakası escort forgot to stir the soup.” — The boy curled into a ball on his seat on the plane. Without the manly scent and those firm but gentle arms of his father, he knew that he would not be able to get some sleep tonight. He felt so alone and vulnerable. He miserably hoped that nothing unfavorable would happen to his beloved man. He has not even told him how much he loves him more than just as a son. The boy wanted to explain to his father his feelings, but it was hard for him. He was scared of how the man would react. But now, he has decided. After all this, he is going to tell him. The two of them never keep a thing from each other. He waited patiently, gazing into the darkness outside the plane. — Santiago breathed on the body scent of the lad sitting across his lap. Although Lennard smells sexy, and his body has started growing into an adult, Santiago could not help but long for his son’s vanilla-scented skin. At either side of them sat Zack and the captain. Zane sat on his brother much more comfortably now than the first night. He felt good with Zack’s hands on his waist. A young teen savage boy with skin darkened by the sun settled his perky bottom on the captain’s lap. Being stranded on a peculiar island brought the two brothers closer and made the captain discover a desire he never thought he had. Santiago noticed how tensed Lennard was. He picked up the lad’s arm and rested it around his nape, similar to Sebastian’s comfort spot. Santiago kneaded the lad’s tensed back and shoulders. The latter felt a stirring in his loins as he anticipated his night with the attractive man. There is something special with the third night. The bonfire is brighter than usual, and the savages seem more enthusiastic. They provided each pair with a bowl of clear oily substance. The same routine went on, starting from the savage chief’s enigmatic speech. Then the exploitation began. The chief bathed his fingers with the oil before blithely ankara anal escort sticking it up the butt of the white boy on his lap. The boy shrieked in the sudden invasion of two rough fingers. It scissored its way in, turning the boy into a squirming mess for a matter of minutes. Suddenly, the chief’s fingers reached a point that made the boy gasp. He continued to attack that spot, and the 14-year-old boy’s squirming of pain transformed into a novel bliss. He fiddled uncontrollably and twisted his legs up, granting access to his pink bud. The savage chief motioned for the others to start as well. Santiago watched in awe. He saw the tent building in Lennard’s loincloth. The lad’s anticipation kicked in when Santiago began unfastening his loincloth. A pink engorged phallus sprung free. Lennard felt the man’s hand stroking his thighs upward. The man’s finger wrapped his pole in a fist, and the lad’s body jerked. Santiago kissed his chest to calm the lad’s nerves. He roamed his hands downward to Lennard’s ball with wiry hairs and perineum before arriving at the lad’s admirably smooth crack. They made unbreaking eye contact as the tip of Santiago’s middle finger grazed and encircled the lad’s hole. “Have you done it before?” Santiago asked. Lennard shook his head. Too much anticipation on his writhing hole rendered him unable to speak. Santiago dipped his finger into the bowl of oil that Lennard was holding. “Relax, okay? I’ll make sure you are not hurt.” Santiago planted his lips on the lad’s chest. The touch sent electric pleasure all over Lennard’s body. Santiago used the chance to enter the lad. “Mmmph!” Lennard muttered. An inch of Santiago’s middle finger is inside him. Santiago resumed kissing the lad’s skin, tracing each mole on his neck. Lennard’s body relaxed, and his hole started pulling the rest of the finger inside. “Good boy,” Santiago praised the lad with a peck on the cheek. He waited for Lennard’s body to grow accustomed to the foreign finger. The captain has triumphantly inserted a finger ankara anal yapan escort into a savage boy and working his way in and out. His other hand kept the boy’s legs up to his chest. “Ow! I can’t do it. It hurts!” Zane hollered after Zack’s unsuccessful attempts to penetrate him. The brothers started nagging at each other. “Hey, hey! Zane, listen to me.” Santiago interrupted. “Do you trust your brother?” Zane briefly looked at his brother before saying, “Yeah.” “Good. You know Zack will not hurt you, right?” The boy nodded. “You need to relax and trust him. Zack, coat your finger more of that thing.” Zack did as Santiago instructed. Zane shut his eyes and waited for his brother’s finger to invade his tight hole. It went in smoothly this time. Santiago concentrated back on the lad across his lap where his finger was currently. He wiggled his finger out, and the twitching hole instantly wanted it back. He smeared his finger again before pouring the oily substance into the lad’s gawking hole. His finger has then effortlessly slid back into the sheath. He caressed the lad’s anal walls until Lennard loudly moaned. Santiago knew he had found the right button. Lennard’s pole kept twitching as Santiago manipulated his prostate. Beside them, the captain is unanticipatedly making out with the savage boy on his lap. Two of his fingers invaded the boy’s bottom as his tongue conquered the boy’s mouth. “Ngh! That felt good there, Zack!” Zane uttered. “You like that?” Zack intentionally brushed his finger to his brother’s button, making Zane groan. On the eastern log, the savage chief sat while mercilessly screwing the boy with three of his fingers. Loud obscene sounds accompanied the relentless thrusting. The boy had completely surrendered his hole and body to the chief without reservation. The boys answered each other with moans and groans, as one by one, they were milked to orgasms even if their peckers were left unattended. Zane and the savage boy with the captain came after, coating themselves with their ejaculate. Lennard has undergone a favorable paroxysm in Santiago’s arms as he had his first prostate orgasm. It was only a few minutes before the soup commenced knocking out the brutes. The captain signaled the others to stay alert using his fingers that were previously inside a savage boy’s butt. They are ready to move once the brutes fall into a deep sleep.
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