The Rise of the Titans - Prologue: Dhani

Chapter 2: The clearing

No family, no friends, alone for all Dhani could remember. 

The only thing he owned was a necklace adorned a star-like pendant. When Dhani left his shirt unbuttoned, the pounderous jewel caught the sun and sparkled, catching the eye of thieves and robbers. But the necklace could not be taken away from him. Accidents, brutal deaths, terrible punishments awaited anyone daring to touch it.

His oldest memory dated from four years ago. Before that, nothing. 

Dhani opened his eyes and found out he was lying on the forest ground, naked on a mattress of grass and flowers, empty of any memory. He was unhurt, as far as he could see, but every piece of his body that came before his eyes felt new, seen for the first time. He gazed at these hands, these arms, that skin of his that was so sensitive to touchn the fur of his belly, soft and curly. 

Above him, clouds white with light flew in the sky. The warm breeze helped Dhani make sense of his shape. and it was through pleasure that he grew conscient of his form. Pleasure to discover his legs, his head resting on a cushion of moss, his butt gliding on crushed grass. He began touching the body he saw, to take possession of himself as well as to extend the sensation of bliss that came from it. His hands moved over his thighs, grasped at the muscles underneath, he crammed his fingers through his bush and found the hair to be equally gruff and silky. He explored his torso covered in an even more delicate fluff and took first notice of a necklace around his neck.

Then, Dhani saw the organ betwen his legs rise and grow and harden. The more it grew, the more he wanted to grab and squeeze it. A second later, Dhani discovered masturbation and he rolled over wild orchids that wafted scents and perfumes as he crushed them under his butt.

Suddenly there was a noise and a man entered the glade, making Dhani jump. It was a man, no doubt about it : his pants were open and through the gaping fly, Dhani recognized the same organ as the one he himself was having fun with. And as soon as the stranger laid his eyes on Dhani, the pink and soft member started to inflate. It turned from beautiful to stunning and inescapable. Immediately, Dhani was washed over by one single desire : to take care of the man as he was himself.

The stranger with the open pants made no sound. His dreamy eyes unfocused and he fell on his knees. Dhani reached out and caught the stranger into his embrase. Lips joined and the fire raging inside Dhani burned brighter. 

While they kissed with fervor, Dhani opened everything there was to open, the shirt, the belt, pulling the pants and helping the silent stranger out of his every clothes.

His shoulders a world to travel, his belly mounds and hills for his lips to explore, his bearded cheeks, the taste of his mouth and his face like wind on the road, Dhani rolled over the stranger he had undressed. The other man grabbed him in return, squeezed him, held him tight and Dhani moaned with bliss. 

Then his hands found their way to the warm throbbing pulling up the man's belly. He caressed it as he had caressed his own, guided by the growling and movements and kisses of the stranger who grabbed at him back. THey kissed and they fondled and Dhani thought nothing could beat this.

Then the stranger pushed him on his back and rolled over him, head over feet, to take his manhood inside his mouth. Dhani suffocated. Paralysed by the intense pleasure, he could do nothing for a while, nothing but grab the man by the hips and burry his face inside his crotch. He stayed there in disbelief, his mouth gaping for air pressed on the stranger's balls and shaft. Then came the overpowering desire to reward the stranger for his prowess. And so, albeit ignorant of the matters of love, Dhani swallowed the member that beat so hard on his face.

The two men moved this way and that, fooling around and getting crazy.  Dhani found himself on top, free to move and able to appreciate in all amplitude the pungent and tasteful organ. Dhani found himself pinned down, stuck between a pair of sweaty thighs and he clutched at the man to help him shove deeper and fill his throat even more. Dhani found himself on the side and the two lovers fell into the same wavey rhythm.

And pleasure rose, and rose and kept on rising as if it was limitless.

Dhani was going faster and faster, gorging himself with fluids, passionnate about the flesh that sparkled on his virgin lips and tongue. Giving it all up to pleasure given and received, the young man paid no heed to the moanings of his lover or to the crispations of his hands on his butt. And suddenly the other man seized Dhani by the head and a powerful jet of salty cream his mouth. The stranger cried and cried and one after another gush splashed inside Dhani who swallowed and kept sucking, surprised and delighted. This reaction was so intense Dhani got carried away and he also ejaculated. For the forst time. His cried topped the ones from the stranger and he rolled on his back, a fire turned to flesh, life itself as an explosion. 

When it was done, the two lovers fell back against one another. Sweaty, gooey, they could not stop kissing either lips or organs. Tastes and smells were astounding and when the stranger took Dhani back in his arms for more kissing, the young man detected through the mixture of semen traces of his own intimacy.

The two men cuddled still. Dhani wiped the sweat off the hairy chest and balls. The other bit his chin and licked his nipples, his lids half-closed. How long did this last? Hours, probably. The sun was lowering his rays in the sky. 

Now that some kind of peace came to Dhani, he realized how much his lover seemed out of here, his gaze foggy rather than sharp. He seemed elsewhere, even if his lips called for Dhani's and his hands kept touching and caressing. 

The stranger's blue eyes only focused when they fell on the necklace Dhani wore, and the star-shaped pendant hanging off of it. 

Another kind of fire kindled behind the pupils, a dark and evil light that made Dhani shiver. Suddenly the stranger jumped to his feet, pushed Dhani on his back and grabbed his necklace. The string ripped and the naked thief began to run away.

He only made a few steps. Not yet out of the glade, he turn in to a great fire that burnt him to the ground. A second later, it was over and there was nothing left of the stranger but a heap of ashes. On top shone the pendant. 

Intact. Not even singed by the flames.

Speechless, exhauted by sex and shaken by the sudden horror, Dhani managed to rise up from the ground. He took back his jewel and looked around him. There were clothing on the ground, but only the stranger's. Had Dhani arrived here naked? Sundown was nigh and Dhani had to act. He put on the clothes and left the clearing.

Ouf of the bushes, he found a path. Nearby waited a horse packed with goods to sell. There was no one. Dhani had a vision : the young stranger had been a merchant, traveling in the forest on his way to a fair. He stops to have a pee, opens his pants, takes his stuff out and release himself. When he is done, he sees a naked body lying on the grass. His member out, he comes closer to investigate, only to meet his own doom.

Dhani shook his head, trying to get rid of the image of the human torche. He untied the horse and jumped on his back.