The Lords against DJ

DJ in the River

                                       DJ in the River

DJ was shell-shocked. Standing at his place, feet glued where he was, the detective watched a very naked man slowly rising from the appeasing water bath in the scorching heat shining around. His breath hitched painfully when the said naked man started to grow bigger as he slowly walked towards Jerry while keeping a daring almost alert stare intact.

Taut muscles flexed along each movement, and water droplets cascaded down fast from the broad expanse of a chest to the navel and then to the bulging thighs, displaying an image of a man DJ wanted to become so bad in his miserable life.

Alas! That never happened

'life is unfair' he thought as he stood there watching the man he wanted to become, ascending from the small river, blowing DJ's logical senses for a long minute.

By that time, Yael had spotted the old man. The Lord was watchful of the old rescuer, who stood a few feet away from him and looked at him like he was in a trance, and observed him and his unusual movements silently.

Yael was one fine man and there wasn't any doubt about it, he was sculpted like a tough warrior and daunting although a little malnourished but still very strengthy, charming looking and broad. That fine specimen was no less than a Greek god with an intimidating aura and appearance that spoke volumes on its own.

All in all, the lord wasn't ashamed to showcase his body .....if anything, the man was proud.

Waking up from the tired slumber in the rock shelter, the first thing he did was to hunt the water supply nearby after checking around for any potential danger. To his luck, the task was accomplished a mere half a mile away where he found a small waterfall nestled between mountain structures, the large man didn't think about waiting before he shed his clothes and dived in.

Feeling refreshing cold water over his skin was the finest thing he had felt in those long months of wait, not being able to take a bath and rotting in that suffocating cell was in itself a huge torture. Chevy's men were nasty and so was he but that trait of theirs affected Yael more when they refused the request for a bath and pretended it to be the most bizarre request ever.

But now, in a span of a night, the time has changed and Lord Yael was free.

Celebrating his freedom, Yael cherished the opportunity to his heart. He dipped his head under the water to rinse off the dirt in his long locks, swam around in the luxury of that blissful stream and splashed water here and there as he rubbed his body to discard the layered filth over his pores the best he could.

The moments of such joy were incomparable but they didn't last long when alongside the sound of swishing water, an echo of his name fell over his ears. Classifying it as an error of his mind, since all it portrayed was the old man with a pretty voice, the man remained unfazed and resumed his cleaning until it happened again and this time, the voice was closer.

It wasn't an error......

With that thought, the lord then roused from the water with his huge build and silent aura only to find the source of that alluring voice calling for him, standing across from him at the edge of the small river with boots deep in water. Alberto, the old man, was far but not too far not to witness the utter amazement and shock he held in those dreamy orbs.

Making Yael feel a tingling sensation in his body.

While keeping the stare, the lord then moved under the water. With multiple ripples forming around him, Yael crossed the distance in several large strides making the water around him splash as he gradually revealed himself bare, like the day he was born, to the astonished eyes of the detective.