When he arrived at Hornchurch country park he was fully clothed.
Now he was only in his tight boxers, with his back pack on his back.
Not that he was complaining. He was in the presence of the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He even believed that before the tall stranger used his love spell on the boi.
"Owww Park Boi I like you. The skin..." he tenderly strokes the abs and pecs... "the hard squashy nipples..." he squeezes them both earning a moan from the dumb happy boi. "The bulge..." he squeezes the boner trying to break free.
"But the main reason you will be a house slave... on display is because of your eyes... a beautiful chocolate brown and those cheek bones." He strokes the face.
"You see in the world there are rare people. Who resemble the people of Ancient Rome and Greece sculpted by the gods themselves. Infact that's where I get my powers from. You and my newly acquired forest boi are those people. Now come my boi lets go home.."
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The Stranger chronicles
Fiksi PenggemarEvery now and then someone goes missing. Normally the police say it was accidental. But what of it wasn't? What if a man out there was forming a legion?
