Adam looked up at the giant of a man with shock. He watched as he dropped his backpack and proceeded to
pull some rope from it.
"What are you doing?" Adam asked with a hint of worry in his voice.
"Gonna tie up your boyfriend there," Mark said grinning.
"NO!" Adam growled as he tried to protect and cover Rhyno with his body, gasping as he realized that hadn't
been the best idea once he saw the lust in the big man's eyes as it roamed his naked body.
Mark chuckled as he roughly grabbed Adam by his hair and pulled him up, wrapping one huge arm around
his waist and yanking him against his body. "I can see why he chose you as his life mate," Mark said growling
softly in his throat.
Adam whimpered as he was held against the huge man against his will. "Let me go, please," Adam begged,
fighting to hold back the tears.
Mark laughed out loud, "You're not going anywhere beautiful," he said with a husky voice, "You're going to
help me keep the manbeast in line."
Adam gasped. He was going to use him to get Rhyno. What did he mean to keep Rhyno in line? No! He
wouldn't allow the man to hurt Rhyno!
As Mark grabbed a handful of Adam's long blond hair, yanking his head backwards until his long neck was
exposed, Adam was trying to think of a way out of this. Adam jumped as he felt the man's hardness pressing
against his stomach. Adam brought his knee up hard, forcing the man to release him as he doubled over in
pain.
"Fuck!" Mark gasped as he tried to catch his breath.
Adam ran to Rhyno, shaking him, slapping his face as he tried to wake him all the while keeping a careful eye
on the big man. Deciding that Rhyno wasn't going to wake up, Adam tried to lift him, but immediately
dropped him. Damn, he was heavy.
Mark grinned as he reached for the gun, placing another dart in it.
Adam yelped in pain as something pierced the back of his right shoulder. He reached for it and pulled it out.
He stared in shock at the dart as he looked around at the man crouched on the ground, who was holding his
balls in one hand and the gun in the other.
"Want to play rough bitch?" Mark growled as his balls throbbed in pain, but enjoying the look of shock on
Adam's face. He smiled as he watched the beautiful young man fall next to Rhyno, unconscious. Grinning, he
retrieved the rope and proceeded to tie both of them up. Once they both were secure, he looked down at
Adam, gently caressing his face as he looked lustfully at the young man's body, mentally imaging how Adam
would look with his legs spread as he begged for more. "You belong to me now, boy," Mark growled
possessively.
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Chris sighed as he entered his hut. He couldn't control the smile that spread across his face as he thought of
the big man he had seen at the camp today. Suddenly his black pants were becoming too tight. He blushed as
he looked around to make sure no one was watching.
Forcing himself to push the mental image of the man from his mind, he knelt in prayer. Praying to anyone
who would listen that he needed help in fighting this temptation.
Temptation. Mark was surely a devil, how else could he be so tempting and arousing. His faith was surely
being tested. Images of himself kneeling on all fours as Mark rutted on top of him filled his mind.
Chris gasped as he felt someone watching him.
"Ms. McMahon," Chris said blushing as he stood, holding his hands in front of him to hide his erection. Great
he was a priest, but was sporting a major woody in front the richest woman on the island, Vince McMahon's
only daughter.
"Stephanie," she corrected, smiling as she looked at the handsome priest.
"How may I help you my child?"
"Child?" Stephanie asked with a smirk on her face. "I'm a woman, Christopher," she said approaching closer
to him. "I have needs. Wants. Desires."
Chris tensed as she walked around him, sizing him up.
"Tell me "Father" Chris, have you ever been with anyone? Male or female?" Stephanie asked with a grin.
"No!" Chris quickly retorted. "It is forbidden."
"Forbidden?" Stephanie asked grinning.
"Yes," Chris choked as Stephanie's hands released his long hair from the band, allowing it to cascade around
his shoulders.
She leaned in against his back, pressing her large breasts against him as she wrapped her arms around him,
her fingers playing with the button on his pants, smiling as she felt him tense. "I bet you taste delicious and
sweet. So innocent and pure," she purred in his ear as she nibbled at it.
Chris shivered as he imagined that it was the man from the jungle holding him in his huge tattooed arms.
"Father Christopher," a male voice called out from outside.
Chris jumped as he pulled away from Stephanie, trying to catch his breath. His superiors had been right
when they said the jungle was full of predators.
"I'll come back later for that forbidden fruit," Stephanie said grinning as she left through the back exit.
Chris sighed as he walked out, surprised to find Christian standing there.
"How may I help you Christian?"
"May I talk to you in private, Father Christopher?" Christian asked as he bowed his head, hiding his tears.
"Of course," Chris said, noting how distressed the young man seemed. He couldn't imagine losing a brother to
the jungle.
Once inside Christian fell onto his knees and started sobbing.
"Tell me what's wrong?" Chris whispered softly.
"I have sinned. It's my fault my brother is dead. God is punishing me."
