Trapped
Luke inhaled, then sighed deeply as he fell against a mossy boulder. "I should've ran," He recounted silently. "I knew there was more of them than we were told. We had no chance in hell! Maybe if I'd been there earlier they would've sur-- No!" He whipped head to one side. "Can't start thinking that way. I survived by chance, gotta move on."
The deep wound on his right shoulder started gushing again, and hot searing pain blanketed the area. "Damn." He screamed sharply as he grabbed the spot under the wound. "I hope that bastard's burning in the hells for this!" His bloodied right arm hung limply as he struggled to stand.
Abruptly, he stopped as a horn called out in the distance. "They know I survived!" He thought fiercely as he started in a half-sprint towards the distant forest. His heart pounded in his chest, and his lungs burned like fire.
As he reached the horizon of the trees, he fell. Sluggishly, he tried to stand only to have his knees fail underneath him. He became aware of his shoulder and a glance told him he was in trouble. The blood was rushing in steady streams as he laid on the ground. He fought to stay awake as his eyelids started falling. Each moment felt slower and slower, finally his eyelids closed. He heard the wind blowing through the trees. Their rustling leaves, a comforting sound, as he slipped from consciousness.
***
Luke shot up from the cot he rested on. His right shoulder gave a dull ache of protest, but he ignored it. His eyes shot around the room, and his senses roared awake. The room was dark, and by the feeling in the air, incredibly moist. His sole companion was the torchlight that danced freely through the top bars of the door, and through a small slot at waist level. It was a cell.
His eyes adjusted momentarily to the lighting. On the floor sat a small iron tray with foodstuffs neatly organized on it. He realized he was hungry and quickly sat down to eat. He gorged through the not so tasty food, but at least he felt full afterwards.
He heard a snicker and looked up to the Iron Bars. A male reptile with a deep scar on the left side of his face stood there looking in, he ducked down, then his hand came through the waist slot. It took all of Luke's strength not to smash the Iron tray into his dark green scaled claws, but the male looked like he could take care of himself, so he handed it over politely. The male took the plate and held it as he stood in silent guard, eventually the loud chatter of plates on a cart disrupted the silence.
The guard spoke to the cook in their guttural language. Luke gave up trying to understand what they were saying, until he heard them laughing, and assumed it was a joke at his expense. With nothing to do he laid back down on his cot, eventually falling into the false security of sleep.
He was jolted awake as a Lizard pinned his hands above his head within a single powerful grip. He thrashed his legs trying to force the large male off of him. The male sat on his legs, his weight successfully holding them against the cot. The male stroked his large erection wit h his free hand, smiling when he saw the horror in Luke's eyes. Luke closed his eyes, readying himself for the pain that would soon be inflicted on him.
The sound of cracking bone shattered the air, and the male fell limp. Luke opened his eyes, and was amazed. The scarred male stood with a club behind the other male, his powerful chest rising with each breath he drew. The scarred male grabbed the slumped over body of the other and dragged him out of the room, shutting the cell door behind himself.
Moments drew by, and finally, Luke heard the scarred male returning to stand guard over his cell door. Peering out from the bar's, he caught a better glimpse of the male. His face was elongated, and the vertical scar cut down from the top of his head to the bottom of his chin. His abs were tightly laced, like dark green armor plating, each bulge moved as he breathed. The beautiful torso crescendo into an equally beautiful black-skinned loincloth. Luke's eyes lingered long than he'd liked. "Hey!" He said after breaking his eyes away from the enticing body.
The male's deep grace was shown in his slow purposeful walk, he looked through the barred semi-circle in the door. "Luke." Luke said as he pointed to himself.
The male must have understood him because he gestured to himself before speaking. "Tylus."
Luke slid his hand slowly through the bar, as Tylus's suspicious gaze fell upon him. He held it up slowly, and closed his eyes when his hand made contact with the skin. It was smooth like silk, and it reminded him of a snake he held once. He felt the brush of a clawed hand rest upon his own face, Luke caught his breath as he felt a lust growing inside himself. The claw began to tickle his face with gentle strokes, as if enticing Luke. Tylus groaned intensely, as sensual thoughts took hold of his mind.
He pulled his hands away to manipulate the lock, it clicked. The door flew open and Tylus stood there. A grin crossed his face, conveying several sinful thoughts to Luke.
They strutted seductively towards each other, and caressed. Luke could feel the large cock under the loincloth as they pressed harder into each other's body. Luke dug his teeth into the male's neck, dragging his teeth across it's smooth surface. His right innocently held Tylus against himself, as his devilish left hand slid down to the loincloth knot in the back. He disrobed the male with a quick tug.
Tylus was well equipped, his sex was long and throbbing. He winked affectionately as he ran his hand along his shaft. Luke's heart quickened when he saw the male sit down on his cot. Tylus ran his own silky reptilian hands down his chest, thrusting the air seductively. Luke's own cock was throbbing to the point of pain. It's tender surface screamed to fuck. He slid his pants down, and left it hanging as he removed his shirt.
Luke slid to his knees in front of Tylus. The dominant Tylus grinned, as he grasped his own cock, and pointed it towards Luke's wet mouth. Luke grabbed it, his mouth wrapping around the massive cock. The warm taste of cock filled his mouth. The sensations of a first sucking gave a warm glow to Tylus's face. Luke's eyed the face of his lover, and began to rub his own cock. He licked the smooth head, pressing his tongue into the large hole. Abruptly, he stopped.
Tylus sat calmly, even though his urges were betrayed by his face. Tylus raised his hand and rotated his finger with a grin. Luke turned around and felt the large gripping hands guide him towards the towering cock behind him. He felt warmth of the cock on his hole, and gradually he started expanding. The sleek scaled cock penetrated him, slowly it crawled deeper inside.
Tylus started biting Luke's neck, his sharp teeth rubbing his warm flesh. He pumped, rocketing his cock upward into his ass. A moan slipped from Luke's lips, it's deep sound echoed his pleasure. Tylus quickened his pumps, causing Luke's ass to clench uncontrollably. His shaft tickled, and throbbed. His mouth dropped open as he start to cum. Luke could feel the incredibly warm cum, splurging deep inside his rear. It ran down Tylus's shaft, pooling around the base of his enormous cock.
Tylus grunted sharply, as Luke rotated around the large shaft of the cock. He embraced the young male between his arms, the euphoria of love filling his heart. The feeling amplified when the large, muscular arms squeezed him tightly. He barely noticed when one arm fell away to wrap it's hand around his white cock. Tylus squeezed it, sending shivers down Luke's spine. He leaned back on his other arm, and began to pump it, over and over until he was the hardest he'd ever been.
Tylus gave a quick growl and motioned with his head to his side. Luke promptly got off, and sat beside Tylus. Tylus got on his hands and knees in front of Luke; his powerful tail slithering in the air as he held it erect. His butt hole was tightened, the muscles around it as buff as the other parts of his body. One clawed hand started to rub his big round cheek in gentle cupped circles, it slapped the cheek.
Luke fell greedily to his knees, his cock throbbing for a nice tight ass. He rubbed his cock head against the tight hole watching it as it reacted. He started to penetrate, sliding in each delicate inch by delicate inch. He knew he was doing it right when a deep moan echoed in the cell. Tylus squeezed, shaping his hole around Luke's average cock.
Luke pounded the tight ass, feeling it react. He placed his hands on either side of his torso. Slowly, he pulled out watching the ass slowly close. The male was loose, he noticed. He grasped the male's sides, jamming his his cock inside of him. The male's moan grew louder, he pounded him again. He moaned too, as his shaft started to tickle, and cum started to run. At first it dribbled, but he wanted more. He pumped with a fury, the cheeks slapping against his thigh. Large streams erupted from his cock hole, He let it out, not able to control it.
Tylus pulled off, and out of Luke's grip. As he opened the cell door, he grinned at Luke. He, no, they were in love. He only wish the male knew how dangerous their love could be. He shook his head as he headed out the cell door, and back to his lonely hut.