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Compromising Dreams pt. 11this story is part of the FanClub (mm:romantic, 1377 words) [11/15] show all parts

Author: Mark Apoapsis
Added: Jul 10 2004Views / Reads: 402 / 298 [74%]Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My roommate steals my heart
 


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My pagan captors stretched my armored limbs out and bound them to the corners of the altar. Their king -- or was he their high priest? or both? -- loomed over me and produced a can opener. He stuck the sharp tip into a weak spot in my breastplate and began prying it open. The half-naked savages around me began removing the armor on my arms and legs. Each had his own can opener. That explained why we had so many in the kitchen drawers, I realized vaguely.

Soon they had me stripped of my armor. Underneath, I was wearing a white shirt and a tie. The pagan king brought a stone knife to my throat; I thought he was going to slit my throat, but he had no such easy death in mind for me. He used it to cut my tie off. Obviously the savage had never seen such a thing and had no idea how to remove it non-destructively. Then he ripped my shirt open, exposing my bare chest. The savages murmured to each other in their uncouth language at the sight of the black swirls of hair covering my chest, so much more manly than their own smooth torsos. A dozen hands reached out to touch it. For a moment, despite my helpless situation, I took pride in my own inherent superiority.

Then one of the savages took out a can of shaving cream and began coating my entire chest and belly with the foamy white cream. I watched in helpless horror. The king then held a razor before my eyes. Its plastic handle was stained with old blood from previous sacrifices, but its twin stainless-steel blades gleamed in the tropical sunlight. He ...

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