"If we're lucky." Gordon sighed. He really was hungry.
It was and Gordon didn't try to identify the various meats too closely. They were cooked and tasted good. And the maize and the vegetables were simple enough. He ate enough to make two meals. By the time it was done, they were in increasing darkness and Gordon was logy, well willing to go back to sleep.
Cecille was yawning, too, mightily. "I'm ready to turn in." he said.
"Nothing else to do." Gordon said.
"I wouldn't say that." Cecille said, but he yawned again. "But in the morning, rather, I think. If you don't mind."
"Just sleep sounds good to me." Gordon said. He lay down and sleep stole over him like a shroud.
He had an impression of being moved and shaken. But it wasn't until a stick of something foul burning was stuck under his nose that he jerked awake. He rose up, looked around. A large room, several native men in elaborate costumes near him. Torches lit up the place well enough, though darkness reigned beyond their circles over most of the room.
Where the hell was he? He'd been taken from the cell while still asleep. My God, the food had been drugged! "Cecille!" He called out and the men near him grabbed him as he started to jump off the table. He was on a stone table of some sort and he was totally naked!
"Oh, God, I'm on an altar!" He said as he realized what it was.
He was held down while one man put a cup to his lips. His head was held upwards so he could drink from it. He drank from it, he didn't have a choice the way they were shoving it at him. They made him take three or four swallows of it, though they didn't make him drain the cup. He lay back when done, the fumes of that drink had made him woozy.
Too woozy. Damn, another drug! This one was like alcohol, only more so. His body tingled, came alive. He didn't feel incapacitated now, he felt...alive! Very alive! Exhilarated! He couldn't help it, he giggled.
The men let him go, but he didn't try to get up. It felt too good just to lie where he was and enjoy this sensation of well-being. If he'd been outdoors, he would have looked for animals in the shapes of clouds. But the play of the torchlight on the ceiling, and the murals that were up there, were enough to delight his fancy. He lay there and looked at the dancing, shifting colors, and a big smile plastered itself on his face.
He ignored blithely the ceremony going on around it, it didn't seem to concern him any. Some men were chanting but that was their business. He had enough to keep him happy, just lying on this comfortable stone, watching the lights.
The hand on his cock wasn't a distraction, it was like part of the light show he was watching. He let it pump at his shaft, let the pleasure that wafted up from there.
When the mouth closed over his dong, he looked down and noted with bemusement that it was a T-Rex that was sucking his cock. Extraordinary. The mouth felt nice and human and warm and moist, and it was plying itself over his pud with exceptional skill. Well, if the King Lizard wanted to be that friendly, it was fine with Gordon. He let his hands play out lazily, when they each bumped into a man's leg, he followed that clue on to find the prick that lay at the junction of those legs, and then he had a hard brown cock in each hand and he was jacking them while the T-Rex sucked him.
One of the men Gordon was jerking moaned and shot his wad rather quickly, Gordon heard the groans and then felt the hot wet splats land on his chest, and he chuckled at the man's lack of control. "Silly fellow." he chided the man with mock seriousness. "You can't shoot it that fast, if you do, you don't get any of this!" And he rose up enough to lean over and take the other cock he had hold of into his mouth. None of the men present made a move to stop him from doing that.
And the T-Rex sucked him on and on. That was feeling damned good down there and Gordon took his now-free hands and reached down to stroke that snout . It was cold and dry under his hands, and he realized with some bemusement that this was a headdress of some kind, not an actual T-Rex. The man wearing it was who was sucking him. Good, that explained that talented tongue lapping at him as the mouth wove back and forth, delighting his shaft with every motion.
The man Gordon was sucking began to groan and the man's hands caught Gordon's head and hunched at his face. Gordon kept his lips tight about the prick and the man gave out a long growl and that dong erupted into Gordon's mouth. Gordon drank it, even though he tittered like a silly girl at the way this man had no control at all, none at all. He came too fast...or was that another man he'd been jerking. His brain refused to wrap around the facts, were there one or two men he had been jerking.
Another man stepped up to Gordon and his cock was an angry staff pointing at him demandingly. "Now, now, you be patient." Gordon said as he opened his mouth and the man shoved the cock in. This cock was bigger than Gordon remembered, he had sucked it off already and it was harder and bigger than ever...or was it? This was getting damned confusing here! Just how many men were involved here.
There was one man sucking on his cock, making all sorts of pleasant sensations rush up his body and there was the man he was sucking and there was the man sucking him and that felt good, really good, and the man he was sucking, that was tasting pretty good right now too, uh, how many did that make?
Ah, who cares? he told himself. Just suck on it and be sucked and we'll figure it all out later!
This hard, long dong seemed somewhat familiar and he looked up and saw it was one of the guards he and Cecille had been with earlier that day. Fancy meeting you here! He thought at the man, and would have said it, but something was blocking his throat right now, he couldn't think what. He sucked cock and puzzled why he couldn't talk at the same time as he sucked. A man ought to be able to do it if he thought about it, shouldn't he?
Man, he couldn't think at all, the way that mouth was working on his dick! He shuddered, it felt so good, thought was banished, thought was needless, thought was wasted here, he felt something more important take over his brain, and this was good, this was really fantastic, damn it! He grunted around that cock he was working on and choked almost and then Gordon's dick exploded into that T-Rex's mouth, which drank at him ardently, gulping down his load as fast as he squirted it out. (And why hadn't he noticed he had a T-Rex sucking his cock before? A fellow ought to see such things, shouldn't he? Very puzzling, things were changing on him too fast here, reality was taking a real beating!)
Then the man pulled out of Gordon's mouth and Gordon felt his legs being pulled around and then that slippery pud was being stuffed at Gordon's ass. The man missed at first, and Gordon thought about drawing the guy a map of his ass so he could find it (he wondered what landmarks he could use, the ass was such a featureless plain, after all! Maybe he had some acne bumps down there he could chart. Have to take a good look at his ass and figure it out, just look down there and he could see it easy enough, he was certain).
Ah, the guy had his butthole found and now that huge prick was being crammed into him. Gordon gasped and groaned as his ass was being stretched out for this dick, and the T-Rex caught hold of him and held him still while the native finished stuffing his dusky-colored schlong into him and his hips began to drive it in and out of Gordon.
The feel of that dick on his prostate was like explosions igniting in Gordon's brain, he felt his body shivering in a new sort of orgasm, it was like his brain climbed up the to the height of joy and just...stayed there. His cock pumped out some more jizz, but that was incidental, his pleasure had nothing to do with that, it was an unimportant side-effect.
The T-Rex (no, it was a man in a T-Rex's headdress, when did that happen? What had happened to the T-Rex that had sucked him and the one fucking him...no, that was a man, not a big lizard! Gordon wished the world would quit changing on him, damn it!), the man in the T-Rex suit laughed and said something to Gordon as the thick pud was rammed in and out of his butt.
It sounded like a joke to Gordon, he didn't understand it, but that didn't matter, he laughed heartily anyhow, he was feeling too good to spoil someone's fun by not understanding their joke, and laughed and he kept laughing and the man fucking him laughed, too, and the man's cock pumped back and forth, shivering Gordon's butt, and Gordon was so close to coming, but couldn't actually make it, it had been going on a while, when would he come?
The native had no such problems, he began to grunt loudly and then he almost screamed out a phrase and then he was jetting his juice into Gordon's bowels, and Gordon laughed, and he was at the crest of climax, and why did his dick not shoot out any jism, it ought to, damn it, it just sort of whimpered and send pleasure signals racing up to him, on and on and on.
The man finished and panting, leaned over and kissed Gordon and Gordon kissed him back, ardently, fervently, and then the man released him and Gordon was turned around and his arms and legs were held outstretched and Gordon looked up to see the T-Rex was holding both hands over its head.
It had a big knife in those hands, what was it going to do with that? Why would a T-Rex have a knife at all? It didn't need one!
Why were these men holding him down. Why didn't they fuck with him some more? Were they all done? What was going to happen next?
The way they were all acting, it was going to be spectacular. Gordon, grinning, he watched the gleaming knife as it was shifted to be held tighter in the hands. That T-Rex was about to ram that knife downwards really hard.
It was time. Gordon waited eagerly for the conclusion of this very odd ritual. He wondered how it would end.