D-Topia ~ Two

…Continued…

**Chapter Three – Back to the Present**

Staring at this handsome, powerful foreigner, hip deep in my swimming hole, was bringing up some very unwanted memories, ones I had tried very hard to bury, very deep, so deep that they would never resurface.

I hated him on sight.

From the vaguely Asian cant of his beautifully over-lashed eyes, to the full, sensual curve of his lips, and right on down to his broad, leanly muscled chest and washboard abs, and the hand that was fisted around – holy fuck! I thought as my lids automatically slammed down to block out what I was seeing – too late. That fucker is totally wanking his big, fat foreign cock in my swimming hole!

Desecration.

Normally, when my sanctuary was invaded, I would lay low and wait until the danger fucked off down the road, but this insult. Would. Not. Stand.

This stranger was a dead man, and even before the thought had fully solidified in my brain, my knife was already sliding from its sheath and I was making my silent and stealthy way towards the edge of my pond.

**Chapter Four: Mad Max**

Max hadn’t been clean in many fucking days, weeks probably, months? He couldn’t remember the last time he had access to clean, clear water and could drop his guard enough to enjoy bathing in it. He hadn’t seen a single human for days, or even signs of one. It’s no wonder, he thought, this isn’t the kind of place you just wander into by accident.

It had taken days to climb the steep mountain terrain, and bushwhack his way through the thick forest growth, tracking animal trails to try and find the best source of water – which he had; he was ‘bathing’ in it now. He applied the term ‘bathing’ loosely in his thoughts to encompass the long overdue activity of ‘releasing a little steam’.

Max wasn’t so far gone yet that he didn’t hear the change come over the forest, birds and insects going quiet, the soft and furtive rustlings of an animal or a human towards the edge of the pond. He continued on as if nothing had changed, although the possibility of someone happening upon him in such a compromising position brought a slight tinge of embarrassment to his cheeks, he’d rather be embarrassed and alive, than give himself away and end up dead.

Slowly he reoriented his direction to point towards the source of the noise, and slitted his eyes open to survey the area.

I have just died and gone to heaven, or someone just beat the shit out of me, I’m unconscious in a pool of my own blood and urine, and I’m in the middle of the best fucking fantasy of my death, he thought. For crouching at the edge of the pond, amidst the foliage was the most beautifully wild gypsy girl he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was taking in the show with some interest, licking her juicy, berry colored, cupid’s bow lips, a faint pink blush on her cheeks – from embarrassment or arousal, he wasn’t sure. He resolved to give her an even better show, maybe entice her into the water to join him for some mutual enjoyment.

…TBC…

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