Boobs and Pizza Everywhere but not a Drop to Eat, A Modern-Day Tantalus Tale
For Louis. A Greek Mythology Tantalus erotic torturous fantasy in modern day.
Charles wiped the drool from the corner of his otherwise dry mouth. His level of thirst was reaching a painful level as he trudged through the dense vegetation. If only his feet weren’t sopping wet, maybe he’d be able to tolerate the hunger, but it all made him ornery as hell.
The sun was beating down on him but that wouldn’t stop his trek. He’d known the last clue was the key to finding the lake. He also intended on making it there by nightfall, even if he had to sleep in a tree. The large snakes and gators meant he’d never be able to sleep in the ground or he’d be dinner.
Speaking of dinner, he hallucinated pizzas everywhere he looked. It was a rare form of torture his brain kept hurling him into. And damn, his cock wouldn’t stop announcing his daily meat choking hadn’t happened yet.
He squirmed beneath the beating sunrays as he contemplated masturbating. If he couldn’t meet his other needs, maybe climaxing would do the trick.
He pulled out his cock and began to stroke himself. He was amazed that his body could still make precum with how dehydrated he was. But his balls were likely misers, stealing fluid from other parts of his body to…
