[MAKER'S CASTLE]
Novak went to co-worker, Wohan.
"You found them yet?" he asked.
"No, it's so difficult to find them through all these thickets," Wohan replied looking worried.
One of their co-workers and the foreman of the building they were making in the middle of the woods was missing since morning.
"Shit, we're lost too, I think," Novak murmured.
Wohan scratched his head, "I really don't understand why anyone would ask to renovate a destroyed, creepy castle in the middle of the woods. Away from society."
"I know. That Maker man must be coocoo," Novak suggested regarding the rich tycoon who ordered the castle to be refurbished.
Wohan's forehead crumpled, "hey. Did you hear that? I think there's a rustling of water here. Somewhere east."
"Maybe we should check it out," Novak suggested.
So they walked towards east. Suddenly, a dense fog met them. They both hid their heads and coughed. When the clouds cleared, a beautiful waterfall and stone formation seemed to appear magically in front of them.
Then they found the missing coworker, wetting himself by the waterfall, wearing nothing but trunks.
"Hey!" Wohan called out.
The co-worker turned to them. He seemed happy to see them. He ran to them.
"We were worried. People in the site suddenly could not find nor contact you. We already told your wife," Novak told him.
The co-worker who looked buffer shrugged, "well, now you see I'm safe."
"I didn't know you liked designer trunks," Wohan noticed.
The co-worker touched the lycra fabric, "oh yeah. I met the Maker. He gave it to me."
Wohan was dumbstruck, "woah. You met the Maker?! The one who orders to rebuild the castle?"
"Yeah. You want to meet him? He's with the foreman," the co-worker replied
They two of them agreed. And then suddenly another thick cloud of fog swept upon them, changing the scenery to a beach.
Novak scratched his head, "how the fuck did we get to a beach-- oh there's the foreman!"
They saw the foreman, who was also muscular, walking by the shore in black briefs.
Then a fair, beefy ripped stud met the foreman. The stud was naked.
The foreman dropped on his knees and sucked on the huge cock of the stud.
"Woooah. Shit?! Our foreman's gay?!" Wohan panicked, "and that's Maker?!"
The co-worker smiled, "yeah. Isn't he hot? We're serving him personally now!"
Then the co-worker ran towards the pornish scene and also knelt. He started kissing the Maker's balls.
"Shit. This is disgusting!" Novak bellowed.
"Look the Maker's looking at us, he wants us to come closer!" Wohan said dreamily.
"Shit. I don't want to be a part of this, shit-- Wohan... Where are you going?! Come back here!"
Novak chased his friend who suddenly ran to the homosexual threesome. He also felt the Maker's gaze as he got closer. It lured him to get nearer.
"Thank you for your service. Soon my new castle will be complete," the Maker declared with a deep voice, "it will be a stable for my hot new sex slaves."
"Wooooahhh..." Novak and Wohan chorused in awe.
"And when it's built, you shall leave everything behind and stay in the castle and be part of my mannequin collection," the Maker explained, "would you like that?"
"Yes..." Novak and Wohan muttered monotonously.
"Well then. Kiss your new master."
Novak and Wohan, whose minds have already been turned, leaned closer and both french kissed their new owner.
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