It’s been rumored that an ancient city of gold, El Dorado, remained hidden somewhere in South America. Little did people know that the city was named “the city of gold” not solely due to the mineral. No sir, the city was magical. A young adventurer and treasure hunter by the name of John Strider sought out this strange city.
John was 22 and was hoping to prove his worth back home by finding gold treasures. He was quite the handsome young man, well built with blonde hair and blue eyes. Qualities that the natives would find interest in.
He found a map and managed to decipher its riddles. With it he traveled to South America on a long journey and soon gazed upon the side of a mountain that “appeared” to be solid stone.
“Well that’s strange, according to the map the doorway should be right here?” He tried to rest his arm on the wall and quick phased through.
The tumbled down and was immediately met with a dozen spears pointed at him.
“Uh, hello gentlemen?” The natives were massive with dark caramel colored skin. Clearly native south American. They were adorned with many golden piercings and wore only tunics and loincloths.
A less brutish looking one stepped forward. “A golden one, perfect, take it to the prince at once.”
John was stuffed in a sac and escorted to a enormous pyramid. He expected the prince to be massive like his people, a fierce warrior. He was surprised to be tied up on his knees in the presence of a boy that looked no older than 15.
He was very short compared to the massive guards, even short compared to John who was 5.11 (John was still small compared to the guards.) This kid looked barely 5 feet tall. He had the same caramel skin as the others, which helped highlight his rather toned body for his height. He still wasn’t anything close to the muscle monsters that escorted John in, but his figure was certainly impressive for a boy his age. His hair was nicely styled into a faded Mohawk. Unlike his guards which were either bald or had long messy hair.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me-OOF” One of the guards nudged John on the side with the blunt end of the spear. Even a nudge from these guys hurt like hell. The guards raised John to his feet.
“Damn that hurt, uh.. sorry um great prince.. what’s your name?”
The less brutish man from before who stood next to the prince, who John assumed was his advisor of sorts answered. “This is prince Tenoch.”
The young prince crossed his arms. He seemed to be scanning John with his eyes.
“Is this one to your liking my prince?”
Tenoch was looking intently at John. “Hmm he seems fine, I need a better look at him.” The advisor then snapped his fingers, prompting the guards to strip John.
“HEY! HEY WHAT GIVES?!” John was helpless to stop the guards from stripping him down to his birthday suit, leaving his nude body on display to the prince. He couldn’t even hide his crotch since his hands were literally tied up.
John had a healthy coating of blond hair throughout his muscled chest and had quite the endowment as well. About 7 inches soft and 8 hard. The prince looked at him with an envious scorned expression.
“Impressied my prince?” The advisor asked. The prince quickly looked elsewhere. “He will.. he will do just fine, just prepare the ritual at once.”
“WAIT! What ritual!” John yelled as the prince exited the room. The advisor stayed.
The young prince has always wanted to explore the outside world but knew he’d never blend in amongst people like you. So we’ve been waiting for someone like you to come to trade bodies with him. Don’t worry, the process won’t kill you, we wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Tenoch’s original body.” The guards gagged John as they dragged him out of the throne room.