Derrick decided to go through with the ‘wild’ look and join the supposed wild men. He walked onwards, not following a path but a feeling. His feet ached against the corse dirt, and his skin felt cold when bare against the hot air.
But you know, he decided, this feels nice. It’s good for me. Dad always said I should go join a hiking group or something. He definitely would after this experience. He continued to walk, passing by a wonderful looking lagoon. It seemed to glow under the sunlight. Still, you needed to see these wildmen. Soon, you saw a cave. You approached hesitantly, before noticing three men emerge from the cave wielding hunting spears. They were naked, baring the occasional belt on on one, or the strap across another’s shoulder. They’re skin was dark and sun kissed, their hair long and curry. Derrick couldn’t figure out their ethnicity, but all seemed to be mixed. Two looked a little older then Derrick. The other seemed to be in his thirties. What else was clear were the muscles. Derrick has friends who worked out, but these guys were something else. The two younger ones were very tall, one even taller then the thirty year old. Both were strapping with defined muscle. Their chest heaved with it, both stinking and wet from a hard days work. The oldest was a mammoth of a man, with muscles so large he could surely cracked Derrick’s head open like a coconut, and probably had destroyed a coconut with his bare fist.
Something tugged at him to approach. So he did, sampling awkwardly down the kill towards the men. They looked at him, then to each other. One of the younger boys approached Derrick, sniffing him, lifting his up and smiling while nodding. The oldest laughed, stumping his spear into the ground.
In a moment, the younger one three Derrick over his shoulder and sprinted unto the cave. The others followed while Derrick demanded to be put down. But before he knew it, they were racing up some sort of temple steps inside the cavern and placing Derrick in the middle of a large symbol carved into the floor. Derrick froze in place, sprawled across the temple floor. He dared not move, not that he could Sith the younger two each pining his arms and legs to the floor. Derrick found himself shivering with fear and coldness. The oldest returned with a bowl filled with a red liquid. He then gentle poured the substance across Derrick’s body, coating him in the Waxy red stuff. The oldest then sat next to Derrick, thick with the musk of Bo and masculinity. He ran his large hands across Derrick, rubbing the ointment into his flesh while the two youngest watched with great excitement.