Come with me, dear reader, as we light a candle in this cottage, so long left darkened, its two present inhabitants suspended in a state of imagination interruptus.
The boy - Hansel - his thick straight blonde hair, his smooth muscular - nude! - body, his now flaccid _c_o_c_k_, his big big blue eyes - and his perfect plump young butt - unmoving all this time in the cage where he has been placed, teeth lodged on the last morsel of meat attached to a chicken leg. And his naked host, Wilhelm - shorter than the boy, smaller of _c_o_c_k_, heavy, dark, cooling now as the sweat on his oily body evaporates --standing near the cage, arm extended, fingers reaching toward the boy.
When last they lived with minds and hearts in motion, Wilhelm was seeking anal attention from the boy's manly _c_o_c_k_ which had yet to recover from the manipulations the storyteller had given it. The boy, hungry, was huddled in enjoyment of the fowl appendage the man had given him. So it is to you, dear reader, to decide.
Shall these two men - both filled with _s_e_x_ual appetites they themselves cannot even begin to comprehend, the younger of them destined to become a legendary figure in the minds of innocent children, the other a provider of frightening and disturbing entertainments to assure restless sleep to light young bodies - be frozen forever at this moment? Will that deprive the world of the fairy tales we grew up knowing and loving in our sick demented childlike ways? Or shall they be set free, by you, dear reader?
For the story to continue to its immortal conclusion, you must voice an interest and show some vivid language and thought in the process. My email address is attached to the author name above. Have at me, boys! My own twin peaks of metaphoric but succulent assflesh await you!