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Adult Stories About Tomax and Xamot	By : bloodredsky8 Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After mesmerizing three new members to their cult, Tomax and Xamot decide to have some fun with Brother Roadblock. 3Plus, Anal, M/M, HJ, WD
...Savio Frate Luminarium...Savio Frate Luminarium... the disciples chanted as the Brothers of Light led their three guests into the temple. They were chanting words of endearment to the brothers....their wise and learned brothers who had illuminated their paths through the darkness. Now they would show three more the light and make them theirs. ...All hail Tomax and Xamot.. Upon hearing their names, the brothers began a routine, symbolically touching to put on a show. Their powers had always been more profound the closer they got, and when they linked arms and pressed their sides together, they became possessed of a strong red aura, the same energy that charged the staffs that the Brothers in Red carried.
They were the red, the Crimson Twins. The color red symbolized a lot of things to them: power, vigorous energy, passion and the blood of life. To their brothers and sisters of faith, it meant unity and freedom from the oppression of the outside world. The twins let them believe whatever nonsense they wished, just so long as they knew the power and glory went to them. They were jealous gods and loved nothing better than to wander their empire, surrounded by a throng of worshiping admirers who only had eyes for them. ..SAVIO FRATE LUMINARIUM!! The light on the top of the pyramid brightened for a moment, then it was done. The large family of the Brothers of Light had three new members: Brother Duke, Brother Roadblock and Sister Scarlett. They let them keep their code names, as they best represented their spirits. Then the newest disciples were sent to their duties. Brother Duke to guard the door and the others to work the fields.
Tomax rubbed a lazy circle on Xamot's back and rested his head on his shoulder. "I have desired Brother Roadblock since he rescued me from the falling rock," he whispered in his deep, calm voice, "We should have a quick liaison before our next guest is due to arrive."
Xamot wasn't really in the mood, but the brothers always submitted to each others needs. Anyway, Xamot likely owed more to Tomax than vice versa, especially since he had visited him in the night twice in the last month. Xamot had woken hours before dawn, randy and aching from a forgotten dream. He had climbed into bed alongside Tomax, shaking him, kissing him forcefully all over, and whispering, "Come on, awaken for me..awaken.." Tomax had murmured something intelligible, then rolled away. Xamot, not to be denied, had rolled him on his back and started taking liberties with their bodies. Tomax had continued sleeping peacefully, caught up in dreams that were totally non-sex related. The first time, it had been morning; he had been sitting on his bed in his underwear watching his brother get dressed. ...We are sensitive today.. he thought as he took in the pleasant feel of fabric rubbing all over his body. He worked his own legs into his red pants. The moment he pulled up the waist, he fell backwards on the bed moaning in ecstasy as surprise orgasms tore from his pelvis.
The second time he had found himself in an awkward position. The Brothers of Light were standing on the altar giving a sermon when Tomax felt Xamot press his whole body hard against his side, wrapping a leg heavily against his knees. Somehow he had worked a hand into his robes and was rubbing and stroking him furiously. What..what are you doing, brother? Tomax had thought, flushed with embarrassment. Before he could imagine how he could salvage the situation, he found himself falling on his back, writhing in a state of religious ecstasy, whatever point he had been trying to make dissolving into cries of "OH...OH...OHHH!!" Sated, Xamot had dropped off and entered the dream with him. They faced their milling flock together and came up with an excuse for their outlandish behavior. Their disciples trusted them completely and would believe anything they were told.
Both times, Tomax had awaken to find Xamot fused to his side in a mess. Unperturbed, he had stretched languorously and leaned over to kiss an ear. ..Did we enjoy ourselves last night, dearest? he had sent into Xamot's mind.
Now it was Tomax's turn to demand of Xamot. Earlier that day, the brothers gave their new friends a tour of their shining paradise, trying to convince them to stay. They passed a work in progress, a monument to their greatness, twin deities side by side, arms together, holding up a pyramid with an all seeing eye. Before anyone knew it there was a resonating shatter. -An abrupt scream in the distance. -A flurry of activity. Tomax had stood frozen in place, almost as if he were being held by a sign of his frailty. A fragment of stone had crumbled off the right cheek of the statue representing him, in the same place where he was scarred. Strong arms had grabbed him, dragged him away, smashed him to the ground in a safe location. He had cried out from the shock of feeling like his arm was being wrenched from his shoulder. The same strong arms had carefully lifted him and allowed him to lean back into his savior for a few seconds before Roadblock had to rush to the aid of Brother Nicholas. In those seconds before, something had passed between them, a mutual itch.
When it was all over and everyone safe, the brothers had to leave their guests so they could lovingly bring Brother Nicholas to the infirmary, to be sure he didn't sustain any injury or become jarred right out of his faith. Afterwards, Tomax allowed Xamot to coddle him a bit, -to hold him and rub his arm- to assuage his guilt over running right past his brother without thinking of his welfare during a dangerous situation. He wasn't one to cry like a baby over every injury, but, still, he allowed it so that Xamot didn't think there were bad feelings.
Presently, the twins summoned Brother Roadblock to their private quarters for a quick session of divine lovemaking. "You wanted to see me, masters?" he asked upon entry.
Tomax approached him and said in his deep, tranquil, 'everything-is-right-with-the-world' voice, "I felt you desire me when you saved me from the falling rock."
It was true, Roadblock thought. He didn't normally think homosexual thoughts, but he had been fugitive too long and wasn't getting any action. Tomax had felt so soft in his robes when he grabbed him, and had looked so endearing clutching his hurt arm in his neatly manicured fingers. He thought it would be nice to hold him beneath, patting those same pretty hands as he carefully entered him. It would hurt. He was used to causing pain during sex, although he didn't want to, being the tender soul he was. He had thought about stroking that lovely wavy hair as he brought him to gentle sobs of pleasure. Then he immediately felt guilty, like what was he thinking, wanting to fuck a priest? He was going straight to hell; he was sure of it, he had thought wryly. -Best to keep his mouth shut about that just plain wrong line of thought.
Tomax frowned. He thought he was made of stronger stuff, the divine being he was, but he had called Roadblock here for fulfillment and would indulge this fantasy. "You may love me, in reward for saving my life," he said softly.
Roadblock stripped out of his baggy uniform and threw it to the side. Tomax slowly removed his robes while Xamot solemnly mirrored him from his side of the room. Roadblock looked with wonder at the form his master chose to take in the mortal world. He had a gymnasts build, well-muscled, yet slender, with a slight softness around his belly from easy living in the temple. Staring stupidly, he stood frozen, afraid to touch such perfection. Tomax embraced him and looked up at him expectantly, lips parted. ...Kiss me; love me..... Finally, they started touching and petting each other eagerly, while a short distance away, Xamot sighed contentedly over the invisible hands moving all over his body. Caught in their psychic connection, he performed a contorted ballet, like a marionette being moved by cleverly hidden strings. Now that he was connected to his masters telepathically, Roadblock could feel the great power they held inside of them. He could feel it when he touched Tomax's hair, his skin..he now knew he didn't have to be as gentle with him as he had thought. He was making love to a living god who could take anything.
Xamot grunted in surprise when the wind was knocked out of him momentarily as he mirrored Tomax being thrown down roughly on the bed. Both twins clawed and scrambled as they felt a crushing weight cover them. Then came the blinding pain as something massive surged into them from behind. Sometimes when they took a male lover, the brothers would call out each others names, but with the feel of Brother Roadblock's big black hog inside of them, all they could do was scream and scream. Roadblock ran one understanding hand through Tomax's hair, then embraced him tenderly, while at the same time engulfing his slick manhood in the other large, calloused hand, pulling in rhythm with his movements. Incredibly, being the insatiable lovers they were, the twins came, shuddering with pain and pleasure in equal measure. "Mmmmm....you like that, do you?" Roadblock said in a deep throaty voice and followed. The heat that filled Tomax assured him he was seconds away from relief.
When they were finished, Xamot crept over painfully and crawled next to Tomax, linking arms with him against the trauma of an experience that was nothing like what they'd expected. They both stared at Brother Roadblock with pain-glazed eyes. Unable to speak, Tomax told him telepathically, ..Very good..you may rejoin your friends... Roadblock walked into a bathroom off to the side to get cleaned up. He noticed that inside there was one toilet, one sink, but two shower heads side by side in a spacious chamber. He raised an eyebrow sardonically. Sure, he was enthralled under the twins' hypnotic influence, but the real him was still in there somewhere.
Meanwhile, Tomax had seen red in his vision when he closed his eyes and felt he had been given a sign. "With men like Brother Roadblock and the Joes on our side," he said, "Our faith shall roll across the world in a spreading crimson tide." Xamot's fingers made a crawling motion down his brother's arm. "Yess.." he said, nodding in agreement.
(Later)
(After the temples had fallen and the Brothers of Light had boarded Dr. Mindbender's plane)
"You did what to one of those creepy twins?! -While the other was in the room with you?! ..aaawwwww.....AAAAWWWWWW!!! I'm not going to be able to SLEEP tonight!!" a horrified Tunnelrat exclaimed.
Roadblock shrugged. "I was under mind control. It's not like I had a choice. I can't say I enjoyed myself. Much."
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