😺 The Legend of Spineless Jack

Once upon a table was a catboy named Jack, who dreamed to become a great soldier and an important person in the military like his older brother... Alas his personal hobby of stretching and bending got him the monicker Jack the Spineless and the kingdom's army refused to enroll someone who was called something like that.

If I can't be a soldier, I can be a foldier, Jack decided! So he focused entirely on contortion for several months and soon became so fluent at it that a mere glimpse at his stretching could give anyone a nosebleed!

Someone who can make anyone bleed without even touching them? Hmm, that guy must be incredibly powerful, that sounds like a secret psychic technique that we totally must possess, though the kingdom's generals. Quick! We must hurry before he's hooked by some spies!

And so Jack finally received a proper invitation and the authorities quickly figured out what this boy is made of. Indeed, such a cute face combined with gymnastics performed in nothing but a small golden thong was a deathly combination!

They had a good laugh at their own mistake earlier thinking he was called spineless for being a weakling, when in fact he was quite athletic, moreover, his body seemed unbreakable by all norms and standards! He wasn't in pain while doing the most ridiculously amazing things with it, twisting himself like he had rubber instead of bones, spreading his legs apart to some impossible extent, or the most amazing, bending his spine backwards to the point that his head and shoulders passed between his own thighs! He grinned like it's no big deal that the back of his head is touching his own...

Nuts! Exclaimed one of the generals. If only more of our soldiers had such advanced bodies! But he was interrupted by prince Amurin himself... Well well well, even the bellydancers didn't amuse me as much as this fella just did, the prince lay his hand on Jack's bare shoulder. What do you say about becoming my personal entertainer? Well, who would dare to say No to the prince himself: Oh no, your majesty, I want to be a mere rookie, serve my country and completely bury my talent. Of course not!

Of course knot, though Jack later in the evening, tugging himself into a tighter backbend for the prince who watched the evolution of his contortions with great pleasure. Now, with his thighs in his own armpits, Jack thought: Now that's one position even my brother would envy! Serving the prince himself! Haha!

All those hours of daily sweating finally paid off but now he had to triple his efforts if he wanted to stay interesting to Amurin, who by all means was very quick to get bored. Luckily, the good mood made Jack's joints even stretchier than usual, it was a great opportunity to try things he never dared before. After an impossibly supple twist, with his teeth alone he managed to reach and pull the strings of his golden thong and the rest remained behind a curtain that was quickly closed by the two cute pageboys...

THE BEND.

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