Kamasutra Monk

Reza moaned sweetly, feeling his muscled legs stretch further and further into an amazing oversplit. The strong erotic sensation made the boy's balls tighten, he panted and moaned again and then with surprising ease lifted his head and curved his upper body much more, leaning on his own thighs for support.

Without relaxation, the Indian pushed his legs to the limit and tugged his body tighter, so his butt cheeks pressed right against his own arm pit. His body at this point reminded of a coiled snake made of richly tanned and oiled flesh. His whole body was sensuality itself, but not a single muscle trembled while holding this ultimate yoga pretzel. Only the very tip of his thick hard member leaked a heavy drop of precum...

Reza was raised in a secluded temple that taught the most ancient and obscure form of yoga. Doing the most extreme poses, oiled and naked, to please gods and fellow temple members. But adding a small thong made it easily possible to take part in various mundane competitions and make a lot of rupees, too.

Thanks to him and other boys the temple prospered. Reza was the best pupil, other boys were inspired and motivated by him, teachers always argued who would assist his stretching today. Because all the teachers were such great athletes, it was always a hard choice. Reza usually tried to please all of them and arrange his day so each of them could have at least an hour of his time.

In the evening he was always exhausted to no (b)end and would fall asleep with the feeling of having rubber instead of bones. Only to stretch again first thing in the morning!