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I was born and grew up in a distant village of Kundaville, a private commune that only carefully selected outsiders are sometimes permitted to visit, only in very small groups and after agreeing to a lot of terms like no phones, no cameras, etc, etc.

The whole life of the commune is centered around the concept of Kundalini Awakening, we also call it "The Serpent Power" or "The Woman Within", the feminine power that is believed to rest at the bottom of everyone's spinal cord in a sleeping state. Once awakened, it blesses one with angelic feminine beauty and divine flexibility.

The Awakening is attended by fanatical stretching and bearing extreme positions, sometimes for hours a day while meditating. During special demonstrations the trainees are pushed even further beyond the extremes to praise their Kundalini goddess that is hidden within everyone.

We believe that gods are powers, not people, so much like in Islam, we never depict the goddess as a person, rather the goddess can be perceived through advanced contortion poses, the satisfying sensations while stretching, etc.

Without the goddess stretching would be nothing but a torture, but with her blessings the utmost extremes are filled with such joy and beauty that I cannot express in words! Pain is replaced by the nice warm feeling of giving birth to the improved version of yourself.

Speaking of giving birth, our commune greatly supports nudism and even its most lewd forms, but we have one very strong sexual taboo. Boys are encouraged to have sex only with other boys, girls with other girls, these forms of sex know no limits in our commune.

However, should a young man and a girl decide to sleep together, they have to take great precautions and completely avoid vaginal penetration. Every girl knows the importance of this rule and they are greatly protective of their vaginas when boys are around. I've heard tons of jokes about clumsy boys getting kicked in their faces and balls for messing with the wrong hole...

The vagina is a sacred organ only to be touched by fingers, tongues, other vaginas, or the phallus of the Chosen One!

Ever since spring girls start rubbing themselves a lot more often, their minds are filled with sexual fantasies because the summertime is getting close and that means the chance of getting impregnated by the Chosen One, an outstanding outsider who would be brought to the commune for this purpose exactly.

But finding the Chosen One is not a girl's task... No girl wants to go to the sinful outside world, risking to get pregged by someone far away from home. That's why the job is taken by effeminate boys like myself, experienced in attracting other young men, who go outside to find a perfect boyfriend, a youth who is both very good looking and extremely flexible, to find a true gem in all the mud of the world, and bring that precious person back to the commune to improve its gene pool.

Compared to the commune, the outside world appears as a cruel and sinful place, where many important things are suppressed, where it's normal for young people to spend a whole day without stretching for a minute, where elderly people can't even touch their toes.

But special agents like myself have to overcome these fears. It is our mission to get through all those sinners to find the righteous one. After all, I was born the same way, my mother was impregnated by a beautiful, very flexible dude who sadly left very soon...

So much like most of the commune members, I never knew my biological father. But I always felt I owe a lot to him for the great genes and joints. And I'm absolutely eager to find a similar perfect father for the future generation...

In my first week living in the outside world, I could feel the great support of my comrades from the commune. Our commune owned a number of big and good looking houses in the world and I moved into one of them. Everything was arranged for a life of luxury and fun, a gym with yoga mats and stretching devices, a bedroom where I could test the candidates. It was all already taken care of, what else could I ask for?

After just relaxing for a couple of days, I discovered an agency that specialized in doing photo sessions with flexible boys. This was perfect, I thought, like putting all the candidates in one place for me to choose the most flexible pretty boy!

I joined this agency immediately. The job was very easy and exactly the same thing I did back in Kundaville, but finding the perfect candidate to take back to the commune turned out to be harder than I thought. I got to meet some of the boys but everybody seemed super busy, having at least two or three boyfriends already! Nobody seemed the type to run away to the edge of the world with his new lover...

I spent a whole month as a model for all kinds of contortion videos and photo sets without much luck finding a trustworthy partner.

In the end I decided to try a new route and eventually found the worst place in the city, some kind of a nightmarish underground fetish club... The owner of the place looked like a big pervert, not the kind who would run away with me, but certainly the kind who controlled some extremely talented boys who would gladly run away from him to a secured paradise where they would never be found.

I handed him a small plastic square, I had many of them printed by my agency, with pictures of me in all kinds of extreme poses.

"Here's my business card"
"This must be photoshopped"
*twists round*
"If you look you can see it isn't" 😜
(thanks TK for this funny snippet)