On an uncharted island with no name, there is a secret order of men who explore the depravities of man.  And six years ago, they crossed paths with a jungle boy, a man-boy whose origins were unknown even to him.  And his ability to survive the hostile wilds of the island was a bigger mystery still.  But what is certain is that six years ago, as this wild man-boy entered adulthood, his life became a living hell when the master of this secret order of men made the young man their plaything.  And for six years, the jungle man-boy was made to endure all forms of torture, debauchery, humiliation and morbid sport.  For six years, he was pushed to the brink of death, and sometimes beyond, then back to life just to start it all over again.  But as these men found out, even indulging your carnal pleasures on the same prey day after day becomes boring after six years, especially when these six years have taken there toll on the jungle boy’s body, and his spirit as well.

Now twenty-four years of age, as far as anyone could guess, his flesh ravaged and his will tamed, the jungle boy became poor sport, as he no longer put up a fight.  His nerves became numb to the abuses inflicted on his flesh and he would even come to enjoy the perversities heaped upon his virile body.  Familiar with their brand of pain, the man-boy not only became silent, denying them the pleasure of his screams, but moaned with pleasure as he learned to enjoy the repeated torture and ravaging of his resilient body.  He would wreath eagerly in his shackles or would present himself willingly while strapped to various racks as these sadistic men tortured and sodomized him.  Even the hunting sessions where they would release him naked into the jungle and hunt him down became dull, as he would just run into the woods a few hundred feet or so and vigorously masturbate, waiting for them to find him and abuse him all over again.  Some began to suspect the jungle boy now favored the perversities of man over freedom. 

With the wildness literally beaten out of the wild man-cub, the master grew board of his brawny prey.  As a result, he put out notice on a secret website that this jungle boy was now up for sale to the highest bidder.  The jungle boy was cleaned up, strung up and given back what little remained of his loincloth purely for the presentation of the Internet auction.

But many of the potential bidders were incredulous of the master’s claims of the man-cub’s brawn, virility and stamina, as well as his new found love of pain.  And many of them demanded an audience with the jungle boy to personally test him before placing a bid.  The master agreed.