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Sheikh Al turned to his attaché and snapped his fingers, “Regis, I’ll be needing the taser now. The big one.”
Almost without looking, Regis reached into the case and lifted out an innocent looking semi-tubular piece of plastic, innocent looking until he test fired it. A loud deep clicking echoed between to crumbling walls of the boy’s cell as a blinding spark arced between the prongs of the insidious device. Regis gently handed the taser over to Sheikh Al.
The Sheik smiled, “Let us see if I can’t get a rise out of you.”
But the jungle boy had been tased many times before and began his desperate attempt to free himself from the firm leather shackles that aptly held him in place. As his wrists twisted around in a vain attempt to escape, his body shied away from the approaching Sheikh. The Sheikh placed the taser on the boy’s left nipple. The boy tried to shake it off of him. The Sheikh smiled and then pulled the trigger.
Elsewhere around the compound, the other members of that depraved clique of men were immediately distracted from their various acts of debauchery as the screams of the jungle boy saturated the still air of the island. Like a pack of wild dogs, all the men came running to the sound of the music that they all knew so well and loved to hear. By the time they got to the barred windows of the jungle boy’s cell, the tormented youth was silent and dangled from his shackles like a discarded marionette. The wild boy was just shifting his weight back to his feet when Sheikh Al thrust the sparking weapon in to his gut. The jungle boy screamed and shook violently as the impromptu audience applauded. Eight-eight seconds latter, the Sheikh finally backed off the trigger and allowed the boy a moment to recompose himself. Sheikh Al teased his prey as he traced the contours of the jungle boy’s physique with the dormant taser.
The jungle boy knew what he had to do, what he always did; he began to embrace the pain and leaned into the taser, gesturing his head toward the Sheikh, daring him to pull the trigger again. The Sheikh slid the weapon down the nape of the jungle boy’s neck and through the cleavage of his voluptuous chest, sliding down the sharp line that defined the center of his abs, he stopped right at the base of his fat cock and pressed hard against the main-vein of his dangling manhood. The boy pressed back as he willed his cock to engorge. Sheikh Al was trying to stare into a set of eyes behind a thick matt of hair and didn’t notice the boy’s erection until it was rubbing up against his forearm. The Sheikh looked down with amazement and then back into the jungle boy’s eyes.
The jungle boy spoke, “Do…it.”
A bemused Sheikh, “Well, the dog can speak?”
The island master stepped in, “He picked up just a few words during his captivity and they’re all words related to torture somehow. Thirty words or so.”
The Sheikh smiled, “Well, let’s see how he sings.”
And with the taser sitting at the base of his cock, Sheikh Al pulled the trigger once again. The jungle boy screamed, his muscles shredded and his body vibrated as wildly as the shackles would allow. Then his groin made a few odd convulsions as his cock gushed his seed all around like a lawn sprinkler gone amuck. The jungle boy collapsed again as Sheikh Al halted his assault to gaze upon the fall of jungle spunk trickling down the wall opposite them. Sheikh Al was caught between wonder and horror at the amount and intensity of sperm that came jetting out of the jungle boy’s massive cock. A cock that was still hard as a nightstick and gently bobbing to the feverish beat of an exhilarated heart.
The jungle boy stood tall and firm once again as he dared his captors, “More.”
The Sheikh muttered, “I don’t believe it.”
The master gloated, “I told you he was amazing.”
“No, he is a beast and I must tame this beast!”
Sheikh Al stepped behind the strung up boy and plunged the active taser up into his shitter. The jungle boy thrashed about violently. So clinched were his muscles that he could not scream as he foamed at the mouth and his eyes rolled back into his head. After about a couple of minutes of this, the Sheikh pulled the still active taser and slid it forward between his legs and into the back of the boy’s scrotum. Once again, the hapless lad let out a primal scream as geysers of his seed washed down the floor and walls around him.
No one was sure how much time had passed as the jungle boy hung there purging the contents of his voluminous balls. What was sure was that the boy’s cock out lasted the Sheikh’s arm as the Cambridge educated Arab finally pulled the taser away from the jungle boy’s body. And even with the harsh stimulation of the taser gone and the jungle boy’s body hanging limp from the shackles above, his ever-hard cock continued to spill its load on to the dusty floor.
The jungle boy raised his head just a bit, “That…all?”
The Sheikh gasps out, “I don’t believe it. I was wrong. He’s not a beast, he is a demon. I must defeat him.” With an air of desperation Sheikh Al turns to his attaché, “Let’s give him the plus and minus treatment, old boy.”
