The three men surrounded the ill-fated jungle boy and immediately started pounding on his muscular form.  Before the boy could fully appreciate the first few kidney punches from the Sheikh, the island master started to work on his face as Regis kicked the youth in his beleaguered manhood.  Any of the jungle boy’s screams were cutoff by punches to his mouth.  Kicks to his massive balls caused his rock hard cock to wag frantically, violently scattering his seed about the floor.  The storm of fist and feet to his body caused him to sway to and fro, but all the while, the jungle boy stayed on his feet.  And as blood, sweat, piss, shit and semen flowed from his body, the uncultivated savage youth took primal pride in his monster cock, a cock that remained steadfast, proud and majestic no matter how severe the beatings became.  For the jungle boy instinctively knew that they were jealous of his cock’s superior stature and indelible vigor.

An hour or so later, time was even more irrelevant to the stupefied jungle boy as his thoughts were a scramble of pain and pride as he smiled through the blood running down his face.  And even though his legs had long since buckled and his body hung limp from his shackled wrists, his cock remained robust and sperm yielding.  The wild young thing had worn out the three cruel men as their punches now impacted him with less intensity.  Finally, his captors stopped and stepped back as artist stepping back to view their latest masterpiece.  The heartless men admired how they had sculpted the once beautiful clay of his brawn into a bloody and bruised slab of limp meat.