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A disheveled husk of the once resilient jungle boy hung lifeless… lifeless, except for his miraculously still rigid and drooling manhood. The Sheikh slapped the boy’s cock, causing his body to sway gently in the stagnant air of the cell.
The dismayed Sheikh whispered, “I don’t believe it’s still erect. It must be some sort of defect caused by its abnormal mass.” The Sheikh turns to the two other evil men, “Unshackle him, I want him on his knees.”
The Sheikh adjusted his own cock trying to push its way out of his robe as Regis and the island master unfastened the leather straps around the jungle boy’s wrists. With a thud, the insensible boy crumpled down into a pile of flesh on the hard wooden floor. His joints were twisted in inhuman positions and presented a challenge to the two men who had to untangle him and set him to his knees. When Regis pulled back the dazed jungle boy’s head, his jaw dropped open as if eager to please his master. The Sheikh parted his robe allowing his impressive cock to spring forth, a cock with girth that did not quite rival the proportions of the younger jungle boy, but was still much more than the average man’s.
The Sheikh sneered, “I am the alpha male you little shit and I’m going to make you my sperm bucket.”
And then with the finesse of a jackhammer, the Sheikh shoved his thick hairy cock down the senseless jungle boy’s throat.
The Sheikh grimaced, “Your mouth is a little dry, wild thing. I guess I need to wet you whistle.”
The Sheikh pulled his cock out of just far enough to watch his piss fly from the plumb head of his member, into the jungle boy’s gapping maw and down his throat. Urine filled and then spilt over the lad’s slack jaw as the Sheikh reinserted his cock into the wretched young man. Over and over again, the callous Sheikh crammed all nine inches of his thick member down the compromised youth’s gullet, pausing only to lubricate the lad’s soiled oral cavity with another stream of his hot piss. And the defilement continued with every thrust of his pelvis into the jungle boy’s face and with every pump of his cock down the lad’s throat. Then without warning, the Sheikh convulsed and contorted as his hot seed surged forth filling the jungle boy’s mouth with gooey Arabian baby batter. The viscosity of the Sheikh’s jism was enough to make the jungle boy choke and gag his way back to semi-consciousness. The wild youth woke to a sight he had seen often before and cared for less each time. Of all the atrocities committed on and in his body, this was the one thing the jungle boy’s captors could never make him submit to. And this time, in the twilight between unconsciousness and consciousness, he found a small spark of the wild and free creature he use to be and he wasn’t going to tolerate it any more. The jungle boy bit through the Sheikh’s cock with the rage of a rabid dog.
Sheikh Al fell to the floor clutching what was left of his cock and screaming like a little girl, “AHH! THAT FUCKING BEAST BIT MY COCK OFF! THAT FUCKING BEAST!”
As Regis tended to his master’s bloody injury, the island master snatched the taser from the metal case and stabbed it into the back of the jungle boy’s neck.
The master yelled, “SPIT IT OUT! Spit it out, boy!”
And when the jungle boy started to swallow what he had bitten off, the master zapped him with the taser. The boy fell on his stomach twitching like a broken toy and vomiting up the business end of Sheikh Al’s cock. The master picked up the dismembered member and rushed both parts of the Sheikh to the infirmary.
In all the commotion, the door to his cell was left open. As the partially conscious jungle boy lay in a fractured puddle of his bodily fluids, he stared up from the floor and gaze out at the world beyond the barred windows. The instinct to escape was there, he wanted to remove the shackles from his ankles and run. He pictured himself scrambling up the walls and hurdling the barbwire and being free even though he knew that he would be found on this small island before long, unless he risked a certain death by trying to swim the insane ocean currents that surrounded this evil isle. And while the will was there, his body was unable to respond to the commands of his brain. His daylong ordeal had completely drained his body of any strength. Even his cock finally gave out and returned to its dormant state. So he, his limp muscles and flaccid manhood just laid there until some guards came for him and locked back in his “Time Out” cage. It was a rusty old metal kennel carrier cage that measured three feet deep by two feet wide by two feet tall. And in those small accommodations, under the heat of the tropical sun and occasionally doused by a stream of piss from a passing guard, the jungle boy was left there for three days to ponder what his punishment would be as his will once again drained out of him and into the urine soaked soil beneath him.
Meanwhile, as the Sheikh was sewn back together, he threatened all sorts of retaliation including nuking the island off the map. But his vengeance was sort lived once it was pointed out to him that his entire visit was well documented by way of the many high definition surveillance cameras that kept an eye on everything.
