The jungle boy’s punishment was nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual degrading sex acts, rape and torture.  They didn’t have time to be creative with his punishment for soon to come to the island to inspect the merchandise was the even more sinister, General Anastasio Somoza Batista from Nicaragua.  The jungle boy had been haphazardly bandaged and strung back up in the presentation cell, in the exact same spot he had performed a partial penectomy on the Sheikh a few days earlier.  But this time, things were different.  He wore bandages instead of a loincloth, which now was in the possession of the Sheikh.  There was a cool gentle breeze coming off the ocean.  And unlike to last time were his body and will were in good shape, the jungle boy was now physically compromised and spiritually broken.  As the General approached the young savage with whip already in hand, the wretched lad wished he had tried his luck with the insane ocean currents.

The End