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Jamie’s introduction to hell The hunter looks down at the defenseless boy, he is curled up on the ground not unlike a newly-born-child, and the hunter laughs cruelly at the boys despair, he gives the boy a vicious poke in the ribs with his bare toe, and in a language that the child cannot understand, orders him to turn over onto his stomach! When the boy neither acknowledges his order, nor moves, the hunter becomes impatient; he kneels over the boy and pushes him onto his stomach. Holding the boy by the neck, face down in the sand, the hunter casually explores his soft body. He runs his hand down the boy’s smooth back, his own penis stirs as his hand roams unfettered over the flawless golden-skin of the child. Finally his hand reaches the boys rounded buttocks. The hunter pushes a meaty finger deep into the cleft and feels the heat of the boys virgin ass clasp tightly around him. A virgin he surmises. With a length of pigskin leather, removed from his pouch, the hunter viciously pulls the boys right arm behind his back and then ties it to his right ankle, he repeats the process with his left ankle and left wrist, effectively hog tying the boy. Tied in this way, the pale skin of the child’s neck is exposed and is vulnerable to the hounds, and as they circle the boy menacingly, the hunter appreciates the visage before him, it arouses him further. The boy merely whimpers as his body is securely tied, he is totally defeated as the hunter lifts him by his bound wrists and ankles and heaves him over his shoulder, as he carries him back to his canoe. Even though dusk is approaching, the hunter is anxious to leave this little island, for he fears that the boy’s people may return. He does not know that the child has been marooned on the island. So hastily the hunter bundles his precious cargo of pigs and boy into the overloaded canoe. He carefully ties them together at the front of the small craft, if the canoe were to overturn, or one of his captives attempted escape by jumping overboard, then they would all drown together, there was no way out for them but cooperation. Jamie’s muscles ache; his arms are stretched painfully behind his back and he has lost nearly all circulation in his legs. The weight of the pig lying atop him is forcing his tender young penis into the rough-cut timber of the canoe below him and is causing Jamie even more discomfort. His mind is reeling, he believes that he has been captured by a cannibal, he is sure of it, and he is going to be eaten, possibly whilst still alive, Jamie cries in despair. As it grows darker, the hunter looks lustfully upon the boys pale skin, shining in the moonlight, and his desire grows until it is almost unbearable. His penis is painfully erect and has been ever since he had first lay eyes on the child, and now it is leaking pre-cum. With thoughts of ensuing sexual fulfillment he paddles with renewed enthusiasm towards his destination. It takes the Hunter all of that night and three hours into the following morning before he finally sights his island home, he is exhausted and needs to sleep, the boy will have to wait. Jamie is woken suddenly as the canoe is grounded onto the beach. The cannibal swiftly drags the canoe and its full cargo of pigs and boy up to the high tide mark. The hunter grabs hold of the rope binding the boy to the pigs and drags them bodily from the canoe. The pigs at least can walk as they are bound only by the neck; Jamie however cannot even crawl, his penis scrapes painfully on the dry sand as he is dragged along. The dogs, glad to be back on solid ground, circle the captives, barking and nipping at them with their sharp teeth to keep them moving. And so it is that Jamie and the pigs are dragged a hundred yards up the beach and placed within a holding pen. For a moment the hunter considers untying the boy and ravishing him there and then, but he is very tired and he knows that he will enjoy him much more after he has rested, so he simply leaves him tied-up with the animals in the pen. He orders the dogs to stand guard over the pigs and the boy, and then he collapses exhausted onto his mat inside his hut, where he sleeps fitfully, and dreams of the boys golden skin and his tight virgin flesh clamped around his throbbing penis. Jamie is numb, mentally and physically he is exhausted. Whenever he tries to move the two hounds growl menacingly. The larger of the two dogs saunters over to him and pokes his nose into Jamie’s bum crack. The dogs rough tongue swipes Jamie from the back of his balls right up through to his anus, savoring the taste of the boy. Jamie shudders and despite himself his penis grows. The dog senses the boys excitement and continues to lick his ass and balls. From Jamie’s point of view My body is aching all over, I knew I am going to die, the only thing I don’t know is how or when it will happen. I prey that it shall be quick and painless. Moreover I prey that the dogs will not rip my throat out or even worse. Suddenly the larger of the two dogs approaches me, I look into his dark menacing eyes and I know that my time has come, I sigh, and hope for it to end quickly, terrified I clamp my eyes shut, a solitary tear rolls down my cheek as I await the inevitable. Suddenly I feel something hot and wet between my thighs, slowly I open my eyes and see that it is the dog, he is pushing his snout into my bum crack. I feel his wet tongue, which is rough as sand paper scrape against my butt-hole. The way I am tied-up, I am helpless, I am terrified but in a strange way his tongue scraping enticingly against my asshole, is soothing. I try to fight the pleasurable feelings, but I sense the blood rushing to my penis as it lengthens, pushing into the soft sand below me. The dog continues to give my hole a thorough soaking. He tries desperately to push his tongue inside me but I resist and clamp my butt hole shut. He is persistent, but no matter what my mind orders my body not to do, slowly it betrays me, and suddenly an involuntary moan escapes my lips, as slowly my bud opens and his tongue slides inside me. No one has ever touched me there so I do not understand the pleasure that I am feeling, only that the feeling is irresistible, I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching while more and more of his eager tongue pushes around inside me. Then suddenly I can take no more, my penis throbs in anticipation, and my balls pull up tight against my body, I let out a primal scream of pleasure as my juices spurt wildly from my penis forming a puddle in the soft sand below me while the dog continues to ravage my over sensitive butt. He senses my orgasm and withdraws his tongue from inside me, instead now he laps hungrily at my penis as the last of my spunk spurts onto his tongue. He continues to lick my cock until it becomes painful and I roll onto my stomach to stop him. Finally he senses that I can take no more, I cry out with pain as he nips me painfully on the butt with his sharp teeth and then withdraws to the far corner of the pen, where he curls up into a ball and promptly falls asleep. Completely exhausted, and sexually sated, I am not far behind him as I fall into a dark sleep of exhaustion. Continued, in The hunters turn… |