1.0  Lost at sea
Jamie couldn’t remember how long he had been in the water only that is seemed like an awfully long time. Just as he was about to give in to exhaustion and descend into the deep-blue oblivion, of the South Pacific Ocean, the swell lifted him up and his weary eyes fell upon a startlingly white sandy beach. At first Jamie thought that his imagination was playing a cruel trick on him, but then the swell lifted him up even higher and he could clearly see the beach, maybe one mile away, it was hard to tell for sure, distances are deceiving when you are exhausted and fighting for your life, with the last of your energy reserves being rapidly used up.

Jamie willed his tired arms and legs to move, to swim, to save his life, he didn’t want to die, `and twelve years old was too young. Begrudgingly his arms moved and his legs kicked, like a huge ship caught in a strong current, slowly his body began to turn towards his salvation.

If he had known that it was going to take him four hours to reach the beach he would have surely given up, but with every stroke of his tired arms he could see the island slowly begin to take definition, the trees, palm trees, he guessed seemed to grow taller and now he could definitely hear the sounds of the surf pounding onto the beach.

Suddenly Jamie felt something make contact with his feet, he panicked, thinking that a shark had gotten hold of him, after all this effort, surely he was not going to be eaten by a hungry shark, so close to dry land? Then he realized it was in fact that, dry land. His feet were dragging along the sandy bottom of the shoaling beach.

Jamie was too exhausted to get up and walk to the safety of the trees, so for a long time he lay on his stomach on the low tide line, until his body was being submerged as the waves washed over him. Deep down in his subconscious he knew that he had to move or else risk being drowned, or dragged back out by the relentless tide. He tried to move his legs but they had stiffened up and wouldn’t co-operate. Finally he managed to get up onto his hands and knees and crawl. Each foot of travel seemed to take an eternity, but finally he reached the high tide line and then onto the soft grass below the coconut palms, where he collapsed into a black sleep of exhaustion.

The next time Jamie awoke, it was dark; he opened his eyes and for a while could not remember where he was, or indeed even who he was. Then slowly but surely his memory returned. It seemed like only hours ago that Jamie and his younger sister Cara, were playing pirates, on the fore-deck of the East bound steamer.  Jamie had soon tired of the game and had retreated to the stern of the ship to watch a school of dolphins frolicking in the wake. He had grown accustomed to the constant rolling and pitching of the ship, and did not even give what he was about to do, a precautionary second thought, as he climbed up onto the hand rail to gain a better view over the stern railing of the ship.

Quite un-expectantly the ship pitched and rolled simultaneously.  It happened so fast that Jamie was completely unprepared for what was about to happen, by the time his mind had comprehended the danger, it was already to late, his grip was torn from the railing as he was heaved over-board. One moment he had been standing securely on the second rung of the safety barrier, watching the dolphins play merrily and the next he was free falling downwards towards the swirling propellers, furiously beating the water below him. A screamed filled his lungs, but not a sound made its way to his lips, as suddenly Jamie was engulfed by the churning waters.

Fortunately for Jamie, just as quickly as the huge blades had ascended from the maelstrom of boiling waters the propellers dipped back into the ocean, and as they bit deeply into the dark blue water, the swirling current bodily flung Jamie tumbling and turning ten feet to starboard.

Jamie flung his arms wildly, his lungs threatened to explode; he had no idea as to in which direction the surface of the ocean was. But finally just as he was about to black out, his head broke through to the surface of the water. Jamie coughed uncontrollably as his body expelled the sea water from his lungs.

By the time he had come to his senses and started screaming for help, it was already to late. The ship was too far away and getting smaller by the second.

2.0  The Hunter

The Gods had been kind to the hunter, for three weeks he had paddled his long canoe from island to island, gathering livestock to sell and for eating. So far he managed to capture six pigs, several monkeys,  and two large sea dragons, all of which he had safely penned up at his camp on the big deserted island he called home. The hunter realized that at 53 summers old he was nearing the age where it was becoming increasingly difficult to make ends meet. Occasionally he had been lucky and been able to capture the odd native or two that had drifted to far from the safety of their village. The hunter himself was an outcast from his own village but he had many connections with the old world.

Even though the English had outlawed slavery and cannibalism the practice was still rife in the south pacific, mostly in the places well beyond the reach of the white man. Two weeks earlier had had made a tidy profit on a young couple he had caught making love in the moonlight at a deserted lagoon. He had sat silently watching as the young buck exhausted himself within the loins of the pretty Melanesian teenager, and when they were both languishing in the aftermath of their lovemaking he had sprung his trap. His trump card was his two hunting dogs, many of the other hunters had scoffed at his use of the dogs but he had never regretted his two most prized acquisitions. He knew nothing of breeds, he didn’t need to, to appreciate their hunting skills, but had he known he would have realized that the dogs were cross bred bull terriers and Rhodesian ridge backs, purposely bred for hunting.

The hunter had acquired the dogs as puppies from a trader on the weather coast of the Solomon islands, and he had trained them to carry out their tasks with skill and efficiency. Not having ever had any contact with humans other then their master, they did not differentiate between their prey. The dogs seemed to appreciate the challenge of the larger prey, ordinarily wild bush pigs and monkeys were their primary targets, but today they both salivated as they stood ready to pull down the two humans mating by the waters edge. The sensitive noses of the large two male dogs sensed the juices of the girl as she bit down on her lip and moaned quietly into her lovers shoulder as he thrust deep within her. Both the dogs were well accustomed to interspecies mating, as neither of them had ever had the pleasure of a female bitch, being isolated as they were. Although mating was hardly the right word to describe the slaking of their lusts, mostly their victims, whether they be pigs monkeys or humans, were un-cooperative, but that mattered not to them, if sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of their victim was what was needed then so be it, an ends to a means as far as they were concerned.

The hunter smiled wickedly as he looked across at his two dogs, he didn’t mind playing second fiddle to their sexual urges, besides the hunter much preferred males to the females, the more humiliating and disdainful raping them was to the victim, the happier he was. For the hunter was not a good looking man, as a youth he had been mauled by a wild pig, and his face was contorted and twisted as a result of the injuries he received, he had been lucky to survive, but some times late at night he had wished he hadn’t, for life afterwards was devoid of love and consisted mostly of isolation. He had been exiled from his village as a teenager and had lived alone ever since, making his living on the fringes of village society and aligning himself with the darkest corner of humanity.

The hunters reminiscing was interrupted by a final cry of ecstasy from the young man, as he thrust one last time into the pretty dark haired girl. The dogs seemed to sense it was time, both of them swiveled their heads eagerly from the two victims to the hunter, neither of them dared to act before his signal, as the consequences were well known to both of them. Suddenly the Hunter gave the signal, and the two dogs bolted growling from the bushes and made a dash towards the two teenagers.

The girl saw the dogs first and screamed, the boy sensing alarm swung his head around and saw the two dogs rushing down the beach towards them. Being young and agile the youth quickly recovered and jumped to his feet dragging the young girl up with him. Buck naked the two of them ran for their lives.

The girl was the first to go down, the dog bit down sharply on her ankles and she stumbled to the ground screaming. The boy knew he couldn’t help her, his sense of self preservation overcame him as he turned and ran as fast as he could. Meanwhile the dog moved from the girls ankle and clamped his huge maw around her throat and shook her violently until she stopped fighting and lay there submissively. The dog waited patiently for the Hunter to arrive.

Meanwhile the second dog was hot on the heals of the youth, the boys balls dangled invitingly between his legs, the dog knew the males weakness and in one sudden lurch leapt six feet and clamped his teeth down on the boys balls. The boy screamed in pain and tripped over his own feet as he fell to the ground in agony. The dog bit down hard on his balls causing the boy to nearly pass out from the pain.

The hunter couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the boy, laying on his back, legs spread submissively, arms above his head, tears streaking down his cheeks, the dog resting between his thighs, the boys nuts firmly held in his grasp.

The pair had fetched a good price, the girl was sold as a slave to the much darker skin natives of the nor-west, the males in that tribe enjoyed the lighter skin of the exotic natives of Melanesia. The hunter himself had enjoyed the boy for nearly a month, before selling him.

The Hunter had learnt a long time ago, that nearly all males animals, humans included were a lot more passive and easy to handle if nutted. So on the very first night of returning to his lonely island he had taken the balls of three male pigs and one young native boy. The boy had screamed in agony as he tied a leather thong around his large nuts, but the boy couldn’t move as the hunter had him, along with the pigs suspended from a bar, tied by his wrists and ankles. The hunter first tied the animals and then the boy in this manner, he then tied off their ballsac’s, the noise of squealing pigs and crying boy was almost deafening, which made it all the more enjoyable for the hunter.

Finally he retrieved the molten hot knife from the fire and first gelded the pigs, the boys eyes widened in horror and the pigs squealed in terror as their nuts were cut off in one clean swipe of the red hot knife. The hunter gave his dogs their reward, the pigs nuts, which they devoured in seconds.

Finally it was the boys turn, the hunter ran his hand up the boys smooth torso, and painfully pinched his nipple. He grasped hold of the boys penis which was now fully erect. He had noticed this phenomenon before, just before gelding, the males animals tended to get an erection and cum in abundance, as if nature realized this was their last chance to propagate as males, and this boy was no different. As the knife sliced into his ballsac the boys penis erupted with three large squirts of cum that splashed wetly onto his belly, and then his ballsac was gone, his last vestige of maleness was caught mid flight in the hunters dogs jaws and in one noisy gulp disappeared down his gullet. The boy was now a eunuch.

Though the hunter was a cruel man, he was more so a practical man. Gelding the males made them more passive and easier to manage, also if he sold the boy to the cannibal tribes then they would appreciate the gesture, as the eunuchs tended to be easily fattened up, a practice which nearly all cannibals took great relish in.

But selling the boy wasn’t on his mind for today. The hunter himself had become completely erect, his ten inch black rod literally pulsated within his loin cloth. Without bothering to untie the boy, he thrust deeply into his anus and swept away his virginity with one lunge into the hapless boys loins. Sometime during the rape the boy gratefully passed out, when next he awoke he had a severe pain in his lower body. Both his groin and his anus were bleeding from the attack.

The Hunter kept the boy for nearly a month, for him that was nearly a record. Finally he sold the boy to natives on the island of tribadad, the boy had served him well and besides he should consider himself lucky as the tribadad natives did not practice cannibalism, but a sex slave was another matter altogether, not such a bad life all things considered.

3 Jamie’s new home
Jamie was too tired to cry or to show outward emotions regarding his fate, he fell back into a dreamless sleep, a solitary tear rolled down his cheek, the boy choked back a sob as he cried out, “mummy where are you”

The next morning, strange sounds woke Jamie. For a moment he thought that he was safely tucked into his bunk on the steamer, but the sounds were not familiar. He blinked as he opened his eyes, the glare of the morning sun on the pure white sand blinded him, forcing Jamie to shade his eyes. Suddenly the memories of the last two days came back to him and he sobbed uncontrollably. For the next little while he sat feeling sorry for himself, would he ever see his mum and dad again? And even his little sister, even though she was a pain in the butt most of the time, he still loved her.

For the moment another feeling was invading his mind, hunger. His stomach cramped and he realized that he hadn’t eaten for nearly 24 hours. Jamie brushed his long blond hair away from his eyes and looked down at himself, sometime in the last two days he had lost his shoes and stockings as well as his shirt. He was dressed only in a pair of knicker-bocker shorts, although considering how warm it was and it was only early morning, he seriously doubted that he would die of exposure in this tropical climate.

Slowly he got to his feet and surveyed his surroundings. A white palm tree fringed beach stretched as far as he could see to the right, to the left a small rocky outcrop, and then the open sea. He realized how lucky he had been, if he had drifted another half a mile he would have missed the island completely. The island at first glance did not appear large, he could see a small hilltop in the distance, he suspected from his geography lessons that the island wasn’t volcanic, rather it was a coral atoll. A reef far off in the distance confirmed his theory, again he thought how lucky he had been to pass over the reef on a rising tide, and Jamie shuddered at the thought of being ripped to shreds by sharp coral.

A short climb up to the rocky outcrop confirmed it as being the headland. From his elevated view he could see nearly all of the island stretched before him. The island was at best two miles long and one mile wide. Off in the distance he could see other smaller islands, all about the same size. Considering the size of the island, Jamie thought it unlikely that it would be occupied, that thought filled him with mixed emotions, first and foremost was that it would make rescue in the near future unlikely, but then again he had heard stories of cannibals and such that populated these remote islands, and he shuddered at the thought.

Once again Jamie stomach cramped, he knew he would have to find both water and food soon, especially water. Even though he was still very sore and tired and his muscles ached, Jamie set of down the beach in search of the latter.

It didn’t take long for him to see the small stream that was flowing across the beach. Tentatively he knelt down and cupped a mouthful of water into the palm of his hands and held it to his mouth. Fresh, how excellent is that he thought to himself. Jamie was suddenly startled by a deep throated grunting noise coming from behind him, from somewhere through the trees. At first he was tempted to run, but like all young boys, curiosity overcame fear and he stealthily crept into the forest, trekking the source of the noise. About a hundred yards from the beach he saw a small lagoon, the source of the water, he surmised. Just on the other side of the lagoon a wild pig was sloshing noisily in a small pool, Jamie burst into laughter, “ what a brave warrior I am, afraid of a pig” he chuckled to himself.

Well at least he now knew that there was both water and food on the island, though he didn’t have the foggiest idea as to how to go about catching the food, the water of course was easy.

The food turned out to be a non-problem, as nearly every tree on the island contained some fruit or the other. Jamie quickly discovered his favorite to be a breadfruit, which like its name sake tasted exactly like sweet bread. The coconuts proved to be more of a challenge to him but were also more rewarding in that both the coconut meat and the milk were delicious.

After he had drank and eaten much more then he should have, Jamie collapsed onto the sand, and for the moment he was contented. His smooth chest and torso were completely covered in juices from coconuts and breadfruit. Jamie wanted to have a swim to clean off but he wasn’t sure about the beach, he was worried about sharks and such, so instead he waded into the crystal clear water of the pool.

Jamie frolicked in the water for over an hour, before a thought occurred to him; this was his drinking water, not a good idea to bath in your drinking water, so reluctantly he climbed back onto the bank. The pigs, having never seen a human before, did not seem to fear Jamie and they became curious, but not in an aggressive way, they stood a short distance from Jamie and grunted at him disdainfully, probably having realized that this silly animal was batching in the islands only fresh water supply.

Jamie knew that he would have to explore the island, but not yet, he was still too tired from the swim to the island. So instead he lay back in the bright sunlight and relaxed, he stripped off his pants and hung them carefully over a branch to dry. At first he felt self conscious at the thought of being naked, but then decided he kind of liked it and lay back naked on the grass.

While he was asleep his only item of clothing was unceremoniously ripped from the branch it was hanging from by a curious pig, the pig dragged Jamie’s woolen shorts into the bushes where he proceeded to rip it to shreds with his sharp tusks, the mild smell of the boy had attracted the male pig, he could smell competition and wanted to assert his maleness.

So it was that Jamie awoke naked and alone on this small coral atoll, he soon found the remnants of his pants and for the life of him couldn’t understand what had happened to them. What he was able to salvage he decided to store safely, being stranded alone and naked on a desert island was one thing, but to be rescued buck naked was unthinkable. For the moment he would remain naked, besides the weather was warm and the sea was inviting.

Over the coming weeks, Jamie became less sad concerning his predicament, and he started to recognize some of the benefits of being on a deserted island. First and foremost was, no school and then there was no rules and finally, and perhaps the best part, Jamie was able to spend countless hours partaking in his newly acquired favorite pastime, masturbating. Though he didn’t even know of the word, or what it meant, he did know the special feeling he got when he played with his penis. Besides he had plenty of time to practice, some days he would awake with an erection, play with himself until that special feeling came, swim, sleep and do it all over again.

As time went by Jamie couldn’t stomach the thought of harming the only other inhabitants of the island. Whilst he could have stood for pork chops, eating his cohabitants had absolutely no appeal to him. The pigs recognized that the boy appeared to be of no threat to him and mostly they left him alone. The boars, of which there were six or so, he gave a wide berth, as they were aggressive and on one occasion had chased him into the water. Jamie didn’t think that he was on their menu for dinner but rather that they felt that their territory was being invaded. The sows paid him no mind at all and just went about their daily business of foraging for food in the undergrowth. The piglets on the other hand were extremely affectionate and playful. Jamie would spend countless hours chasing the teenage piglets and being chased by them in a constant game of tiggy.

So it was that Jamie formed an unlikely alliance with his neighbors, for their part they provided companionship, and Jamie provided fruits that they could not reach, being ground foragers. After six months on the island, Jamie milky white skin had turned a golden brown and his hair had almost turned white from the constant exposure to sun and surf, if he had been aware of the dates he would have known that he was rapidly approaching his thirteenth birthday. The only outward sign to Jamie was that small hairs has started to sprout at the base of his penis, and it seemed to him that his penis was getting larger as well. Which with he a chuckle he realized it was growing probably because of all the pulling on it, he had done recently.

4 The dogs are restless
The hunter knew that he had best lay-low for the next season, taking the boy and girl had been profitable but foolish. He knew that the village elders would be organizing a search and that regardless of how cleverly he covered his tracks that some clue would be left behind as to their fate. So it was best to leave that part of the island group and hunt in safer waters.

The hunter hadn’t been to the remote islands in the south for many seasons, in fact he hadn’t intended on going there now, except the wind and current were pushing his large canoe that way. For a moment he considered paddling across the current and going to the east, but he realized he was getting to old to fight wind and wave so he simply lay back in his canoe and dozed, which the seas slowly pulled his boat towards and island, inhabited only by wild pigs and one very small white boy, though that fact was as yet unknown to the hunter.

For all of that night the current carried him further and further south, finally as dawn broke over the horizon he stirred. He sat idly watching the small atolls drift by. He knew the signs to look for, water running onto the beach meant fresh water which usually meant animals. 

In the distance he sighted a small atoll, smaller then the rest by some degree, he also sighted the dangerous reef surrounding the island and immediately picked up his paddle and turned his canoe back into open water. But today fate was on his side, the wind was blowing from the island, and the dogs picked up a scent they had not smelt in a long time, human. The dogs ears picked up and they both looked intently at the small island, suddenly barking. The hunter looked at the two dogs perplexed. He knew to trust their hunting skills, and even though he scanned the beach with his eyes and saw neither running water or any signs of life, he stopped paddling and turned the boat back towards the beach.

As it turned out he was on the exact opposite side of the island to Jamie. It took the hunter the better part of an hour to find a navigable path through the reef, finally just past lunch he pulled his canoe up onto the beach. The two dogs jumped out eagerly and the hunter had to call them back.

The hunter gathered his tools of trade and gave the signal to the dogs to hunt. Eagerly the dogs bounded into the thick foliage. Within an hour the hunter was rewarded with 4 large male pigs, 2 sows and a three piglets. He was very happy with himself. He estimated that there were more pigs on the island but simply did not have room in his small craft for any more, so he bound the pigs together on the beach next to his canoe, ready to head off through the reef before the tide turned.

To the hunters surprise the dogs were still extremely excited and agitated. He was surprised because they had already brought down the pigs, more pigs would not have gotten them this excited. He gave them the signal to hunt once again.

The Hunter and the dogs trekked clear the way through the island and the hunter became annoyed as it was getting to the point where he would be stuck on the island overnight if he did not leave soon. He was just about to call the dogs back when something caught his eye.

At first he thought he was hallucinating, he rubbed his eyes vigorously to clear them, and when he opened them again he saw the same thing. What appeared to be a boy was playing naked at the waters edge, but not a normal boy, this boy was a golden white color and his hair was white, his beautiful body glistened wet in the sunlight, causing the hunters penis to jump to attention. The boy was laughing and chasing a piglet up the beach.

The Hunter had only seen white men twice in his life, and after that encounter he wasn’t in a hurry to see any more of them as they had only brought him misery and suffering, not to mention that they were extremely bad for business. But it didn’t make sense, this boy appeared to be alone?

The hunter called the dogs back under cover and hid. He watched the boy from a safe distance as he played some kind of chasing game with the piglets, laughing and yelling as he dived on top of a piglet whilst another piglet nipped at his ankles. Idly the Hunter fondled his penis as he became more and more aroused by the young boy playing at the waters edge.

The hunter crept back away from the beach and over the next hour did a complete survey of the island and found no trace whatsoever of the boys parents, he became more and more excited as each moment went by. He hurriedly made his way back to the beach, and gave the dogs the signal to hunt.

5 Jamie’s capture
Deep inside Jamie felt uneasiness, he had felt it all afternoon but could not work out why. The older pigs seemed to sense it also, most of them hid in the bushes. At one point Jamie thought he was going crazy because he thought that he had heard a dog barking.
The piglets were completely oblivious to anything other then the game they were playing with the curious companion. Suddenly Jamie heard it again, this time he knew he wasn’t dreaming, it was a dogs bark. Jamie scanned the beach with his eyes, then suddenly he saw them!

Two large dogs, and an even larger native were running down the beach towards him, Jamie panicked, turned and ran as fast as he could, the piglets scattered into the bushes.

The dogs caught the scent of the boy and chased after him, he wasn’t as large as the previous humans they had run down and this time there was two of them to do the work so they decided to let the human exhaust himself for a while. The caught up with the boy about midway up the beach and just nipped at his heels. Jamie screamed in terror and peed himself. The dogs smelled the urine, smelt the fear and grew even more excited.

Suddenly the larger of the two dogs lunged at Jamie.

Jamie was running as fast as his 13 year old legs could carry him, when all of a sudden he felt something close around his scrotum, teeth sharp teeth. The pain was unbearable and Jamie cried out in terror as the dogs ran him down.

He landed flat on his stomach, ten feet short of the rocky outcrop and probably safety, or so Jamie thought. He clawed the sand with his fingernails to try and reach the safety of the rocks but the big dog dragged him back by the balls. Jamie screamed yet again. He twisted onto his back and tried to kick out at the dog, but the dog managed to avoid being hit. Suddenly the second dog was upon Jamie, and he went straight for Jamie’s smooth white throat. The dogs huge maw locked down on his throat, cutting off his air supply.

The fight went on for a couple more minutes, one dog dragging the small boy backwards through the sand by his balls, whilst the other dog stretched him out by the throat. Suddenly the fight went out of the boy and he lay there and pray that somehow he would survive. The dogs sensed his submission and let up enough to allow the boy to breath, and that’s exactly how the hunter found his dogs, with the beautiful golden boy stretched out between them, completely at the mercy of their teeth.

The hunter looked on in awe at the beauty of the child, near as he could tell the boy was probably in his 11th season maybe 12, but he had not hair on his cocklet to speak off so probably more like 11 he decided. His cocklet was small but beautifully formed and his body was lean but not yet muscular.

The Hunter called off the dogs, and the boy instantly clamped his legs shut and tried to conceal his private parts, he curled up into a ball and cried.

Continued in, The hunter and his booty….

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