As Ethan’s eyes focused, he could still see nothing. Instead, images from his brain portrayed themselves on whatever was blocking his vision. He could clearly see his home, where he had been only a few days ago. His body remembered the familiar smells and their scents were almost palpable… instead, as he inhaled, he found the scent of the dangerous and fearsome jungle, which could only be described as “alive”. He tried to remember how he had gotten where he was. He did not remember being tied or rendered unconscious… The last thing Ethan remembered was being on a cruise ship. The ship has stopped at a port that rested alongside a beautiful jungle and Ethan had rushed off from his parents to gather a bit of sand from the foreign shore, just for the memories. Had he been abducted? He would never know. His thoughts were cut short by a loud voice sounding in front of him.

Ethan felt something cold touch his face. He recoiled from it, but the voice spoke out again in a strange and guttural language. The cold object touched him again and the cloth tied around his eyes fell from his face, cut in half by the sharp, makeshift spear that had just been centimeters away from his skull. Holding the spear was a beautiful Ebon woman with a rich and beautiful skin tone; the color of chocolate. Her big eyes looked at him quizzically, studying him. She wore little clothing, only a garment around her waist made of leaves from a banana tree. Ethan’s eyes found the woman’s large and voluptuous breasts and his fourteen-year-old adolescent hormones began to pump wildly into his system, making his limp dick stiffen up a bit. The woman giggled as she eyed Ethan’s boyhood and she walked away, into a thicket of trees.

Without the woman acting as a distraction, Ethan was able to take in his surroundings. He realized that he was tied to two posts that were planted securely in the ground. Each post extended about twelve feet into the air, but Ethan was suspended only about three feet from the ground. His ankles were tied to the base of the posts and his wrists were tied towards the middle. There was also a thick rope around his waist that was tied to both posts between the other ties. The posts stood about four-and-a-half feet wide, making his limbs have to stretch to touch the posts at all. He could hardly bend his arms and his legs were spread far apart so that his member and his balls swung freely in the breeze. There was no way that Ethan was getting free without assistance.

Towards the left of the clearing that the posts sat in, Ethan could see a pile of clothing. They were his, no doubt. So this woman had captured him. But why? His eyes moved around the clearing, but saw nothing else. There was a thicket of extremely tall trees that circled the clearing. The semi-circle of tree-less sand seemed very unnatural in the middle of the jungle paradise that surrounded him. Ethan continued to fight against his restraints, rubbing the skin beneath the rope knots raw. He kicked and squirmed and tore away from the ropes around his wrists, but found his mobility completely disabled. With his most violent thrashing, he moved only a few centimeters forward or backward. He yelled in frustration and called for help, but only a few birds, startled at his screams, moved from the jungle trees.

Ethan sighed, defeated. He could see no way down without hurting himself or cutting through his limbs with the ropes. Even then, the rope around his waist would prove impossible to remove. Just about this time, the woman returned, brandishing her spear fiercely. She stepped forth into the clearing, still far from Ethan, and crouched down, touching one knee to the ground and placing her forehead against the spear, which she had stabbed into the sand. She spoke a few words in her strange language and from behind her emerged another beautiful woman, perhaps the most attractive woman that Ethan had even laid eyes upon.

She, too, had Ebon skin, yet hers was lighter, like the color of a rich caramel with a hint of milk chocolate thrown in. Her hair, unlike the woman in meditation, was cut short, her bangs jagged across her forehead. She had big, wild eyes that held the color of wet sand and a cute, straight nose. Her lips were extremely full and painted with some sort of coloring, probably from a ripened fruit. Around her neck, she wore a band of bones and seashells that matched the similar ones around her wrists and ankles. Her torso was painted with symbols and drawings of a deep blue color that contrasted well with her skin tone. She held a staff made of jungle wood that was topped with the skull of some sort of animal, which was painted with red symbols matching the ones on her body. Her breasts were fantastic – large and robust with erect nipples on each. Ethan’s testosterone began to pump through his body once more and his softened boyhood jutted upward again, pointing towards the sky in a fierce, scarlet erection.

Like many American boys, Ethan was circumcised and was the definition of boy. He had long blonde hair that ended just above his beautiful blue eyes and rested on his collar on the back. He, too, had erect nipples upon his hairless chest, although his were pink and smaller than the woman’s. He had a sparse few hairs in his underarms, just entering puberty a year or so ago. His stomach was hairless, as well, yet he had a fair patch of pubic hair above his thick, six-inch member. His balls hung low due to the tropical heat and looked full to bursting, especially with the throbbing hard-on that rested above them. Ethan’s eyes lingered on the beautiful, exotic woman.

The other woman, obviously below the painted one in status, rose from the ground and pointed at Ethan’s dick, whispering to the light-skinned woman. She smiled in return and began walking towards Ethan. As she approached him, her eyes moved up and down his body, taking in his beauty. Ethan was shameless in exposing himself to the woman and even thrusted his hips forward the best he could to make his boyhood seem larger. The woman smiled at that. She reached upward with her staff and tore the cloth from his mouth with a spike from the animal skull. It fell to the ground and Ethan could now speak.

She looked up at him curiously and met his eyes with hers. “Where from?” she spoke with a thick, foreign accent.

Ethan was taken aback. He was not expecting her to speak English. “America,” he responded.

The woman purred. “I like Americans. Nothing like them. You beautiful,” she said, tracing small patterns in the skin of his thigh lovingly.

“Thank you,” the boy responded. “You’re quite beautiful, also. Can you help me down?”

The woman smiled. “No… I don’t think I will. You better there.” As the woman spoke this sentence, Ethan realized for the first time that he was just high enough so that his boyhood was level with the woman’s mouth. This made him become even harder at the thought of her exotic lips around his meat.

“Why?” Ethan asked, although he really didn’t care, so long as the woman stayed in his view.

“Easier to feed,” the woman replied quietly, still tracing things on his thigh as she rested her head against the post he was tied to. “White man… delicious.”

Ethan’s eyes widened at this as his heart thudded against his chest violently. “What do you mean?” he asked, unable to stop his voice from raising an octave mid-sentence.

The woman giggled. “You old enough. You give juice, yes? You can be ate. You will be delicious.”

Ethan fought against his restraints harder than ever before, yet he still found himself unable to move much. “Let me go!” he demanded.

“I think no. You will feed. I will eat. My people will eat. White man learn. White man learn good,” she said, turning her back to him. Ethan fought harder. Cannibals? Really? Fucking cannibals captured him and planned to eat him? No fucking way.

Ethan tore and fought and ripped at his restraints, trying as best he could to remove his limbs from them. The veins in his arms stood out, bulging as he struggled. A thin glaze of sweat covered his body. The woman in front of her called out in her native tongue and several more women crept out of the thicket to view the strange white boy. The woman turned back towards Ethan and grinned violently. He could see now that her teeth had been filed down into sharp points, giving them all the viciousness of canines.

“I eat. You learn. White man no belong. This our jungle. White man learn.”

Ethan pleaded for his life. “No, please! I’ll leave – I’ll get the hell out of this place and go back home, I promise! Let me go!”

The woman glared at him. “You no have choice. You feed. You ours, white man. You ours.”

The woman set down her staff on the ground and crouched to position herself on both knees. The other women followed suit and in unison they spoke in their native tongue. When the prayer-like chant was finished, they grunted aloud and the woman stood back up and took Ethan’s limp member between her soft hands.

Ethan’s eyes widened once again in a panic. She planned to eat his cock! SHE WAS GOING TO EAT HIS COCK! Ethan started struggling again, pleading as he did so: “NO!” he screamed. “NOT MY DICK! NOT MY DICK!”

The woman looked up at him and smiled her vicious and evil smile. “This so precious to men. So little… so important. White man learn. You ours. This jungle ours. You learn.”

And as she finished her sentence, she lowered her head, parting those succulent and sweet painted lips and took Ethan’s boyhood into her mouth, running her tongue over the very tip lightly. Ethan’s cock instantly began to fill with blood, sensing its first experience with oral sex. Tears streamed down the boy’s face as his own dick betrayed him and grew hard in the cannibal’s mouth. Within seconds, he was at full length and the woman was quite pleased with what she tasted.

As much as she hated the trespassing white men who desecrated her jungle with their presence, she had to admit that there was no meat quite like a white man’s. As her tongue drew itself across Ethan’s hardness, along the underside of his boyish shaft, toyed with the slit and the ridge beneath his glans, she found herself to be having fun. She loved unmanning white men. It was a secret pleasure that she took part in quite often. Her people believed it was a way of teaching the men a lesson, however their leader could cum just from the taste of their meat on her tongue.

As the woman sucked, Ethan’s fourteen-year-old body gave in to her whims and he allowed himself to take pleasure from the teasing. As he felt her tongue circle the ridge of his cock head, he shuddered with pleasure and began to thrust in and out of the woman’s mouth with a steady pace. His mobility was limited, so it was up to the woman to please him well. She was quite adept at sucking and was able to take all of the boy’s length into her throat while coaxing his balls with her hands. As she squeezed each testicle and swallowed repeatedly to force her muscles to contract around his pre-cum oozing adolescent boyhood, he moaned aloud.

Almost as if his moan was her cue, another woman ran towards him from the crowd and, using a string around her wrist, tied several tight knots around the base of Ethan’s cock. She quickly retreated, bowing to her leader, and Ethan was left with an everlasting erection so long as the string stayed put. The leader seemed to take no notice as she continued with her swallowing and squeezing, but she knew… she knew now that the white man would never lose his hardness, even as she feasted from his loins.

Within a few minutes, Ethan’s inexperience and adolescence caused him to have an orgasm with this minimal pleasure. His cock flexed upward in the woman’s mouth and shot a thick gush of his teenage seed into her throat, which she swallowed gratefully. Another gush burst forth from his aching cock, and another. The boy’s back arched with pleasure as his hips thrusted forward with each stream of seed that came forth. He moaned loudly and panted afterward, reveling in his one and only blowjob.

Instead of his cock becoming limp as it should, he stayed fully erect. Due to the string at the base of his cock, the blood was unable to leave his dick, keeping him excited. The woman released her hold on Ethan’s cock and slid her lips around only the head, placing her teeth right behind the glans, against the ridge of his cock head.

“NO! PLEASE!” Ethan said, coming back to reality. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO! I’LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW!”

But the woman did not acknowledge his pleas. Instead, she gripped his scrotum tightly, squeezing his balls somewhat painfully and began to close her teeth. Ethan screamed and bucked his hips and did all he could to escape the evil woman’s grasp but his actions brought forth no freedom. He could feel the woman’s sharpened teeth pierce the tender flesh; each one of her teeth entered his shaft. He cried out, tears streaming down his face. Time seemed to be in a standstill.

Finally, it happened. The cannibal woman closed her teeth quickly, allowing them to meet in the center of Ethan’s throbbing erection. She pulled away, jerking her head back with painful force, and severed the glans. Ethan could not speak. He could not scream. He had just lost the most important thing, his most prized possession, in his teenage life. The pain came to him in waves as he began shrieking and fighting the ropes.

The head of his cock rested against the tongue of the cannibal leader. She could almost feel it, still throbbing… still alive. She slid it between her molars and began to chew with delight as the flavor of the exotic meat touched her tongue brilliantly. She wanted more. She craved more. She took more.

As Ethan was screaming, she bent forward once more and took the next half-inch of his shaft between her teeth and bit down once again, tearing another part of his boyhood from his body. She shuddered as she devoured his meat – everything that defined him as a man. Before the final bite was taken, Ethan hanged limply in his ropes, unconscious from the searing pain. The woman took the final bite, taking the last stub of his cock, allowing the string to fall between them. As her teeth bit through, her mouth was flooded with another load of his teenage spunk, his balls’ last attempt to fertilize something. This was taken joyously by the woman, who then moved on to Ethan’s balls.

She tore open his scrotum with her vicious teeth and ripped each of his testicles from their cord with a violent jerk. She chewed into each, tasting his delicious sperm, and proceeded to take his scrotum. She stood, Ethan’s blood covering her chest, and smiled at her people. With haste, two women from the tribe carried Ethan’s unconscious body back to the port from where they had stolen him. There was a hospital there that would take care of the boy’s injuries and return him back to the white lands. He would serve as a symbol to any other white men that dared set foot in the cannibal woman’s jungle.

[Inspired by “The Ravenous Cannibal Queen” by ~Aethean~.]