When I opened the eyes I found myself at a weird place. I was in nature. Clouds and birds were moving slowly above myself. With a muted groan I perched myself on my butt and took slowly a look around. Tropical, clear ocean was at my feet and some steps up the beach I could see palm trees. I blinked, stood up slowly and recognized only now how horrible I felt myself. I staged a little bit, but was able to stand. It wasn't only the environment that seemed so unfamiliar. I recognized that I wasn't able to remember anything. I didn't even know my name in this moment. It was a strange feeling of helplessness. I looked again about and saw this time some wooden boards on the ground. Was I stranded here? A survivor of a maritime disaster? That would be at least an explanation for the worn-out, tattered clothing I was wearing. I went through my hair with the hand and staggered across the beach. I froze when I saw two people looking puzzled at me. They were natives, probably Polynesian origin. A man and a woman, both only covered with loincloths and a little painting. Their glance became curiously. The women pointed at me. I made another step forward, before I felt how my knees give away and how I landed with my face in the sand. Everything around me became black.

When I woke up at least, I was relieved that I was still alive, even if I wasn't able to remember anything anymore. But in the next moment I recognized that something was not right. I was tied up. With some trouble I could lift my head and took a look around. I was in the middle of a native village under the open sky on a couch made of stone. My limbs were tightly tied up to all four sides. They cut in the flesh so that I gave it very quickly up to free myself. Now I noticed the natives standing around me. Most of them just did their work, some others stalled, looked at me, pointed at me or just laughed about me. What was that going to be? Were they maybe cannibals who wanted to eat me? I didn't like this thought at all. I cleared my throat and tried to explain my situation to them. Told them that I lost my memory and would need help. No one listened, but instead the laughing get more. I heard one of them shouting something, but I wasn't able to understand anything. The language was completely unfamiliar. I groaned as I recognized that I couldn't explain them what happened to me. I became feeling uneasy as they continued laughing at me. I felt like I was in the pillory.

Some minutes later the crowd made room for a young woman coming up to me. She had a smile on her faces and was only covered by a small piece of cloth. Under other circumstances that would have been surely very erotic, but in this moment I was more concerned. I tried to talk to her too, but she ignored me. I froze when she drew a little knife. One moment I thought she would hurt me, but instead she took my worn-out shirt in the left hand and stuck with the right one the razor through the cloth. One fast movement and there was a long cut. She put the knife back in her sheath and ripped my clothes apart. She cut some more times until she had my outer clothing in her hands. She handled the rest of my clothes as well until she gave my boxer shorts a sideways cut and tore it off. The natives cheered, now where I was lying naked in front of them. I felt how I blushed. It was embarrassing. The girl took all my clothes with a smile and carried them away. Now I was left alone for some time. The time was running, the sun rose higher until the blazing midday sun shined on my body. The sweat ran over my skin. From time to time I tried to beg the people for help, but either they didn't understand me or the ignored me simply. With a groaning I had to lie flat. Even children turned up, laughed and throw words at me I did not understand.

After some time it became silent. The conversations stopped and an older member of the tribal came to me to examine me. Even he didn't listen to my words. Instead, the older man muttered something and started to touch my body. It was embarrassing to be touched, but I didn't have any choice. I was relieved when he announced something loudly and went away. His last words aroused somehow enthusiasm at the natives. It didn't take long until it went on. A male native tramped to the stone block I was lying on and stuffed a burlap sacky in my mouth so that it filled out my oral cavity. I just wanted to protest to make at least clear that I didn't like that, as someone poured me a cup with sand in my mouth. I was shocked. Some full cups were poured in my oral cavity. The sack didn't let through even a single grain of sand, but I noticed that my mouth was filled out slowly. I shouted something, but nothing more that some dull sounds were to be heard what evoked even more laughing. My hands tensed up while my cheeks grew. At last, after way too much sand, the sacky was laced up neatly with a string that they tied behind my head. I tried to spew it out, but it was impossible due to the width. The improvised gag wasn't able to move neither forwards nor backwards. Gradually I became feeling even more uncomfortable. Why did they do that? Did these natives just like to torture me?

The man stepped aside and made place for the girl from earlier which already undressed me. She drew again her knife and took my hair. I gave out indefinable noises while she started to cut off my hair. At least she didn't try to scalp me like in a bad movie. The razor wasn't sharp enough so that I only felt pain. I had tears in my eyes because she pulled my hair again and again. When she was satisfied with the result of my more or less cutted hair she got a small bowl from another woman. Carefully she dipped a wooden scrapper in the bowl and began to coat my skin with a white liquid. Very carefully and every part of my body. Even my head skin was coated with the liquid. It took only minutes until it started to burn. I tried desperate to wind myself to avoid that she could coat more of my body with it, but that was of course impossible. The ties hold me on the spot. I groaned mutely while the burning gain intensity. It felt like an advanced sun burning. After she was finished, she waited some more minutes before she moved another scrapper over my skin. All my hair solved practically by themselves. She scraped conscientiously every single hair until I was even more naked that before. Even my hair on the head wasn't there any more. Depilated from head to foot. Gradually I thought that they really wanted to eat me. I breathed heavily by this thought. Meanwhile the gag dried out my mouth. The sand absorbed every single water. I closed my eyes and hoped that it would end soon.

They left me alone for half an hour until I noticed conservations again. A lot of the people talked to each other, walked around exited. I looked down my skin and recognized that it seemed to be more bright. It seemed to fade in the sun. Was it due to the liquid they used to depilate my hair? I took my head back, turn him around and looked at some of the natives. It looked like they reached an agreement. There were some shouting, even more people came to me. Some minutes later they got into a line. Really carefully. I furrowed my brow. Both natives at the very front came to be and freed by legs. At last. But I got my hopes up too soon. Instead of freeing me completely they tied the ropes around my feet up the same ring which hold my hands. In this uncomfortable position my hands and my feet were on the same level. I understood some seconds later when the very first of the natives came to me and knelt on the stone block. He shove away his loincloth and pushed his cock in my butt hole. My eyes widened reflexive. That was the reason for this bondage. My back door was completely unprotected his way. With a jolt he penetrated me. I yelled behind my gag when he stabbed. Again and again. Even if I could not remember – I was pretty sure that my butt was virgin until now. The feeling was embarrassing. He stabbed his limb over and over in my tight bottom until he came. I felt how hot liquid was pumped in me. In this moment I understood that it was even more terrible. All men of this village were in one line. My fears became true when the next native came to me. It seemed like he wouldn't even mind pushing his cock in my filled butt hole. I yelled again. Or tried it at least. No mercy. While every single man amused himself with me, they build up a complete fest around the stone altar. They danced, sang and drank a lot. And it looked like I was the main attraction. They gave me no pause while I was screwed by everyone. Every male native stabbed his cock in my hole until he pumped his individual liquid in my ass. The more this day drew to a close the more my ass hurt. And the more widened my butt hole was. The first rape was very painful due to the inexperienced tight of my butt and the missing lube, whereas the last rapes were hardly to feel. Only the amount of sperm in my bowels disgusted me. In the meantime it streamed during the short pauses out of me. I guessed the most painful was that all of that wasn't able to arouse me. The situation scared me way too much, was much too uneasy to get a climax myself. Instead of that I was demoted to a toy of the tribal. Only after several hours and very late in the night everybody was finished and let me alone. Although some people around me were still celebrating I felt due to the exhaustion very fast asleep.

I woke up thanks to some noises. I opened my eyes, took a quick look around. At last the crowd around me was no longer there. The sounds came from some people which were already awake to work. I realized that in the meantime I had been tied up in my normal position. It seemed that also my butt had been cleaned. Nevertheless it seemed that there was still something sticky between my buttocks. And above all I was still thirsty. The gag dried my complete mouth. I had probably not a single drop saliva. I exhaled enervately. I had to wait one more time. I seemed to be one or two hours before a female native came to me. She had a thick, wooden pipe in her hand that seemed to be bent at one side. She planted herself at the foot of the stone daybed and began to push the pipe into my butt hole. I groaned, but wasn't able to do anything against it. I just could not find the power to press by buttocks together so that the pipe wouldn't pass them. Yesterday's session had widen by hole way too much. After the pipe was way too deep in my butt, the young woman started to fill a liquid from a cup into the pipe. The pleasant smell of herbage reaches my nose, but the feeling wasn't pleasant at all. It didn't matter how much I tried to contract my muscles, the mixture flew directly into my bowels. It was really a lot. I guessed that it were some liters she filled in the pipe. She knocked some times against the wooden pipe until she was sure that all of the liquid was inside my body. Than she pulled it out of me. To crown it all she put a kind of cork in my butt. Once she left I tried to pushed everything out of me. It was just not possible. Although the pressure was increasing, the cork avoided that I was able to relief myself. It took just some minutes before I noticed a mumble and realized that my stomach began to inflate. He became more rounded while the thing in me began to spread. Shortly after there came a crowd of children making fun of me. They seemed to find it funny how my stomach inflated. A woman passed and gave every one of them smiling a tiny bowl. I watched in amazement how they ran towards me and began to paint my stomach with finger paint. During that I had the feeling that my poor stomach gained still more volume. It became a bigger belly than I ever imagined would be possible.

Once my belly was decorated with different patterns, even my arms and legs were painted with stripes and unknown signs. It seemed that at least the inflation stopped now. It was indeed enough because my belly looked in the meantime like the belly of a pregnant woman. He was round and weight increasingly heavily on me. Again, I couldn't do anything against it.

Once the children finished me and started to play together again, it was again the turn of the girl from the beginning.

With a smile she held one half of a coconut in her hand that she placed carefully beside my head. That, at last, she freed me from this terrible gag. She had to shuffle out first some sand before she could take the sacky out of my mouth. I took reflexive a depth breath. She also took the opened coconut and feed me with the content. The coconut water tasted sweet and was wonderful refreshing. At least something. I felt in fact my stomach mumbling, but I was glad to get rid of that awful, dry, dusty taste in my throat. Once the coconut was empty she took her knife and scraped out skilled the real fruit flesh, which she gave to another woman who distributed it to the children. I watched fascinated how the girl bored holes into the shell at two opposite sides, before threading a string through them. She went shortly to the crowd, received something and came back to me. With only two fingers she pushed open my mouth and shoved a fruit into it. Before I was able to realize and get rid of it, she put the prepared shell of the nut over my mouth and fixed it with the string behind my head. I was gagged again. The big fruit, which prevented me from speaking, was by the way rock-hard, so that I couldn't chew it up. I felt deeply childish with the coconut mask.

The girl talked a moment to someone in the crowd, which assembled during the time again, before she came back and grabbed grinning between my legs. With a fast jolt she pulled the cork out of me. I tried immediately to relief to get rid of the enormous pressure and the budding stomach ache. Try as I might, nothing happened. Among loud laughing of the natives the girl began to touch my belly carefully. It seemed to be rock-hard. She began to palpate also my butt. She got with her small hand surprising deep into it. The liquid must have flown very deep into my bowels, before it had hardened. Once the girl announced something, another young native arrived by run. With a grin she held up a root, which she gave the other girl. The root looked like a radish and was nearly as big. I had a sense of foreboding. She began indeed to peel the root with her knife until something red was visible. Then, she put it away and got a liquid in a small bowl someone handed her. She rubbed the liquid completely on the root. She came closer to me, climbed carefully on the stone altar and pressed the root into my not so virgin butt hole. The root was thicker and longer than I thought. Nevertheless it disappeared completely in me. Probably only the green leaves looked out. I tried to press it out, but the girl pressed against it. With all her power she held the root some minutes on the spot, before she suddenly let it go. I wanted to use this opportunity, but it was like the root was now glued. It didn't move, blocked instead my back door. Things were coming from bad to worse.

It became really bad after that. Some men near me kindled a campfire, while a woman put a pot with water on it. At least it wasn't big enough for me. So they wouldn't eat me know. Instead, the girl drew her knife out of her sheath, rotated it in her hand and sat elegant down between my legs. She waited some more minutes, then she took my testicles in her hand. I whimpered when she jabbed the knife into them. She opened them carefully in precision work. She made it that slow so that it wasn't even hurting very much. I was only able to watch helplessness while she opened my scrotum on both sides. Just as gentle she pressed a little bit on it so that the real testicles slipped out. Tears appeared in my eyes. She dragged the spermatic cord out, held the red egg in her hand and cut of the cord at the bottom. I yelled. On the one hand because of the pain I felt and on the other hand because of the loss, I just made. She did the same with my other testicle. I had just been castrated. I wasn't even a boy. I watched crying, how she gave the testicles to the woman who threw them directly into the boiling water. So they were indeed going to eat me? Part by part? Once she gave my testicles away, the girl received two little fruits, just like the one in my mouth. She put them grinning in my empty scrotum and began to sew it up. I guessed the tribal really just wanted to torture me. This thought was confirmed by the next event. A man brought a wooden device, consisting of a thick pipe and a crank on it. These natives seemed to be technically experienced. The girl rubbed my cock a little bit with her hand until it was erect. She then put the device on my cock. With a nasty grin and increasing howling of the other natives she turned the crank. In the first moment nothing happened, but then I noticed something touching my glans. I yelled behind my gag, when I realized that a razor cut off the very top part of my glans. The razor moved slowly down, while the girl turned the crank. My cock was cut up part by part. Sliced. The pain was horrible. I felt the razor scratching a painful wound, cutting off a part of my cock, just before the same razor moved a next time and cut off even more. My cock pumped furiously, not understanding that it was destroyed in this very moment. I reared in my ties, was as in ecstasy, while I was castrated bit by bit. It took many minutes, before the razor was on the bottom and the girl took off the device. My cock, beforehand in a reasonable size, lay there in sliced between my legs. I looked down, could only see blood. In this very moment the girl jumped from the altar and two natives appeared on the run. The remnants of my cock were thrown into the pot. With a special salve the bleeding was stopped in minutes.

They didn't give me rest. I was still paralyzed, when they untied me. Too paralyzed to defend myself. They took a long, wooden pole and tied there my hands as well as my feet. Two men lift it on one side, so that I hung on the pole like a pig. A real marching up began. Among wild screaming and music I was carried across the island. Way too late I realized that we were going up a mountain. The mountain, as I called it in my mind, was indeed an active volcano. I swallowed when I understood that they wouldn't going to eat me. They would sacrifice me.

There was in fact a platform above the seething lava, where they took me. Once again I was tied up there. This time between two big stems, so that my limbs very pulled in every direction. Now every single native looked curiously at me. The older men I knew from the other day came to the front and started a speech. He pointed again and again on me. I felt more than just childish. I was completely naked and depilated, had an inflated belly, even a root in my ass. I had been castrated, was tied up and gagged. And they had daubed me with paint.

The man came closer to me, drew a long knife. My eyes widened. This was the end. He put the knife point on my belly button. In this moment he stabbed and moved the knife slowly up, I realized that I didn't even know my own name.