The hunter and the boy part 5

For the next few days Jamie’s life consisted solely of being the sex slave to the seemingly insatiable hunter, on average he would fuck the boy three times a day. Jamie would collapse exhausted and sleep after each time the hunter fucked him. He sank into a dark-black dreamless void only to be awoken and fucked yet again. His hole, being constantly pounded by the hunters huge cock, had loosened, so that it no longer hurt when he fucked Jamie. In fact after the first couple of days Jamie was actually enjoying the torrid sessions with the hunter, each time Jamie would spew his teenage juices into the soft sand beneath him, just as the hunter spewed his burning hot lava deep into Jamie’s teenage bowels.

Being as young and pliable as he is, Jamie quickly learned his place in the small island community that he now called his home, Jamie’s social status was somewhat less than the hunters dogs, but on a good day slightly above that of the other farm animals, after all, as yet, the hunter hadn’t eaten him, which is more than he could say for the poor goats, fortunately the pigs seemed to be faring slightly better than the goats.

Even though Jamie feared the hunter, he feared the hounds even more, whilst the hunter had 100 percent enslaved Jamie, the hounds had 200 percent enslaved him. Jamie had learnt that by using his sexuality he could gain a miniscule amount of leverage over the hunter, just by tightening his asshole at the right time or by moving this way or that, or by sucking a little harder on his cock… But the dogs were ruthless and cruel, nothing Jamie could do, would in any way, woo them. At night he slept in the pig pen, he was no longer tethered, there was no need because at least two of the three hounds slept in the enclosure and they made sure that Jamie wasn’t going anywhere. He hated the big brown dog the most, he seemed to be the leader, and every so often he would trot over to Jamie, growl at him, and then urinate on his face, this was to let the other hounds and the animals know that Jamie was his bitch.

As the weeks went by, the hunter realized happily that the boy was slowly being reduced to a mere farm animal. The hunter no longer had to endure the boys tears and woeful pleas in his sing song foreign tongue, in fact the boy was now completely pliant, the harder he fucked him, the more he seemed to enjoy it.

So far he had managed to stop the dogs from fucking the boy, the hunter feared that their cocks with their coconut sized knot, would either rupture the boy or make him so loose as to be unappealing to fuck, in return for their compliance he spared the pigs lives and let the dogs slake their lusts on them instead. But he could clearly see that the dogs smelled the boys sex and that the tension was building, he knew he would have to do something soon.

From Jamie point of view--

I used to think to myself how complicated life is, in my old world, which I can hardly even remember now, there were all sorts of things to worry about, school work, friends, social occasions, chores, dressing properly, keeping mum and dad happy by living up to their expectations. When I was marooned on the other island I was pretty much free of those kinds of responsibilities, of course I had my little animal friends but apart from having to find food to eat and a comfortable place to sleep, I was living in paradise, especially since I discovered the wonders of jacking off, which is pretty much all I ever felt like doing back then… I wouldn’t have thought that life could get any simpler, but you know what? It has.

It seems to me that every creature in the world falls into one of two categories, the hunter or the hunted, the predator and the prey, the master and the slave. I guess I am the latter, a slave. Its not such a bad life really, I mean its filled with lots and lots of fearful things, but on the upside of being a the slave or the prey, you don’t have to think too much, which is something I was never all that good at. When the cannibal wants to fuck me, he just does and I just go along for the ride, when the dogs want to show their dominance over me, they piss on me and I cower, which I might add is not entirely pretend on my part. The big brown dog scares me the most, he likes to show his dominance in other ways, for instance I have learnt that when he growls in a certain way I am to rest on my knees, arch my back as far as it will go back and present my throat to him. He always does the same thing, his hug maw closes tightly around my neck and he squeezes, if I show any signs of resisting then he bites me. I have learnt to accept that if he wants to kill me he can, he knows it and I know it. Sometimes he will put his snout up between my legs and close his jaws on my penis and balls, I guess that scares me the most because I am afraid he will bite them off, but so far he hasn’t. The most he has done is to clamp down on them until tears form in my eyes. Afterwards he urinates on me and then trots off into the corner, happy that his little bitch has been good.

Each night I watch the three dogs fuck the pigs, man o man do they give them a hard time. Doesn’t matter if it’s a male or a female pig, they all get it either in their asses like I do, or with the females in their private parts. It must have been about the third night when the moon was really bright that I saw for the first time, the lump in their cocks. It’s huge, almost twice the size of the cannibal’s fist when its clenched, and when they shove it into the pigs o-man do they squeal.  So far apart from licking my crack they haven’t tried to fuck me, for that I am grateful, for I would surely die if that were to happen.

The cannibal used to fuck me three times a day, in the morning when he first wakes up, then about mid morning and then for the last time in the night before he goes to sleep, at which time I have learnt to walk over to the pig pen and sleep in my own little corner. At first his fucking hurt really badly and the first time I bled something awful, I thought I was going to die but I didn’t. Now the fucking only hurts for a little while and I have learnt a few tricks along the way. I always try to suck his cock first, he doesn’t seem to mind that as long as I don’t do it for to long, the best part is that I use my spit to lubricate his penis so that it doesn’t hurt as much, also I have learnt to use my own spit to lubricate my hole before he fucks me. When he fucks me he always seems to touch something deep within me, I have learnt to close my eyes and imagine an entirely different situation, all I feel is HIS cock rubbing MY special place while my mind wonders off into another place.

So far every time he has fucked me I have squirted. The worst times are when I squirt first but he hasn’t because then it starts to hurt and I want it to be over as soon as possible, usually I will pull down hard on the muscles in my stomach and it makes my butt muscles clench, he seems to like that a lot and usually squirts not long after. Sometimes after he fucks me he lets me stay with him until he falls asleep. On and on he babbles in his crude native language. Sometimes I detect sadness in his voice and I snuggle up against him to show him that I sense his sadness although the reasons are completely unclear to me. Sometimes I will be playful and if he is in the right mood he will respond by fucking me again, if he isn’t then he will yell at me and I return to my pen and hope for a better day tomorrow.

That’s how my days go, being fucked and trying to find ways to please my master. Deep down I know that he really isn’t my master but any outward signs on my part are quickly dealt with by the cannibal. Usually in the form a good thrashing followed by a painful fuck. Occasionally he likes to fuck my face, those times are weird because he shoves his monster cock all the way down my throat and then holds my head backwards and I watch him as he fucks me. If I close my eyes he gets angry, he wants to see my pain, and when he cums he likes to watch my eyes water as his cum overflows from my mouth out through my nostrils and I gag. Once I vomited on him and he got very angry, that night I thought he was going to let the dogs fuck me and I lay awake all night crying and praying that it wouldn’t happen.

Today something different has happened and I have to say it worries me. For the last few days the cannibal seems to be distracted and he has only been fucking me twice a day, I worry that I am no longer pleasing him, so last night I tried even harder, after sucking on his cock I ran my tongue up under his huge balls and sucked on them, then I ran my tongue over his huge black wrinkled asshole, he seemed to enjoy that so I kept at it even though I felt like being sick. The more I did it the more he seemed to enjoy it and at least I was happy knowing that I had found a new way of pleasing my master. I pushed my tongue hard against his hole and after pushing and swishing for a good five minutes or so, his hole slowly opened and I was able to push my tongue as far as it would go into him, he moaned with pleasure as I gave him a thorough tongue lashing. Later he fucked me and came almost immediately, ten minutes later he fucked me again and once again didn’t last long. By the time I went back to my pen I was happy that I had found a way to make my master happy, even if I did have to chew on palm leaves to get the foul test from my mouth.

But back to the worrying thing that happened yesterday. The cannibal fastened what looked like an old Spanish leg iron to my ankle, its very heavy and makes it hard for me to walk. Its got a round ringlet on the outside and the cannibal had a hard time modifying it to fit around my skinny ankle. At last he seemed happy, tonight he attached a chain to the ring and locked me to the side gate of the pen, I don’t understand, I wouldn’t run away, besides even if I wanted to run, where would I go?

Time for some changes--

The boy was such an energetic fuck and seemed so eager to please that the hunter had put off the inevitable nutting,  he knew the time was getting to the point of being overdue. Lately the boy had been spilling more and more creamy white cum onto the sand. Soon he would be loosing his youthful appeal if the Hunter did not intervene. He considered doing the cutting himself, but experience warned him that this was not the right approach, at least two of the ten boys and men he had cut before had died of infection or been horribly mutilated. No he couldn’t risk that happening with the beautiful blond boy, instead he would visit the old hag. As much as the thought disgusted him and the price she would command for her services frightened him, he knew it was the only way to guarantee that his property would still be valuable afterwards.

Yesterday he attached the leg irons to the boy, he did not want to risk loosing him over the side whilst at sea or having him make a run for it when he reached the hags lair, though he could hardly blame the boy for trying, he knew he would rather die then face the old hag.

The next morning he loaded all the remaining pigs and the boy into his large ocean canoe, and pointed his vessel south by south east, even without a map he knew where he was going.

From Jamie’s point of view

This morning the cannibal woke me well before dawn. At first I thought he wanted to fuck me, but one look at his face and I could see his mind was elsewhere. First of all he loaded all of the pigs into the large canoe, and then he chained me to a wooden bollard in the front of the boat. I was absolutely petrified and for the first time in days I wept openly and begged him not to take me away. I know not where we are going but I know it cant be good for me. I worry that perhaps he is no longer happy with me so I crawl on my hands and knees between his leg and desperately start to lap at his balls and cock, and even though his cock grows, he viciously shoves me away and points to the front of the boat, where I lay sobbing in the predawn light.

All day and all of that night we keep going, long ago I have lost site of land, but the cannibal seems to know where we are. On our third day at sea I finally see land in the distance and the Cannibals mood seems to somber as he rows us powerfully towards the small ominous looking island.

The island is larger than the one from which we have come, but only because there is a large smoking volcano right in the middle of the island and there seems to be very little flat land surrounding the mountain, only a thin strip of black sand with some kind of dwelling at the tree line, for this small beach the cannibal rows vigorously .

When we reach the beach the cannibal points to me and then to the canoe “stay” he orders in his gruff voice, and then he is gone. He need not have worried, the visage appears so scary that I wouldn’t have gotten out of the boat voluntarily. All along the beach bamboo spears are sticking up, and atop each spear is a severed human head. Seeing them I burst into uncontrollable tears, after all this I was going to be sold along with the pigs to the cannibals. My tender young white body was to be part of a pagan feast, in my minds eye I can see myself tied with my ankles behind me to my neck and an apple stuffed in my mouth as hungry salivating cannibals surround me.. I weep even louder.

The Hunter--

The hunter approached the beach with an overwhelming sense of foreboding, this was a bad place even for someone as evil as he, but it was too late he was committed now and he simply preyed to his pagan gods that not only he but that the boy would survive the upcoming ordeal, after all he had grown fond of the little white slut.

He walked towards the hut, whereupon two not yet completely rotted human heads stared back at him with forever blind eyes, the hag had been busy. Suddenly as if a ghost, she appeared from no where. The cannibal feared very few things in life, but the hag he feared, only a fool would not.

The hunter dropped to his knees and bowed deeply in respect to the old hag, for a moment she seemed to consider his gesture, trying to decide if he was sincere. Finally she motioned for him to rise, and for the first time in a long time the hunter looked into the eyes of death… He couldn’t ever imagine the hag being young, though he felt sure at some time she must have been, very few creatures on earth are uglier then the hunter, but the hag was definitely one of them. Her sunken features and black pallid skin reeked of sickness and disease, she looked about to fall over but the hunter knew that her body might be old and weak but her spirit was immensely strong.

Why have you come to my world? Sputtered the old Hag angrily…

I have come to pay my respects, I have brought live pigs for your table! The hunter replied humbly. The old hag glanced across at the canoe pulled up on the beach, and her sharp eye caught site of something, or rather someone else in the canoe, suddenly her interest peaked.

Who is that in your canoe? Is it a gift for me… She asked eagerly.

No great witch, I come to you looking for a favor, but you will be well rewarded, as usual, for the work I ask of you… The hunter replied.

And what is the manner of this favor you seek? Asked the old hag, her eyes taking in the lovely form crouched in the front of the hunters canoe.

It’s a boy and I need for you to remove his stones before he becomes a man, Answered the hunter.

The old hag salivated as she slowly turned and walked towards the canoe for a better look…. When she arrived at the beach, she pointed her staff at the boy, you there, stand so as I may see you! She spat.

He does not understand our language ooh wise one, The hunter said as he turned to the boy and gestured for him to stand. As he did the hunter noticed that the boys knees were trembling and that a stream of urine was running down his leg, though he could hardly blame the boy for that, the Hag was scary to even those who were at no risk from her, and clearly this boy had good reason to be afraid.

From Jamie’s point of view--

At first when I saw the old lady/man (hard to tell) I couldn’t believe how unbelievably ugly and scary she was. As she approached I realized it was a woman a very old woman. Her breasts had sagged so low as they were nearer her belly button, she had no teeth to speak off and large clumps of her frizzled gray hair were missing. She waved her stick at me, and she rattled something, I didn’t understand so I stayed where I was and trembled with fear.

Then suddenly the cannibals voice is booming over me and I realized that he wants me to stand, I wasn’t sure that I could though. Eventually I manage to get to my feet and I am so scared that I wet myself, this makes the old lady laugh or rather cackle would be a better way to describe her evil gruff…

The hunter and the hag

The hunter unchained the boy from the canoe and dragged him through the water and presented him to the hag. Her eyes took in every detail of his youthful body, youth was something that she envied more than anything else. Only once before had she seen a white skinned slave and that was an older sailor and she had thought him beautiful but he did not compare to this golden child standing before her.

She reached out with her wrinkled hand and gently stroked the smooth skin of his cheek and she sighed, she ran her hand down the side of his face and lightly rested her fingers on the pulsing vein on the side of the lovely throat… she crooned as she felt the life coursing through the youths veins. She fixed him with her hypnotic stare while with her staff in her other hand she gently lifted the boys chin so as their eyes met. His body was strong but his mind was weak she thought.

Slowly she applied pressure to his artery and let her pulse flow into the boy, all the while she fixed him with her stare.

Jamies point of view--

At first when the old lady touched me I thought that I would drop dead from revulsion, first her fingers stroked my cheek and then traveled down to the side of my face and rested lightly on my throat, I could feel her fingers gently massaging the blood vessels.

She lifted my chin up so as I could see into her eyes, it felt so strange I couldn’t see her eyes but rather I could only see my own eyes reflected back at me. I felt as If I were being pulled towards a tunnel, my head was swimming and my vision was getting blurry, Suddenly I had this image of a beautiful young chocolate colored girl standing naked before me, holding my chin and smiling seductively at me. I smiled back at her as she gently stroked me. For a little while the image stayed with me then just as suddenly the image spun around and transformed into a powerfully built black native man, I felt the blood in my veins quicken and my heart beat sped up, I felt blood rush to my penis as it grew erect. I felt a rough hand run down my flanks and grasp my engorged cock and stroke it lightly.

Suddenly the image evaporated and standing there in front of me clasping my still erect but rapidly diminishing penis is the old lady, and she is laughing.

The Hag

The old lady was at first confused, she had befuddled the boys mind to make him believe that a beautiful young native girl was seducing him and he hardly reacted, then it occurred to her that the boy was of the kind that prefers men, so just as quickly she had transformed the image in his mind to that of a powerful native warrior and sure enough the boy became physically excited. What a shame she thought to herself, well if nothing else its saved his life as there was no way she would ever let him leave the island if she could transform him into her own sex slave, but ones sexual persuasion is an even more powerful magic then her own, she knew that for certain.

The old lady turned to face the Hunter, he stood slack jawed and had a stunned look on his face, the boy must be more of a slut then even he had imagined if he could look upon something as ugly as the hag and become sexually excited.

The old lady read the hunters mind and burst out laughing… so you think me ugly hunter, perhaps you should look upon yourself some time, for ugly as I am you and I are of the same sort, she cackled.

But do not worry yourself, your precious cargo is safe, I befuddled the boys mind and I have deduced that his tastes are towards men and therefore is of no use to me, but, I will cut his stones from him but it will be done in my own special way and that along with those pigs shall be my fee… do you agree?

As long as the boy is alive and not scarred you can cut his stones in any way you see fit witch, and the pigs are yours none the less..

So an accord was reached, not that Jamie was aware of it however.

The boy was led up to the hut but suddenly dug his heels into the sand and refused to budge, the hunter became angry and was about to give him a vicious shove when he followed the boys gaze in the direction of the old hags lair, suddenly he froze also. Laying in front of the old hags lair was two of the most hideous beasts he had ever lay eyes upon, dragons to be sure, he thought to himself. In a sense of the word he was right as the two gigantic lizards where of the komodo dragon species, albeit not as big as their Easter island cousins.

The old hag laughed out loud, What brave men we have here, afraid of my pets, she made a clicking noise and instantly the two lizards scurried into the underbrush, thus clearing the path to the hut.

The hunter was about to enter the hut when the old hag stopped him… NO, you leave come back tomorrow and collect what belongs to you, now leave or else I will recall my pets to finish you off!

The hunter hesitated but only for a moment, swiftly he turned on his heel and headed for his canoe, he would paddle over to the smaller island across the lagoon and spend the night there, no way could he imagine sleeping on the same island as this hideous old hag.. The look on the boys face was priceless as the hunter climbed into his canoe and swiftly paddled away.

Jamies point of view--

He’s done it, he has sold me to this ugly old witch and I am going to be eaten alive, I burst once again into tears while the old lady laughs as she pushes me into the hut. Even though she is frail looking I know she is powerful and I dare not resist her so into her lair I unwillingly go.

Its dark inside, but I can tell that its bigger than it looks from the outside.

The Hag--

So my pretty little thing, you are mine for a while at least…. She reaches down and cups the boys balls in her hands, he is startled but does not resist, he is wise, he knows better than to defy her. Slowly she massages the perfect orbs within the palm of her hand however his penis is still limp.

A plan is taking form in her mind; she will befuddle the boy and enjoy the last of his manhood. Deep down inside the old hag hates men and always has, for they have only ever shown her cruelty and looked pitifully at her ugliness, no, she will take his manhood and make the boy understand her contempt for all things male.

Since coming to this desolate island she has learnt a thing or two about its special creatures, for one, the large lizards, enjoy meat, that much is true but on this island meat is in very short supply. Occasionally she will buy capture or steal a slave from passing islanders as the old hag very much enjoys watching them slowly devoured by the lizards that seem particularly fond of the male’s genitals and especially the testicles. It is interesting the way in which the female lizard in particular always leaps at the mans testicles first, ripping open his scrotum with her powerful claws and then prizing out one precious testicle at a time, swallowing it whole while the cord is still connected to the man. The female will then snap the cord with her razor sharp teeth before devouring the other testicle. Finally she will chew the ball sac off completely and then move onto his penis, usually biting it off with one snap of her jaws. Meanwhile the male lizards will start with the soft tissue of the stomach where they will claw their way through the soft tissue to get at the internal organs, after of course, having disemboweled their victim first.

But the hag knew that she could not feed the boy to the lizards, she had made an agreement with the hunter and it would be immeasurably bad for her reputation to default, so she had formed another plan for the boy. Sure the lizards would get to eat his stones, but it would have to be done in a controlled way so as the boy does not die or is scarred badly that meant one of the smaller lizards, a female would be the best choice, and the hag knew just the right lizard hole for that.

But first she would enjoy the beautiful man-child, once again she fixed him with her hypnotic stare and once again his heart began to thump in his hairless chest and his penis inflated.

Jamie’s point of view--

One second I am standing in the room with the ugly old lady and the next second she is gone and standing there before me is my master, his cock is erect and I know he wants me, somehow I am telepathically connected to him, I can read his thoughts, suck my nipples slut, he beckons. I reach out with my tongue and suckle on his nipples, this goes on for some time then he commands me, suck on my asshole now, and I do, all the while he is purring like a kitten, he lays down and makes me lick him all over, then for the first time ever his lips close on mine, he has never kissed me on the lips before and it’s a new sensation for me, as I open my mouth and let his tongue explore my oral cavity. He pulls my tongue out of my mouth and sucks greedily on it, I moan with pleasure and my penis is fully erect as he pushes me down onto my back, all the while his tongue is moistly thrashing around deep down my throat.

I am as aroused as I have ever been, put your cock up my ass he moans as he bites me painfully on the ear lobe. He has never asked me to do such a thing before and I confused as to how to do it. I don’t know how I cry, and a solitary tear rolls down my cheek. He laughs as he licks the tear of my cheeks, I will show you he says.

I feel him grasp my erect cock and guide to his hole. I think it will be tight but it isn’t and my cock easily enters him. Suddenly he moves up and down on me and I feel my cock slide in and out. I get the idea now so I start to push my hips up to meet his groin, he bucks even more wildly.

His finger nails claw my nipples painfully but I hardly notice as I am too consumed with lust, suddenly his mouth attaches to the soft skin of my neck and he bites down hard, drawing blood. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her slurps my blood from the side of my neck.

Suddenly I can hold on no longer and my cock explodes inside his asshole, rope after rope of cum spurts from me, master ooh master I love you, please never leave me again, I cry out passionately.

Meanwhile my master continues to suck the life from me, I start to feel feint from the loss of blood then suddenly my world goes black and as blissfully I pass out.

The Hag--

She knew just the right image to put into the boys mind, his master the hunter, and it worked beautifully, no sooner had she planted the thought into his weak mind, did his body become aroused. His penis, small as it was became erect and he attacked the old hags body in a manner usually only seen in the domain of two rutting youths. For more than an hour this gorgeous man-child licks her hagged old body, her breasts, her cunny, even her asshole, then he fucks her, harder than any slave has ever fucked her before and she is overwhelmed by his lustful fervor. She cant resist she has to taste his life force. She can see the blue vein throbbing on the side of his throat through the almost transparent white skin, smoother then any she had ever seen even on a baby, and she sinks her teeth in and draws out his blood and she drinks from him, and drinks until her stomach and her loins are full of his life force, only stopping when the boy is on the verge of death…

She looks down upon the pale and exhausted unconscious boy, his penis is now limp, an oily white slick of their combined juices coats the outside and some of the boys cum has dribbled onto his balls, slowly she scrapes the sperm up with her finger and licked it clean, the combined taste of the boys sperm and his blood almost overwhelms her, she reaches down and licks the small trail of blood from the side of his throat and sighs, happily, she is sated for the first time in her life.

Jamies point of view--

I woke up some time later, and wondered where my master was, at that moment in time I loved him more than life itself and wanted to tell him so. But he was no where to be seen, I am still on the old hags island but she is no where to be seen. I try to move my arms and I am uncomfortable but I can’t. That’s when I realize that I have been staked to the ground laying face up at the edge of the forest. 6 foot from where I lay one of the male pigs is tied to a tree.

I try to move my ankles but once again I cannot move, I feel very vulnerable tied spread eagle. Why would master make love to me so rapturously and then tie me up this way, I am confused, but he is my master and I will obey his wishes.

The Hag--

The hag knew that she had better tie the boy up before he awoke also she knew that she would have to nut him before dawn to allow time for him to recover before his master returned. Whilst the boy had been asleep she had made her preparations, she staked him naked to the ground right in front of the small female lizards hole, she knew that the females always came out first to feed and that the males would come out around midnight, she had to be sure that they took nothing other than his balls so she brought a live pig along as well, that should allow her time to safely remove the boy whilst the pig was being devoured.

Jamies Point of view--

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see movement, I cannot bend my head far enough to see what it is, I am very afraid. Suddenly something touches my side and I yell out in shock and fear. I look down to see what is touching me, oh my god its one of the lizards, its long forked tongue tastes me. I pee myself and the urine pools in a puddle inside my naked belly button and the excess runs down my sides, some of the urine hits the lizard and it flicks its tongue out to taste it. Then it gives me a hard nudge, I don’t retaliate and it knows I cannot move and it has impunity to do as it pleases. Its tongue licks across my nipples and despite the horror of it, I feel my penis growing, I know it’s a natural response to fear and that  I cant stop it.

The rough tongue licks its way up to my throat where it finds traces of congealed blood, suddenly it opens its maw and it clamps its razor sharp teeth down on the smooth skin of my throat pinching and stretching the skin, drawing blood, then just as quickly it stops and climbs onto my torso, blood is oozing out from the wound in my throat.

Suddenly several smaller lizards, babies I deduce by their small size, scurry towards me and they start to feed on the blood oozing from the wound on my throat, one of babies rests on my chest and laps hungrily at the pool of blood forming in the recess at the base of my throat, they don’t seem to have teeth yet so they aren’t biting me. Something in the lizards saliva has paralyzed me, I can’t move my body or feel any pain in my throat.

I move my eyes and look down my body and with horror see the large mother lizard is between my legs and is licking my penis, her long forked tongue wraps around my thin shaft and stretches it to its length before letting it go and it snaps back and slaps wetly against my tummy. She seems to enjoy that and repeats the process several times. I don’t know why but my penis is painfully erect and getting more so by the second, again something in her saliva has reached my piss slit and its burning like fire down there and its making me more and more aroused.

Soon my blood engorged penis can take no more as I cry out in ecstasy, my cock explodes and creamy cum spurts out onto my belly and chest, immediately the baby lizards are lapping up my cum, the mother has my penis wrapped up in her tongue and is directing the squirts towards her babies, her tongue massages me until no more sperm will come out, one of the baby lizards, tongue enters my foreskin and its tongue is so small that it squeezes painfully into my piss slit, going all the way down inside me until I feel it pushing against something within me. The feeling causes me to explode yet again and the force of my cum pushes the tongue out of my piss slit but the baby lizard is well rewarded for its efforts, slurping up my juices.

When I can cum no more, the mother moves down my thighs and settles between my legs, what is she doing now?

From the lizards point of view--

Tonight fortunes have shined on the lizard mother, lately hunting has been mediocre at best, but tonight when she left her hole to forage for food, there right outside her abode are two creatures, one she recognizes instantly, the four legged creature, she knows from experience that they were slow and stupid and can easily be ambushed so she for the moment she ignores it and looks to the other creature.

This one is definitely young, his skin is evidence to that, it’s a strange white color, her sensitive nostrils can sense two things on the little creature, reproductive juices and blood, two things her family needs to survive, both are full of much needed nutrients. The mother warns her babes to remain well out of reach while she investigates. Like on rare occasions before this kind of prey is restrained, she has grown accustomed to finding prey in this manner, it has to do with the strange creature that lives in the burrow by the beach, but a hungry mother with babies to feed is not going to question a food source.

Slowly she approaches the creature, it seems to shiver in fear, which she sees as a good sign, much easier to kill a frightened prey than a defiant one. With her tongue outstretched she lightly touches the creatures side, it jerks wildly but does not move, confirming to her that it is indeed immobile. Slowly and cautiously she climbs onto the prey, tasting the flesh with her tongue. She finds the creatures softness to be deliciously intoxicating. To her surprise it is a baby male child, that means, reproductive nodes, her favorite food. But then she senses something else too, apart from the fear that is, she senses urine, protein filled urine. As much as her babies are hungry she cannot resist the urge so she hungrily laps at the pooled juices on the creatures soft belly, and she licks him clean.

Her next thought is to go for the testicles but then she remembers her babies and then a new smell assaults her already overloaded senses, blood. She works her way up the creatures torso being careful to avoid the mouth, which no doubt contains sharp teeth, cautiously she works her way around to the small preys throat, which is her normal first point of contact with  prey that is fighting to survive, but this delicious little male child isnt going anywhere and she knows it.

The skin is so soft and so smooth she marvels at how this creature can survive in the wild, any animal even a rodent could easily rip through this soft skin and gorge on the treasures that lay beneath. Slowly and deliberately she wraps her tongue completely around the creatures neck, almost like a noose and squeezes, she is looking for the vein with her tongue, and when she finds it she nips at the skin with her small front teeth and stretches the skin out as far as it will go, the temptation to rip the creatures throat out is overwhelming but she knows to the creature will die quickly and that does not suit her cause so almost gently she bites down and draws blood, causing the little creature to jerk yet again, but she knows that within seconds the anesthetic in her saliva will relax the creature and he will be calm in his death throws. And sure enough the baby male creature relaxes. The blood runs smoothly in small rivulets into her open maw and for a few moments she savors the delicious taste. But her babies are growing impatient so she signals for them to come and feed on the child, and they do.

The mother moves down the child’s torso and wraps her tongue around its male appendage, she knows from experience that all males responded to the gentle stroking of the appendage and that her babies will be rewarded for her efforts.

When the child-creature appendage spasms her babies scurry over his soft smooth chest and hungrily lap up his juices until no more is forthcoming. Her youngest is a bit more enterprising than the others and he thrusts his thin immature tongue directly into the open piss slit, and is rewarded almost instantly with yet another mouthful of the creature’s essential juices. Finally the little creature is spent and the mother moves onto what she considers to be the main course. The male lizards prefer the kidneys or the liver and all lizards love a warm fresh oozing heart more than anything, but no female lizard can resist the gonads, such is their delicious and potent flavor.

From Jamie point of view--

The big lizard has positioned itself between my legs and its tongue is pushing my balls around inside my ball sac. She continues to do this for a while and every now and then its tongue travels down under my balls and push’s at my hole. Despite having already cum, my penis is starting to once again grow erect, I cannot explain why.

Suddenly the lizard raises its head and makes a squealing sound, and instantly the babies stop lapping at my blood and scurry down between my legs where they crowd in next to their mother. I have a horrible feeling that the worst is yet to come.

From the lizards point of view

The mother summons the babies to her, sooner or later they will have to learn how to reach the gonads and this soft pliable male creature is the ideal learning class room. Once they are all assembled and she knows that she has there attention she begins. Firstly with her tongue wrapped around the creatures stiffening appendage she holds it well out of the way against the soft skin of his stomach. Then with her back legs braced on the creatures smooth thighs she reaches up with her razor sharp front claws. Slowly and deliberately she lets her claw sink into the soft crease that marks the center of the male gonads ball sac. The baby child screams in agony but she is prepared and holds on tightly to his thighs, Once the claw is deeply embedded in the ball sac she pulls it down firmly, splitting the ball sac in two. The split is from just below his appendage nearly all the way to his hole. Next she slides her tongue into the open ball sac, but unlike previous times she does not wrap her tongue around the precious orbs, but instead, lets her saliva flow into the preys blood stream.

From Jamies Point of view--

Suddenly I feel an agonizing pain in my groin and when I look down I almost vomit, the large lizard holds me firmly with its back legs then it inserts its claw into my balls. The pain is unbearable and for a moment I pass out, blood is running in rivers down my thighs. Next time I looked down the pain has eased but what I see makes me cry out in despair. My ball sac has been split neatly in two, I can see two blue-ish orbs resting either side of the open sac, for the first time in my life my balls are seeing the light of day. In a matter of minutes the pain has completely subsided, just as it had when the creature bit into my neck.

Suddenly the larger lizard pushes its tongue into my ball sac and seems to rummage around inside me, even though it doesn’t hurt I can feel it exploring inside me and it feels very uncomfortable. My penis is painfully erect and suddenly as the tongue wraps around my orb and pulls on it, my cock explodes and more white cream spurts onto my belly.

The lizard deftly pulls the orb all of the way out of my ball sac, it is now only connected to my body by the cord and the baby lizards are scurrying over my thighs to get at it but the mother is holding my ball safely in her mouth. Suddenly to my horror she seems to come to a decision and she points the orb at the little lizard that has pushed its tongue into my piss slit, she is going to reward him…

The little lizard wastes no time and hungrily snatches my orb from his mother mouth, and in one chew and two gulps I see the round shape of my ball go down his gullet, finally he closes his jaws shut and my cord is severed and it snaps wetly back into my now half empty ball sac.

Please, please I beg don’t take the other one too, but it does no good, the mother pushes her tongue into the left side of my split ball sac, roots around until she finds the orb, then like before she tugs it out into the open, this time she is going to enjoy the treat and I see the last vestige of my manhood slide down her greasy gullet, she lifts her head high in triumph and just as my orb reaches her stomach she snaps her jaws shut and severs the cord, I am now a ball-less eunuch, and even though I don’t feel any pain I weep loudly.

Through tear washed eyes I watch as the baby lizards devour the loose skin of my now empty ball sac, I know that my penis will be next but I no longer care, such is the depth of my despair.

The old Hag--

The old witch sits watching from behind the tree, two fingers firmly pushed up inside her wrinkled up old cunny and at the sight of the boys balls disappearing down the lizards gullet she groans loudly and cums for the fourth time tonight. Quickly she leaps into action because she knows that the hunter will not be happy if the boys penis is devoured, so she runs out from behind the trees and startles the lizards. Instantly the mother is alarmed and moves into a position to protect her young, with a squeal she sends them scurrying back into the lizard hole. The hag knows that the mother will now fight to keep her prey so quickly she runs over to the pig tied to the tree, and with a sharp knife slices his huge balls off, the pig squeals in pain, but it matters not to the hag. She throws the pigs severed balls, still in the ball sac across  to the lizard. The lizard can smell the balls and she moves cautiously over to them, the little white creature holds little interest for her now that she has devoured his balls, the sexual appendage would have been a treat but not as good as another set of balls, she craves balls.

As the lizard falls hungrily upon the pigs balls, the hag quickly cuts the boys ties and drags the docile boy to his feet. They back away from the hungry lizard as the old hag pushes a concoction of leaves soaked in some kind of herb into the boys bleeding groin and signals for him to hold onto it or bleed to death, Jamie doesn’t understand the words but he atones her meaning as he holds the leaves firmly in place.

Meanwhile the male lizards have caught the scent of prey and have descended hungrily upon the hapless pig, four large lizards have commenced feeding and several smaller ones were waiting patiently for their turn.

Jamie point of view--

The last thing I remember is the old lady cutting the ropes and dragging me to my feet. I kind of remember staggering back to the beach but it feels more like a dream than anything else.

I open my eyes and its daytime, for a moment I think I have had a bad dream but then I feel the dull ache between my legs. I reach down to scratch my balls, but there aren’t any there to scratch, only a small scar where my ball sac used to be, I cry out in despair and I hear the old lady laugh. You fucking bitch I call out, along with every other profanity I can think of, but it only makes her laugh even louder.

Hours later my master arrives, I run crying into his arms and hold tight, I know he will probably beat me for touching him uninvited, but I don’t care, I just want to go home and I am so glad that he has come back for me.

The hunter

The boy looked terrified when he returned to get him from the old witch. He examined the child carefully and found that indeed his balls had been removed, and more surprisingly only a very small scar remained, in time even that would fade. The boy also had a small scar on the side of his neck, but the hunter knew better than to ask. He carefully lifted the boy into his canoe, and he did not even look back as he rowed powerfully out to sea, feeling an overwhelming urge to be back on his own little island.

Prologue;

The boys revenge--

The old witch’s body may have been old and haggard but unbeknownst to the old hag; her womb was still fertile and as the months past the boys seed grew inside her until finally nine months later she understood why when suddenly a beautiful coffee colored son was born to her. The child had forest green eyes, light brown hair and a beautiful smile, but more importantly all of the witches power had been transferred to her beautiful child, she was now simply a powerless old hag and soon even the creatures on her island would know, and the lizards waited patiently in their lair…

The end for now

If you have really enjoyed this story and you want me to continue on with Jamie for a few chapters then please write and ask me too, otherwise I will leave it as it is,

Callum….

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