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I saw him from across the party, a tall, mocha vision of broad shoulders and rippling muscles, skin glistening with sweat as he danced in the light of the bonfire. His brown eyes sparkled mischievously at me, holding my gaze despite the space between us and I could feel my heart beating like a drum in my ears. My blood surging into my face and loins...
I looked away, trying to gain composure. I was a 22 year old virgin trying to "broaden my horizons" on holiday with two cute guys from my dorm. Over there, I could see one of them, a tall dark and handsome meat gyrating between the bikini-clad blondes near the waterline. The other guy was being held down by three girls who were taking turns licking shots off his rippling abs. The two boys had let me come out of pity it seemed, though on the outside I looked just like them - long, curly surfer locks over the firm, toned, 6'1 frame of a college runner. By all rights, I should have had ladies all over me, instead of nursing a drink on the outskirts trying to fit in and trying not to drool at the dark stranger on the other side of the flames...
A tall, dark stranger who was not there anymore.
Before I had time to panic, a smooth voice interrupted: "Hey there, mind if I have a seat?" He smelt of the ocean, glistening with sweat. I made room for the handsome stranger, trying to hide my boner.
"Why don't you dance my friend? Is the music not to your liking?"
"It's a bit louder than I'm used to." I gulped. "Plus I don't dance."
"Nonsense." His voice was ambrosia in my ears. "You just need some practice."
"Not here!" I squeaked.
"I have a place nearby - how about we head there." He pointed at a shadow around the bend in the beach, which I now realised was a hut of some sort. He paused, "Sorry, how rude, I did not introduce myself! I am Toafo and I work here my friend. My job is to make sure you have fun and you cannot have fun until you have your dancing shoes on!"
A hunk of a resort employee, giving free dancing lessons in his private hut... I thought the service here was fantastic.
We talked on the way there, his voice soothing, rhythmic and hypnotic against the waves on the beach and moonlit shore. I told him my name, and that I was here with two friends who spent almost all their time pussy chasing. Toafo laughed at that, slapping my butt and joking that they were missing out on the best pussy on the island. I blushed at that and almost confessed that I was a virgin. In all my years, I had only ever sucked a guy off or been sucked by another guy. Looking at that broad, happy face beside me, I was sure that tonight I was going to change that.
The hut was spartan, with a big plush bed, a bar on one side and a large mirror and cupboard on the other side. I could finally see Toafo was wearing grey slacks that stretched across his muscular thighs and butt and the rippling expanse of his broad sweat-beaded back. He spread his arms wide in welcome and I could not help but marvel at his soft brown eyes and white friendly smile. I realised he was quite a bit older than me by the laugh lines around his eyes and the stray white hairs along the temples of his full head of jet-black hair.
Toafo offered to make me a drink while I looked out one of the windows back at the party (to try to calm myself down). He turned on some music and handed me a sweet, yet refreshing cocktail, making some more small talk with that soothing voice of his before sweeping me into the middle of the room. It seemed like the room around me faded to insignificance and the room began to sway as I got into the rhythm of the music. The music was soothing and rhythmic and his hands guided my hips to flow with the music. I danced closer and closer until I realised I was in his arms, my hands resting on his broad shoulders, feeling the heat from his soft, smooth skin all while staring at his eyes. My head felt heavy and all the while I moved to the music, swaying and gyrating against Toafo's body and looking into his amber eyes which began to glow like stars from the night sky....
========= I woke up with the worst headache I had ever had in my life.
"Ahh... the sleeper awakes!"
Struggling, I opened my eyes a crack and could see the dark shadow of Toafo bathed in the fierce bright light of day. The light cut into my head like a blade; my mouth felt dry and my tongue heavy and swollen.
"Here, drink some water Eric."
I was handed a small half-coconut bowl filled with cool, refreshing water and drank it down gratefully. I was handed another, and drank that down as well but noticed a slightly metallic bitter-sweetness to the water. The water was cool and soothed my throat, and as I downed the third bowl I began to feel my headache fade.
I opened my eyes a bit more and the light seemed less bright. I was in a shack - daylight streamed in from gaps between the planks of the walls which held up a primitive roof. My hands were tied to a central pillar that held up the whole structure, and there was no floor - just sand. I moved to stand up and realised then that I had a collar around my neck - a solid leather piece connected to a chain in the middle of the room. Other than that, I realised I was naked as the day I was born!
"What is going on Toafo? Where am I?" I asked, trying to hide my nakedness from my host.
"Shhh.... drink some more water." Toafo said, handing me another bowl. "I will answer you when you are hydrated. I am, after all, here to make sure your needs are met."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I drank down the other bowl. "Where am I?"
"I took you to this nice little island a few miles from the resort. It is close to where my tribe lives and I had a feeling that you would need a little more than a little Toafo to get all your needs met." The handsome face broke into a grin, but rather than welcoming and friendly like before, it seemed somewhat laced with lusty intent this time.
My face flushed red and I could almost feel my heart beat quicker. Toafo was a very good looking man, I thought and that bulge in his shorts was strangely hypnotic.
"Here boy, have another" Toafo said, coming closer to fill my bowl again with more water and guiding it to my lips. I could barely concentrate at the proximity of that darkly tanned, handsome face so close to mine. "Good, Good, keep drinking boy."
He poured me a fifth bowl and I let him pour it into mouth as his soothing words filled my ears and my mind. The water was so cool and refreshing and my face felt so warm and my body tingled, both excited and so relaxed at the same time. Was I in love?
His hands cupped my balls and I looked down, realising that I had forgotten I was completely naked. My face, already flushed, got warmer as his fingers moved past my balls to my ass.
"Wha.... whaa.... are ..." I slurred.
"Shhhhh." Toafo said, as he worked a finger into my tight ass. "Relax boy."
His words were like magic and I could almost feel my body relax into his arms. I couldn't think about anything but his body (so warm, and nicely muscled) and his hands on my body. His second finger slipped into me and he began to work them in and out of my hole slowly, his palm stroking my balls and rock hard cock as he did so. I moaned unconsciously.
"Good boy, good boy... you are such a beautiful boy, and such a nice, tight pussy.... so receptive."
I moaned as he worked my body like an instrument, strumming my swollen nipples, caressing my rock-hard throbbing cock which was streaming pre-cum over my shaft and abs as his two fingers worked deeper and deeper into my guts.
"Have some more water." He purred and fed me more of the water - my arms felt like jelly and his words were so sexy and his mouth and his breath and his hair and his eyes. ...
I stopped myself. What the fuck was I doing? I was tied to a fucking pole in the middle of nowhere and my captor was fucking molesting me. My sexy, handsome, islander captor with his big hands and broad, warm smile and thick wavy hair and his big arms and such a big, big bulge in his shorts, all pulsing and swollen and ....
My head just felt so warm and fuzzy and it was hard to concentrate. Why was I acting this way - had I been drugged again? But Toafo would not do that? Would he?
"Here drink some more." Toafo said, "just relax and enjoy it. You like my fingers in your pussy don't you?"
"Oh ... fuck yes... I mean no. Get your hands off me!" I tried to stand up but with his other hand just pushed me back into the sand again before grabbing another bowl of water. "Drink some more. I think the heat is affecting you my little slut."
When he put the bowl under my mouth, I could not seem to break his intense gaze and before I knew it, I had gulped down another bowl of water.
He lay me down on the sand then, pulling off his pants to reveal his cock - a swollen, stiff spear from the pointy tapered head down the long solid shaft to the wiry curls at the base of his washboard abs. I didn't resist when he pulled my head up by the hair, my throat opening almost by instinct as he shoved the entire length into my throat in one fell swoop. It was then I started to gag and splutter as the manmeat blocked off my airway. He pulled out briefly to go in again, fucking my throat in a slow, relentless rhythm until I learned to cope with the intrusion. My reward was the occasional taste of his pre-cum, a sweet and slippery sauce to accompany the delicious sausage it issued from.
"Such a pretty, talented mouth." Toafo complimented, letting me fall back onto the sand. "And you look like you enjoyed it too! Such a sexy little slut!"
I pushed back up onto my elbows noticing my cock had stayed rock-hard throughout the uncomfortable ordeal and pre-cum continued to stream from the spongy mushroom head. I had always been proud of my solid 7 incher, but compared to the Toafo it looked like a child's toy. I looked up at him, standing there over me and hands on his hips - his cock, glistening with my spit and throbbing hypnotically. I struggled onto my knees and began to suck on it some more, rewarded by ever more pre-cum as I learned to open my throat and take his whole length into my throat over and over again.
"Ohhh..." Toafo moaned, his hands guiding my head on his cock, "Such a hungry slut you are."
I moaned too, holding onto his hips for balance as I hungrily sucked and swallowed the long tasty cock letting Toafo pull it almost all the way out before sheathing itself deep into my gullet. Toafo moaned and cursed, calling me a "pretty slut" and "man-whore" and other names as his grip on my head tightened and he took more control over the action. Moaning and cursing, Toafo's strokes became erratic even as they became faster and harder - his hot meaty rod battering my tonsils and stretching my throat open until he just stopped, his cock buried deep in my gullet and his wiry bush filling my nostrils. Then, I felt his cock pulse as he came, my head held in his vice-like grip as he injected his load directly into my throat. I choked a bit here, eyes watering but unable to move or breathe until he pulled out a little at the end. Cummy saliva dripped from my nose and mouth and I fell onto the sand, gasping and spluttering.
"You started without me cousin!"
I looked up with watery eyes as another man walked into the shack - he was just as built as Toafo, slightly taller and darker but younger. I could see the family resemblance but where Toafo had the urbane, ruggedly handsome face of a working man, the newcomer still had some of that baby fat that showed he was yet to grow into it. However, I was far more distracted by the packed shorts the newcomer had. Despite having to wipe foamy cum-snot from my face, I couldn't help feeling my cock pulse and throb at the prospect of another cock.
"You are late as usual Mafi!" Toafo smirked, completely unashamed about his cock - only slightly softer and still slick with my spit and his cum along the mahogany length.
"Yeah, yeah, I just needed you to soften him up for this!" Mafi shucked his shorts from his slim hips, revealing a dark, fat monolith of masculine might. I realised I was licking my lips.
Mafi grabbed me by my sweat-sodden hair and shoved a good half of his cock into my gaping mouth. I choked unconsciously, but Mafi just began a slow, relentless hip rhythm, shoving his cock inch by fat inch into my narrow throat. I struggled to my knees and tried to relax into it and felt my throat start to accommodate his serious girth. He used his right hand to guide my head along his cock, and his left hand circled my throat as if to straighten my neck and throat so he could delve deeper.
Toafo gripped my hips, pulling my butt off my feet. He then began to work his fingers into my virgin hole. The feeling was indescribable; a strange mix of discomfort and guilty pleasure tinged with a receptive submission to Toafo's will and desire. I moaned around Mafi's cock, which only served to open my throat even more. Within moments, my throat was stuffed with his cock and my nose was buried in his wiry bush. I could not breathe, but the heady drug-induced lust that was washing over me made me not care. I felt my vision dimming as Mafi ground his bush into my face, his fat cock smearing Toafo's cum-gunk all over the lining of my oesophagus.
"Don't you dare!" Mafi roared suddenly, pulling out of me in a rush.
Air rushed into my lungs as I suddenly became aware of Toafo behind me, the spongy hardness of his cockhead nudging at the lips of my ass-cunt. Mafi pushed his uncle aside and yanked me to my feet with a savage, rough jerk of his strong arms. Then, with one vicious, rough thrust, he shoved half his cock into my once virgin ass.
I screamed. It hurt. The pain from my ass roared up my nerves, temporarily washing away the lusty rose-tinted haze that had clouded my mind. Suddenly, my mind knew with crystal clarity that I had been drugged and I was being raped and this was so fucked up. So very fucked up.
"Shut up." Mafi hissed, his forearm wrapping around my throat and pulling me against his firm, muscled body. "Just take my cock you whining bitch. Shut. up. and. take. it." He punctuated every syllable of his demand with sharp thrusts that forced even more cock into my over-stretched, fully-stuffed hole.
"Slow down Mafi, you will ruin him for the Ceremony." Toafo hissed as he stood out in front of me. He put his hand on my flushed face and whispered soothingly, "Just relax boy. Let him inside you, let him fill you up and give you his essence. Take it like a man. It will get easier if you just accept it. Take him inside you and submit. Stop fighting it and just let him in." Toafo reached out with his other hand and began to stroke my slightly softened cock back to hardness as he spoke.
With Toafo's gentle touch and words, I could feel the haze falling over me again like a blanket. I tried to fight it, but my resistance and throughts seem to dissolve as each beat of my heart washed my mind clean of anything but drug-induced lust. I felt my hole relax and open up, my mind dull into the lusty haze and my cock pulse and harden again. Mafi restarted his thrusts, when he felt the pressure ease and I started moaning again as Mafi slowly ground more and more of his fat dark cock into my tight white ass.
"Good boy." grunted Mafi. "Fuck your cunt is tight."
By the time Mafi ground his fat 9 incher balls deep into my once-virgin hole, he was sweating buckets at the exertion. The fuck-heightened senses on my back could feel the warm droplets splashing onto my back and running off in rivulets. Mafi stopped when he finally managed to bury himself balls-deep to let me adjust further. I squeezed on his cock, feeling it throb and pulse deep inside me. Mafi took that as a sign and began to long-dick me slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding himself all the way back in. His arm tightened around my neck, while his other hand pushed at the small of my back, forcing me to arch out my back so I was both standing, yet my hole was perfectly aligned to take a pounding. Mafi began to pick up pace and the sensation was an indescribable mixture of pain from my ass being stretched taut around the oversized invader, discomfort from my guts being forcible rearranged by the relentless fuck all overlaid by the most exquisite and heady pleasure and lust for more.
I think some part of me knew that I was on some serious drugged out shit.
"You like that cock inside you don't you." hissed Mafi into my ear, "Fucking little foreigner slut, you rape and pillage our lands? Well I can't wait to watch how you take it back. Tell me how much you like my cock you little whore."
I whimpered and mumbled a yes, and Mafi's arm tightened around my neck. I could feel my head getting light from lack of oxygen, but my arms felt like jelly and were completely ineffectual and budging the cords of iron muscle around my neck. Meanwhile, as Mafi hissed more insane gibberish and filth into my ear, Toafo continued to stroke my cock, still throbbing and leaking pre-cum. Slut. Mancunt. Whore. Cumdump. Fuckhole. Pussyboy. These words swam in my head buoyed on a sea of drugs even as Mafi's cock continued to plow seed and precum into the deepest recesses of my ass. And throughout it all, Toafo milked my cock, each stroke seeming to draw out what was left of my dignity, self-respect and resistance to Mafi's hypnotic recitation of what I was to become now.
"Fucking take my seed." Mafi hissed suddenly, thrusting slightly harder and deeper than he had before, his inseminator spewing his thick, hot essence into my core where it spread like warm, soothing balm throughout my person.
I was nothing more than a vessel for man's essence.
That feeling, that thought spread through me as I came harder than I had ever cum before. A thick white rope of my sperm shot over Toafo's shoulder before he could capture the remaining jets that issued from my jutting dick in the bowl. I felt Mafi's arm tighten even as his own orgasm slowed and my vision turned white and then all was dark.
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When I awoke next, it was night and I was alone.
The moonlight through the slats of the walls was just enough to see a little of the room. I tried to move and realised my hands were tied together. The rope to tie my hands had been passed through some hollow hard pipe of some sort and connected to the collar that I could still feel around my neck. Which meant my hands were kept together and away from my face.
I saw the bowl nearby and saw some light reflected off the liquid clearly in it - which is precisely when my body reminded me how thirsty I was. Reaching out with my hands I could pull it close enough to the central pillar where I was leashed so I could stick my face into the bowl and lap at the cool liquid like an animal. I took a deep slurp and swallowed reflexively, only then feeling the thick, gunky slick of my own load coating my throat as the liquid settled in my stomach. I coughed in surprise, jerking back and spluttering at the surprise additive. The reality of my situation settled on me - tied to a stake like a dog, fucked and used like a sex slave and fed my own cum. I cried at the enormity of it all; and how fast my life seemed to have changed. The memories came back of Mafi fucking me. Of what he called me. Whore. Foreign slut.
Was that what I was now? A polynesian islander's fuck slave? Surely my travelling companions would notice? But even as I thought of that, I knew they would not notice. The two other guys had been focused almost exclusively with getting tail. No, I was on my own.
I sobbed some more, wallowing in self-pity. Yet the memories kept coming thick and fast. Toafo, feeding me his fat tan sausage while his fingers dug into my hole. Mafi's voice in my ear even as his cock plunged repeatedly and relentlessly into my guts. Fucktoy. Slut. I looked down with teary eyes and realised I had a hard-on. Awkwardly, I swung my hands at it - yep, most definitely a rock-hard shaft. I did not understand - Toafo and Mafi had raped me. They had violated my body and drugged my mind - that was bad. Yet my cock did not lie. I had enjoyed it. I was still enjoying it.
I reached further to my hole - surely my violated ass would be sore, abused and battered. But when my fingers finally touched my puffy hole, it was only sensitive, at most there was only a mild sting. In fact, as my fingers probed, my ass seemed to hungrily engulf the tips as if aching for more.
I was so confused.
"You like that cock inside you don't you?" Mafi had asked when he was plowing me deep. "Fucking little foreignor slut" he had called me.
Was that what I was?
I pushed a little harder and felt my digits slip into the warm, snug wetness of my well-fucked ass - no my mancunt. Felt my ass lips graze at my fingers, massaging them, enticing them deeper. Did my body want to be fucked again? My cock pulsed as if in affirmation. By Mafi and Toafo and their big cocks? My heart beat faster. Did I want their hot mancream injected into my guts? My manpussy squeezed my fingertips tightly in solemn assent.
My tears were forgotten. The bowl glistened where I had left it, the only water in the room supplemented by my own cum. I squatted again pushing my face back into the bowl where I lapped at the water again like the fucking dog I was. As I lapped at it, I could savour the strong, pungent flavour of my own cockspew but also noticed underneath it the same bitter-sweet aftertaste of that water Toafo had fed me. The same water that had turned me into a fucking slut whore. A cumdump. I kept drinking regardless, the water felt fine in my parched throat and so what if it was drugged. It would only make it easier to be what I knew, deep down, I had already been.
As I was lapping at the final droplets of moisture, I teetered over, landing on my shoulders. I didn't care, still lapping at the wet coconut husk. I could smell my own spent cum as if it had soaked into the bowl. Without thinking, my hands had reached up and began to flick at my sensitive asspussy again. My ass was suddenly a hungry, twitching, ravenous pit of lust. My fingers breached the sphincter and it felt good. Wriggling my body and arms, I could feel my asspussy envelop more and more of my fingers. My fingers, probing my cumchute freed a reservoir of spent cum, which thickly dripped from my guts to coat my fingers in slick warmth. I moaned into my bowl.
"Well, well. It looks like we picked the perfect boy. So beautiful, so hungry."
I had been so wrapped up in my own lust, I had not even noticed the soft footfalls as Toafo approached. Now, he was here and saw me in this most awkward position. If I was less horny, I would have been beet red with embarrassment. I froze, which was exactly what Toafo wanted. He squatted behind me, gently moving my fingers aside as he lined his fat cock with my hole and then shoved into me with one smooth motion.
We both moaned in unison.
Toafo fucked me gentle, long smooth strokes into my battered hole – his fat cock massaging the cum into the walls of my mancunt like a soothing balm. His hands gently positioned my hips as he ground down into my dripping twat and his smooth movements rubbed my insides in a magic way that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head in moments-.
"Oh, so sweet. Your hole is so velvety and tight still. It will be perfect for tonight."
I just moaned into the ground, sand sticking to my lips and drooling mouth. Fuck this felt so amazing. I was limp in a pleasurable limbo that I never wanted to end ...
"Here, drink." Toafo pulled me up by the hair, tilting my head back and my throat open. A coconut of that same water was poured down my throat. I let that magical liquid flow down my throat, feeling that buzz spread over me knowing it was drugged, but just beyond caring now. If only that cock could keep pumping me.
Toafo let my head fall back down when I was done and kept his steady rhythm. There was this timelessness in the fuck – Toafo was patient, enjoying the sensation of my goopy hole on his rock hard cock. I squeezed onto his hard shaft and felt it pulse in appreciation. Without my knowing it, I was being trained into the perfect fleshlight, the most receptive cock pocket that ever there was. Toafo cooed the whole time, soothing hypnotic voice encouraging me to squeeze more, to grind back on his pole, to open myself up – until I was lost in this fucktrance, moving by instinct to give my ass up fully to my man.
"Oh, that's perfect. ..." Toafo began to fuck imperceptibly faster and he began to hit that button inside me that made my whole butt and head sing. I moaned as I felt myself losing control – my ass was on autopilot, massaging Toafo's cock and my own cock was throbbing and drooling pre-cum like a leaky faucet. Toafo's grip on my asscheeks tightened then, holding me still for one last deep thrust into my guts. Then, grunting, he began to hose down my guts with thick jets of his essence just as my mind exploded. My dick spurted my own load in unison to the orgasm of my awesome fuck.
"Here, one last one." Toafo pulled up my head again emptying another coconut cup full of the liquid into my throat, this time laced with cum – probably my own again – down my open, pliant throat. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass, softening but still filling me up so good.
"Good boy," Toafo murmured in my ear as I finished, "now sleep." His hand dropped the cup and his forearm pressed against my throat. I could feel my body start to resist the loss of oxygen as I was being strangled by this stranger, my hands ineffectually trying to grip that thickly muscled forearm pressed against my neck. But that drug induced haze had taken my coordination and strength from me. Even as my vision dimmed, my last thought was not about how I was about to die in some forgotten island, but how great Toafo's cock felt inside me, marinating in a soup of Polynesian mancum.
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When I awoke, I was cold and it was dark.
My knees hurt and I realised it was because I was kneeling on the ground in what appeared to be a clearing. I tried to move and realised that my hands had been tied to my feet and my forearms tied to a stake in the ground.
A breeze whispered through the trees, brushing lightly against my nipples and my cock, which was jutting rock-hard from my pelvis. I groaned at the light sensation, as it reignited the embers of lust in my mind which flared anew. Pain and fear was forgotten – my stiff, sensitive nipples screamed to be caressed, my cock urgently demanded attention and my ass twitched as it transformed instantly into that cockhungry boypussy again. The breeze was like an exquisite torture against my hypersensitised nerves, a sultry tease that was rapidly overcoming all my conscious thought with sexual need.
Floating lights sort of appeared in the distance, and with it the faintest smell of alcohol and mansweat. I moaned in a desperate, incoherent need. The lights neared and I could see the men whose musk I had earlier smelled. I tried to count but by the time I got to ten, I recognised the first face – sneering and triumphant Mafi leading the congregation. Suddenly my mind was consumed with the thoughts of his glorious 9 incher, the feeling of it pulsing inside me and filling my boypussy.
There were no words as they approached and surrounded me. By this point I was in a frenzy at the sight of so many Polynesian men. Most of them were tall, strapping and muscular giants but there were also the older ones and ones with pot bellies – all of them naked except for these necklaces and headdresses. They chanted but I could barely hear it I was so horny and distracted, the hypnotic rhythm of their foreign words washing over me.
A man sat in front of me, his face reminded me of Mafi, but he was younger, taller and bigger in every way. Beside him was Mafi and behind him was Toafo.
They untied me and I struggled in vain against those big arms – a struggle not to get away, but to hurl myself at that handsome giant before me. Instead, another big man stood in front of me – old and with a pot-belly with the biggest headdress of them all. His cock was big though and in reach and I swallowed it hungrily. I had ceased to care what I was sucking, so long as it was a cock.
Once they realised I was not fighting to get away, the other men released me and let me clutch at the old man's hips trying to force more of his delicious cockmeat into my throat.
I was hauled off my knees and a hot hard cock thrust into my hungry hole. The rough, wrinkled hands told me that it was another old timer but I had ceased to care. His cock was not big and slid into me like a hot knife into butter.
The old man grunted and filled my mouth with his bitter, thin seed before he was helped away by others and another pelvis was presented to me. I could feel the gasp and stutter of the guy behind me as well, with the brief cool breeze of the night before another pair of hands on my hips grasped my hips and another cock lanced my guts.
I went into a cock daze, my mind going blank except for that urgent hunger and need for more cock. More cock. I closed my eyes and let my body go, repeatedly skewered by cocks of all sizes and my mouth and pussy pumped with the loads of every attendee. When I did open my eyes next, a few loads later, I noticed more men than before but they were all younger and their eyes almost glowing with lust.
When Toafo took his turn, there was something familiar about that huge meaty mandick in my hole that ever so slightly cleared the haze. I paused a moment to look behind at his patient handsome face as he enjoyed the grip of my cum-slick fuckhole. I absorbed that scene in an instant of lucidity, the slow guttural chanting from the outer circle of men, laced liberally with "foreigner cunt", "slut" and other cursewords from the inner circle of younger men, who occasionally spat on me in disgust even as they rutted with me. The warm slick sweat of so many strangers on my skin mixing with the mixture of cum and spit on my violated young body. The stray conscious thought wondering what the hell was happening to me. A moment was all I had before a large hand aligned my head and throat roughly before plugging my airway completely with a massive cock. The hand moved to my throat, massaging his own cock through the skin of my throat as he used my body like a sex toy. I felt the pulse in my hole as Toafo added his contribution and moved aside for another cock.
The fucks were taking their toll and my jaw was starting to hurt – enough that it was cutting through my drug-induced and all-consuming cock-hunger. The men were getting younger and while more ferocious in their fucks, they were lasting less and less in the warm, tight embrace of my slick cocksheath.
When Mafi took his turn, I did not need to turn to know. He rammed into me with his huge 9incher with a vengeance and fucked me more ferociously than the last five or so guys combined. He drove me hard with each deep thrust, like he was trying to drill into my heart with his spear, each deep slam driving my throat around the young stud in front of me who just held my head and let Mafi do all the work. Of course that meant that instead of pulling out of my throat occasionally, this young man's cock just stayed lodged against my voicebox. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body began to react to the lack of oxygen with more gagging and writhing, which was all it took to tip Mafi and his co-fucker over the edge. They roared over the chanting and pumped me full of their islander seed simultaneously. Then they both pulled out, letting me fall to my knees in the middle of what looked to be a few tribes' worth of men sitting in the clearing chanting.
I gasped hungrily for air when that cock was yanked from my raw throat, choking and spluttering as cum, spit and mucous drooled out of my nose and throat. My body ached all over and the drug haze was lifting. But I looked up at that moment and saw the one man here who had not yet used me.
He did not stand. He did not move. He sat in his place before me – his 10 inch manhood throbbing from his waist like a totem pole of doom. I crawled toward it, hypnotised. Dimly I became aware that the chanting had changed from incoherent foreign words to a single one. "Ariki"
Nobody told me what to do, but that manhood pulled me to it hypnotically. The firelight imbued it with a glowing intensity that throbbed as
I crawled (as my body was too weak to do anything else) but a few metres to the man they called Ariki before he stood up and pounced on me like a lion. He deftly forced me onto my back with one hand wrapped around my neck. My legs splayed open by instinct, exposing my pussy – gaping and destroyed from the dicks of so many men, drooling the cum of an entire tribe. His cock pierced me like a sword to the heart. I moaned incoherently as he slammed his cock into me bending me in two and fucking me with an indescribable ferocity and virility. He plowed me into the dirt so hard I thought my body would break. He fucked my hole until I saw stars and then some. His left hand tightened around my neck and my eyes started to roll back. My own hands ineffectually gripped at the hard, sweat-slicked form of my attacker, my mind so gone in lust that I could not say for certain whether I was trying to pull him closer or push him away.
Then, suddenly, Ariki ripped his massive cock out of my hole. I felt the cold kiss of the night air on my gaping, gasping ass as he bodily lifted me by my neck. Scrambling numbly to stop from choking, I got as far as my knees before Ariki thrust me before him onto my face into the dirt. I barely had time to pull my face from the ground before Ariki nailed me into the ground again with one, hard and rough balls-deep thrust.
Dirt and detritus stuck to my skin in a cocktail of earth, cum and sweat – I imagine with my sex-crazed eyes I would have looked less human and more a living embodiment of the land. Ariki, with his taut muscled body shining in the torchlight, would have looked like some invading conquerer of the land plowing the land with his monstrous manhood and seeding it with the essence of an entire tribe.
The tribe went silent at the awesome sight, a solemn hum tempered only by the stormy grunts as Ariki pounded my ass and I whimpered and moaned into the dirt. His tempo became more erratic as the hum seemed to deepen until he roared in to the night his body pumping his virile seed into the bowels of the now thoroughly subdued avatar of the land. My own cock, rock hard this entire time, jerked – mere moments from orgasm.
A moment of silence ensued and then the tribe erupted in celebration.
Mafi and another young man helped Ariki off me, carrying him on their shoulders away from the clearing. I was left, in a crumpled, sated heap on the ground. Used.
The crowd had left when Toafo lifted me up carefully, curling my body up in his arms to minimise the cum leaking freely from my ass. He carried me a different direction, seemingly a more direct route to the next destination.
"Boy, this is the most important part of the night," he whispered, "you are now holding the essence of all the men in the tribe and are ready to be the messenger of the gods. If you anoint our new chief with cum, it will signal that the tribe will be prosperous, bountiful and loving. If you anoint our chief with blood though, the gods will be saying that conquest and war is what is required."
I looked up tiredly from his strong arms and saw what was next expected from me. It was a giant statute, about 2 metres high carved from a smooth volcanic rock with 4 arms. In one hand, he held a sword and the other hand he held a scythe. The statute had two other hands as well, seemingly positioned before it in supplication and between those hands an enormous 3 foot phallus.
Before the statute was the entire tribe, surrounding a throne in which Ariki sat as if awaiting judgment. His smooth, body was still sheened in sweat but his breathing was slow and measured.
My eyes bulged as Toafo lifted me onto the hands of the statute with the assistance of another tribesman. My hole gaped, well-fucked and dripping, above the massive phallus of the statute for mere moments before it was lowered onto the waiting hands of the statute.
The hands moved, my weight dragging me bodily onto the stone pole. With nothing to rest my weight on, my hands flailed a little which served only to let that monolith slide deeper into my body. I closed my eyes and squeezed my cunt as much as I could, feeling every crack, ripple and nub on that statute's rod which was now about 12 inches deep inside me. The hands seemed to offer more resistance the further down they went, but not enough to hold my body weight. The only thing stopping me from being completely skewered was my anal muscle control.
Thing was, my fuck weakened, cum-slick ass was fighting a losing battle. Inch after inch was sinking into me, and because I was squeezing so tightly, my prostate was being rubbed against that cold hard stone. My mind, still hazy from the drugs was fixing on the fact I was literally about to be fucked to death. My cock, still rock-hard, throbbed from the sensation and the thought. My descent slowed as the phallus widened, but I knew it was only a matter of time before something vital inside me was going to pop inside me. My sphincter twitched, stretched to almost breaking as gravity pulled me inexorably down. I moaned, hands clutching at the bulge in my belly from my basalt doom.
I opened my eyes, looking before me at the gathered hordes of men. Even knowing I was moments from death, my mind wandered over those many strange faces, lingering on the thought that all these men had just fucked me, that all that cum from all those burly strangers were now a slick layer of lube for this idol who was going to imminently fuck me to death. And that was enough.
My cock, a traitor to my doom, erupted in a spray of cum all over the meditating Ariki. I whimpered and writhed in a mix of pain and pleasure as my whole pussy squeezed the unyielding stone. My feet scrabbled in vain against the stone phallus, the hands dipping ever lower from the weight of my butt and jerking body and still my cock pulsed, jet after jet of my seed landing on Ariki's form like a benediction from the gods.
"The Gods have spoken!" roared Mafi, "peace and prosperity for the reign of Ariki"
Ariki stood and bowed before me. My spent body began to relax and as much as I tried to hold on, I could feel myself slipping down more onto the statue.
The tribe lifted Ariki again onto their shoulders as Toafo placed a ceremonial headdress on Ariki and the whole tribe went cheering into the darkness, celebrating as I was slowly being impaled onto their idol.
I was about to give up all hope when Toafo turned and held my by the shoulders, stopping my descent. He lifted me with his arms (even now, my horny drug-hazed mind could only focus on how nice those biceps looked as they bulged) slowly from the statute. I could hear a sucking sound as my hole gave up the thick rock obstruction until with an audible pop, Toafo managed to take me off the idol entirely. I looked back – could see the pink-tinged slime on almost two –feet of that phallus that had just been liberated from my guts. My hole had given up and just gasped open drooling as Toafo carried me in his arms away from the clearing.
My last vision was the statue's face leering at me above its massive phallus.
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I awoke in my room, all alone in the morning.
I sat up, feeling immediately my body's complaint at the trauma it had been put through over the last few days. I gingerly felt my butt, which surprisingly was puckered shut again though still tender to the touch. As I rolled out of bed, I could feel the memory of that stone phallus nudging my lungs inside me – my insides were clearly still readjusting back to where they belonged.
All my stuff was where I left it, though I noticed the clothes I was wearing that night I went missing were gone. I idly wondered whether my room mates had even noticed I was gone. I pulled on some shorts and hobbled outside to the kitchen, feeling my butt complain at the movement.
"Hey little bro! Time to go soon – one last night eh?"
I turned to see one of my roomies toast me from the couch, beer in hand.
"Roger's still out. Don't even know why he bothered to rent here since he's never stayed in his room. Come to think of it, neither have I!" He turned back to the sports on the TV. "You been keeping out of trouble?"
I smiled weakly, "Nah, been partying with the locals." I limped to the kitchen and helped myself to a glass of juice.
"Yeah, these locals are tough eh – all that working outside shows when they decide to get down and dirty too!" My roomie glanced over, "seems you know what I'm talking about. Oh – you got some mail on the bench. Hope it ain't some local dude you've pissed off with your action bro, because geez if the ladies are tough the local guys... "
If he only knew. I looked down at the letter, opened it and read it. It was a letter from Toafo.
Dear Eric
I trust this letter finds you well.
I do not apologise for our tribe's beliefs, barbaric and dated as they may seem to you, or the way that our tribe has used and discarded you. It was a necessity. To be honest, we were already breaking with tradition. Normally a woman takes your place, but our tribe is tired of war and so it was we have convinced them that a man should be the sacrifice for the appointment of Chief Ariki.
This seems to have paid off. You are the first sacrifice in generations that has not died during the ceremony and the first in memory that has anointed our chief with the stuff of life, rather than the blood of the dying innocent. As much as we have used you as the vessel for the men of the tribe and the conduit to our gods, so too did we set our fates in your hands.
Words cannot express the service you have done for this tribe.
We hope in turn that we have opened your eyes to your place in life. It seemed to me that you were torn when we first met, unwilling to embrace your place in the service of other men. May your feet more easily find that path now.
You will not see us again; we are a tribe from one of the outer isles and come to the bigger isles only rarely. However, the men of our tribe will remember you (and last night) fondly for the rest of our lives.
Toafo
I closed the letter and went to my room to pack. It saddened me that I would never feel Mafi's cock tearing into me again, or Toafo's gentle embrace. Indeed, the memory of my ordeal already seemed to have melded into a fantastic scene from a porno movie – the drugs had helped make sure that any discomfort I felt now were absent from the experience. Just the thought of the tribal rape only got me hard, even though it seemed I had been a hairsbreadth from death.
But it was true. I did feel much more sure of who I was, and where I wanted to be. I knew that the rest of my life would be dedicated to recreating that feeling of ultimate service to the will of other men and their needs. It was a thought that gave me direction, and confidence. My butt twitched – seemingly in approval and as if ready to take whatever I might throw at it.
I stopped packing.
After all, we were here one more night and there were more tribes here than one.