Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2004 14:11:10 EST
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 9; The Castaways

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The Castaways...

Chapter 9. Copyright by rick19uk 11th March 2004

We were awake for the rest of the night and neither Brian or I could keep
our hands off David and took it in turns to cuddle him to us, such was our
absolute relief at having him returned to us. It's strange however that
events most certainly seem to come in threes, with our first such event
being the spotting of the distant sail, next was the island of pirates,
with the third only being attributable to weariness and sleep
depravation. The morning had barely become full light when we saw an island
begin to loom on the horizon and this became our first piece of excitement
for the day. About mid-morning time another then loomed just forward of the
port side. This one sat low and close to the sea and was in fact the
nearest, the more we looked at the larger one to starboard, so our
excitement grew as we began to realise that it seemed to be possessed of a
very familiar shape and was we agreed, to be our destination. Both islands
had been visible for at least 4 hours and we were really clipping along
under full sail with a very good wind. We were obviously extremely euphoric
and hoped our troubles would soon be at an end wishing that we would soon
be homeward bound aboard a friendly vessel. Midday saw us virtually
parallel to the smaller island with us basking in the knowledge that we
would soon be safe.

      I was on the tiller and the two loves in my life were cuddled up
napping when on hearing a faint shout, I was roused from my own
drowsiness. It came from the port side island and on looking towards it I
saw a large canoe full of natives wearing what I would only describe as
full war regalia. They were coming straight for us. I shouted to Brian and
David waking them very abruptly, and whilst pointing to the canoe I gabbled
that we were being chased. Upon seeing the war canoe I watched the colour
visibly drain from their faces having felt mine do just the same as I first
caught sight it. I steered our little canoe a point or two further into the
wind to try to get an extra knot or two out of her. My two loves quickly
grabbed their paddles and began to paddle as if the very devil were behind
us, which to all intents and purposes he was, but in the form of possible
cannibals. It was a race that was lost before it began. The natives had
twenty strong paddles going like hell and were visibly gaining on us, and
within approximately thirty minutes the race was all but lost. As ever,
Brian saw the obvious and screamed at me to cut the longboat loose which in
the excitement I had completely and utterly forgotten about. I quickly
sawed through the painter we had it tied with and it cut loose causing our
little canoe to shoot forward at an amazing rate. We watched as it dropped
back then crashed into the native canoe that was no more than a cable (60
feet) distant from us. As we sat and watched we realised to our horror that
the canoe full of "cannibals" were in fact filled with native boys, and as
the longboat cleaved it in two they fell into the sea crying out and waving
to us.

      We were at a loss as to what to do but the code of the sea was strong
in us and our own vivid and horrible memories of being shipwrecked also
made us think twice about abandoning them to their fate. We reluctantly
turned and headed back, dropping the sail just before we ploughed into
them. As we quickly lost way and were amongst them, they grabbed onto the
side and outrigger rocking our small craft alarmingly. We were then shocked
stupid as one of them said, "you...take...there", whilst pointing at the
low island. "He speaks English"! David said. I nodded my head at him in
agreement and looking in amazement at the speaker, I simply said yes, and
at that we all three began to paddle making our way slowly to the not too
distant island. We had managed to get six of them aboard our little craft,
with the rest of them just clinging on trying not to get in the way of the
paddles. It made the perfect recipe however, for painfully slow progress. I
estimate that it took over three hours to get to shore, and to our utter
horror as we landed, they grabbed us. We were roughly bundled up the beach
and quite unceremoniously stripped of our loin cloths then tied to
stakes. I and my two loves were quite literally shaking with fear as we
pondered our fate, vividly remembering the visions of the beheaded and
disembowelled savages we had seen but two days earlier. As the evening drew
on and darkness descended, they gathered around their fire mounting two
wild pigs onto the spit for roasting. We fearfully wondered when we would
join them.

      I became aware some time later that a boy of no more than thirteen
was making his way towards us. It was me he came to first, and lifted a
coconut shell to my mouth offering me a drink. I thought this was very
strange, considering the fact that our fate as we saw it, was to soon be
killed most horribly and end up eaten. As I nervously drank I was shocked
to feel him grasp my dick with his free hand and begin to slowly roll my
foreskin back and forth. Within seconds I was rock hard. I finished the
water, and nodding thankfully to him, he threw the shell to the ground then
sinking to his knees, took me deep into his throat to the very root of my
dick. I glanced at David and Brian and they returned my shocked and owl
eyed stare. We had been so engrossed in what had been going on with me that
not one of us noticed two more young boys approaching my two love's. They
were offered water too, and as they drank, the two boys repeated what was
happening to me. Within minutes we were all being sucked with our balls
being gently and most wonderfully rolled around in their sacs. It was
really weird being tied to a stake and "made love" to, and we whispered
back and forth to each other, asking what each of us thought was going to
happen. It wasn't too long before we found out as the boy who was clamped
onto me, rose to his feet, spit on his hand, and proceeded to rub it around
his backside. He then turned and on bending slightly, pulled his arse
cheeks apart, and then backing onto my dick he impaled himself in one swift
movement.  As he rocked back and forth I couldn't help but begin to thrust
quite forcefully. The sensations of his hot hole on my dick were really
quite exquisite and within minutes I was crying out as I gushed my cum into
him. He pulled himself off me, and quickly turning to face me, he grasped
my dick. He laid his own along the length of mine, then using a very rapid
hand motion he tossed them both off, with him cumming very quickly and
gushing huge amounts of cum into my pubic hair. As he finished he smiled up
at me then turned to look at my two loves. I followed suit and saw that
they were both thrusting hard into the two boys who had come to them. David
came first and the boy did exactly as mine had done and tossed himself off
cumming all over David's pubic hair with the same for Brian very soon
after.

       They left us after adjusting our bonds so that though still tied to
the stakes we were now sat down. As we watched, they then joined their
fellow natives around the fire. Every last one of them had joined in the
most fantastic and lewd all out orgy, with one shagging the other whilst
others lay head to toe sucking each other off with absolute and total
abandon. As things began to calm down, they one by one began to tear strips
and lumps off the roasted pigs joining in another orgy of gorging
themselves on the roast pork. The three boys, who had "had" us, made their
way over and began to feed us morsels of this quite delicious pork, all the
while glancing furtively at our dicks. I don't care who you are, I know you
would react the same, the situation was such that we had just been royally
"had" and the further attention that our dicks were being given they too,
soon stood full mast once more. The three of them as if telepathically
linked, used their greasy hands to slick our dicks up and in perfect unison
sat on our laps sinking down to the root then bouncing up and down quite
merrily. The inevitable occurred and we once again filled their holes with
our hot cum. This time however, they got off us standing with their dicks
waving in our faces and were soon shagging our mouths. Tied up or not, I
have to say that it was extremely erotic, exciting, and fulfilling, and as
they filled our mouths with their cum we eagerly swallowed it all. As they
finished we were once again faced with a most beatific smile from each of
them and they simply curled up at our feet and went to sleep.

      We awoke stiff and sore when the first sun shone on us, and about an
hour later our attention was drawn to another group of natives joining the
existing ones from the direction of the beach. We heard excited jabbering
and didn't have to wait long before the new group came to stand and stare,
gesturing at us and patting the young boys who had had sex with us on their
backs. A much bigger boy then bent down and began to stare at David, moving
on in turn to Brian and I. He gave a loud whoop and grasping his knife,
which at first had me panic-stricken, he began to cut each of our bonds
setting us loose from the stakes. He lifted me to my feet and grasping me
into a hug it slowly began to dawn on me that he was one of the boys from
the friendly island who we had had such good times with some two years
earlier. The relief that flooded me is impossible to describe and suffice
it to say I became weak at the knees and if he hadn't have had such a firm
hold on me, I'm sure I would have collapsed to the ground. He proceeded to
dance me around and moving over to my two loves it soon became a group hug
and we all four had tears running unashamedly down our cheeks.

      As we began to recover from our surprise and happiness at meeting
again, the others lifted all four of us and carried us down to the beach
then running into the warm sea. We frolicked and played dick tag for hours
until we were all exhausted and starving from hunger. We must have had hold
of thirty or forty dicks each and we had the most wonderful of good times
with cum floating all around us on the wonderfully calm surface of the
sea. As we all went ashore the one who had spoken English came to walk
beside us. He began to try to explain what had gone on the previous
night. It transpired that they had all seen and lusted after young white
men and boys having seen them many times off the visiting ships. This
island was used to send all boys who had attained puberty on initiation
rites with the main object being to have anal sex. They had spotted us
yesterday just as they were arriving at the island. They had quickly given
chase with their ultimate goal being to have we three initiate the three
young ones in their deflowering quest. They had decided that we may object
so had "captured us" after we had rescued them thus forcing the issue on us
anyway. They had been as relieved as us when it transpired that we were
willing and wouldn't have objected, a fact related to them by the older boy
telling them of our times together with them two years earlier. About four
of the boys from that time were there too, but had not recognised us as we
had grown so dramatically since then.

       During that first afternoon we sat and painfully slowly explained
our experiences and current plight to them. It was really very difficult
due to the limited language skills of the English speaker amongst them. It
took three times as long because it all had to be translated to the rest of
them then we were barraged by tens of questions in turn to each of our
statements. After we had related our trials and triumphs to them they were
in complete awe of us and we were treated as heroes from that point on. The
story continued as we ate the evening meal and went on until we were all
yawning and beginning to doze off where we sat. When we awoke next day and
ate a breakfast of fruit the questioning continued and in particular what
we knew of the cannibals we had experienced seemed to be of very great
interest to them. We learned that the peaceful islands were continually
raided for captives and ultimate victims of these barbaric savages. Our
present company lived in some fear of them but were quick to add that they
had not been raided for what we understood to be over ten years. It was of
extreme concern to our friends that we had seen them at their evil trade a
mere distance of one days sailing away.

      The gathering broke up soon after breakfast and became yet another
day of fun and games which turned into a further three days before we
embarked on the short voyage to the main island. I hasten to add that
during that time neither of the three of us partook of more anal sex but
did have some rather nice times with our young initiates including several
of the other native boys besides. Although a great part of their sexual
relationships between each other seemed to be taken up with anal
intercourse, we were not pressured in any way to partake of what we could
only assume to be "painful pleasure" when taking into great account the
size of their endowments. Even the thirteen-year-old initiates out-sized
David and I possessing the most wonderful low hanging balls that I never
ceased to enjoy playing with.

      The five days quickly passed and after breakfast on the sixth day we
cleaned up our camp and embarked on the journey across to the main
island. What stores we had left on our canoe had been unloaded and used
making room for eight of their number to join us on the crossing. We raised
our sail and with one of us on the tiller and ten paddling we fairly shot
across the twenty miles or so that separated the islands leaving the other
two canoes far in our wake. When we were about a mile off shore we heaved
to and allowed them to catch up amidst lots of good-natured gesticulating
and shouting. Our eight passengers were delighted to be in the winning
canoe and as we crunched up the beach we were grabbed once more and carried
ashore aloft on their shoulders. We were all soon joined by the rest of the
voyagers and then taken to the hut's of the village elder's. Whilst we had
been on the other island we had learned that the last ship to call had been
about a year earlier and that ships called with some regularity about every
year or so. Our general mood was one of total euphoria and that night we
chatted about the fact that it had only been eighteen or so days earlier we
had woken up in our cave resolved to achieve the impossible. We had
experienced rank fear on several occasions during the voyage and agreed
wholeheartedly that our greatest achievement was David's rescue from the
pirates and the subsequent burning of their ship. The pictures burned into
our brains of the cannibal's hapless victims would remain with us and be
the source of horrible nightmares for the rest of our lives.

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      I would like to take this opportunity to thank my on-line friend
Gerald alias archerflyer, for suggesting the theme for this chapter. His
comments were that the story sadly lacked any raunchy sex and I hope I have
now addressed that issue. I can in all honesty only see another chapter to
conclude this story but to all those who have enjoyed it so far, be assured
I have several more ideas bouncing round my skull...One is a sequel to
this, but that as they say is another story......Rick