Wrecked and Ravaged

Log 1

Dear reader, my name is Miles Smith. If you find this journal I'm probably dead. I was on a tropical deep sea fishing trip with my family for my dads birthday. I've never liked fishing, so instead I was laying out on a large inflatable pool chair floating on the water. I thought I had tied the rope tight enough to the boat, I thought that I would just close my eyes. I didn't expect to fall asleep, but the warm sun and gentle rocking of the waves put me to sleep.

Next thing I know I woke up with the boat nowhere in sight. I yelled as loud as I could but there was no answer. Fortunately I had taken a water bottle, some snacks, sunscreen, and this notebook and pen to do some drawings. But here I am writing while floating in what is a desolate but otherwise beautiful ocean.

Log 2

I might live after all! After floating for three days, I landed on some island. I ran up and down the beach yelling but saw or heard no one. My water was gone the first day and I thought i would die of dehydration, so I ventured inland and found a small stream that I drank from. I figure whatever parasite I might get is better than dying of thirst. It's almost dark now but tomorrow I will walk until I find a town.

Log 3

This island is not very big. I walked along the beach thinking I would eventually find something or someone. After the whole day, almost before the sunset, I returned to my inflatable chair lying on the beach but from the opposite direction. I walked the entire circumference of the island and not a soul except me.

Log 4

I'm beginning to think I'll never make it off this Island. Fortunately there is fresh water and some fruits that I've never seen before but are quite tasty. I still haven't seen anyone on the island, not even any passing ships. Since I'm beginning to think no one will ever actually read this except me, I need to write out my frustration.

Before I left for vacation, my boyfriend back in college asked me to try a new kink. I like trying new things and this seemed hot at the time. He locked my dick in this small pink chastity cage. It was supposed to be sexy, going through airport security with this secret, not being able to cum for the week while i'm away. Then when I returned he promised to fuck me until I came.

He said that if I was locked for a while I could come from anal stimulation alone. But now here I am alone on a deserted Island, all the time in the world and I can't even jerk off. All I do is sleep, eat fruit, and try desperately to get this cage off my dick. I've tried fingering myself but it's just not enough anal stimulation to cum.

Log 5

I had a strange experience today. I was exploring the inland part of the Island, it's quite beautiful. Every tree branch I saw looked more and more phallic with how horny I've become. I found a tree that had a low branch that curved upward slightly and seemed like a perfect thickness. I broke off the end so it was the right length. I then used a large rock to sand the wood smooth and remove any possibly of splinters.

Lacking any lube, I knelt down in front of this wooden dildo and began sucking on it, imagining it was my boyfriend. My hands wrapped around the tree trunk like some tree fucking freak. Once it was fully coated in my saliva I stood up and aligned my asshole to the wet branch tip. I slowly pushed back, it hurt more than was comfortable so I held it in place trying to loosen myself. My caged dick was desperate to become hard, and it was the closest I had felt to an orgasm in a while.

I don't know if it was the absurdity of the situation, but I began to get the feeling I was being watched. I told myself that was impossible, there was no reason to be paranoid. But I couldn't shake the feeling. I felt so horny and vulnerable. My saliva had quickly dried from the wooden dildo so I pulled off. I would have to find a better lube if this was going to work. The whole walk back I kept looking over my shoulder as if someone was following me.

Log 6

I am not alone. I was taking a midday nap on my stomach in my pool chair turned bed. I was almost asleep when I felt two hands on me. They were larger than any human, callused and hairy. One grabbed both of my hands and held them tight against my back. The other reached under my hips to prop my ass up. I screamed and tried to escape but wasn't nearly strong enough.

I then felt something warm and wet against my asshole. Immediately it was entertaining me, slowly but surely. It felt like the biggest penis I had ever taken, what can only be described as horse-like. Surprisingly it didn't hurt, rather I melted into sexual bliss. Finally my assailant entered me fully and I felt coarse pubic hair against my ass cheeks.

He backed out slightly and then back in, his rhythm picked up quickly and he started fucking me like the animal I can only assume he is. It felt so good to finally have some sexual stimulation, and I finally understand the anal orgasm. Within just a few minutes I felt him tense up and cum inside me. He pulled out and then inserted something else into my ass. Without a word or even another sound he was gone.

I scrambled to my feet looking around wildly and yelling but he was nowhere to be found. I looked down and my caged dick was covered in cum, after who knows how long I had finally orgasmed. I felt behind to what he had inserted in my ass and pulled out a beautifully carved wooden butt plug, covered in my assailant's cum. Had he seen me with the tree? Was he trying to keep his cum inside me? For some reason I inserted it back in my ass and laid down.

Log 7

I saw him again. it was the next day. He came up from behind me, as silently as the first time, then stood before me. He's something like a cross between a human and a gorilla. Is he a neanderthal? Some lost island ape? I tried talking to him but I don't think he speaks English, or any other language.

His eyes were focused on my crotch. He approached me slowly this time. His hands explored the pink cage around my cock for a long time. My small dick in his manly hands was a comical contrast but it felt quite good. He turned me around gently but firmly, and spread my ass cheeks. He let out what I assume was an approving grunt at seeing his wooded butt plug still inside me from the day before. He removed it and dropped it on the ground.

Over my shoulder i saw him rubbing some leaves that seemed to excrete some sticky substance onto his massive cock. It looked to be the size of my arm. He bent his knees to line up the angle and pressed his cock head to my asshole, this time I was much more willing and pushed myself back onto him. He grabbed my waist pulling me on his cock and I felt that same coarse hair against not just my ass but my whole back now, as he held me against his chest. I didn't realize just how much he had been squatting until he stood up straight, picking me up in the process.

I was literally impaled on his cock with my feet dangling off the ground. It didn't hurt, in fact my prostate was in heaven, must have been the leaves. His hand grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up, with just the tip of his cock inside me, then let me drop down onto his cock. He did this a few times before holding me in place and using his hips to thrust into me. The roughness made my caged dick bounce around pathetically, and pretty soon i was spraying cum everywhere.

He didn't stop. He fucked me for much longer than the day before, it felt like hours. The stimulation made me cum two more times before he finally came himself. He held me on his cock as I felt it pulse cum inside me. He rested for a few moments like that, then pulled me off him and inserted the wooden plug again. He gave my ass a pinch and a smack before walking away leaving me panting, covered in sweat and cum.