Desert Island Ch. 11

Rick's POV:

I squeezed Aaron's shoulder, then slowly rolled out from under the console. My gun first, then my body. Marcus was hunched over the radio, muttering into it, his back to me. I levelled the gun, hands steady. "Hands up. Back away from the radio," I said.

He straightened, turned, and gave me a broad, sneering smile. "You must be Rick. Heard a lot about you." His eyes flicked to Aaron as he crawled out behind me, face pale.

"Now," I barked.

Marcus lifted his hands, but there was a casualness to it, then he snatched a heavy wrench from the table and hurled it at my head. I ducked, the metal whistling past my ear, and in that split second he was on me, slamming me back against the navigation panel so hard the air left my lungs.

We hit the floor in a tangle. The gun skittering away, clattering under a bench. Marcus's hands were around my throat before I could even think to reach for it. I bucked my hips, twisting, but he was a bear-every inch of him solid muscle.

"Should've brought more than a pretty boyfriend," he grinned.

At that moment Aaron smashed an emergency flare into Marcus's temple. The man shrieked, then headbutted Aaron. He stumbled back, kicking the gun toward me.

I grabbed it, pressed it against the mans thigh and pulled the trigger. He howled and buckled so violently that he threw me from his body and out the open door onto the deck.

For a moment all I could hear was the ocean, the slow throb of blood in my ears. I turned as he lumbered towards me, a knife in his hands.

I lifted the gun once more.

BANG.

His charge halted mid-step. His eyes went wide as blood blossomed across his chest like a flower. He stumbled backwards, crashing into the railing and tumbled over it into the water below with a dull splash.

I pulled myself to my feet heading back inside, Aaron had a nose bleed and was shaking from head to foot. Fuck. I crouched in front of him, grabbed the back of his neck, and pressed a kiss to his forehead trying to ground him, and myself. "I'm sorry. I should have made you stay on the beach." He stared at me, blinking, throat working, so I continued, "You were brilliant. But we've gotta go." I squeezed his shoulder once. "Stay with me, yeah?"

He gave a small, shaky nod.

I stood, at the console, "Right. Lets get Jack!"

Jack's POV

The sun was already beating down through the gaps in the canopy as I stirred awake, groggy but restless. No word from the others. I'd checked the radio constantly, but they were either too far out or something was blocking the signal. I tried not to let it gnaw at me, but the feeling was sitting heavy in my gut, it had been over 24 hours!

Kovu's call broke my spiral of worry. He appeared across the little camp, smiling and motioning eagerly for me to follow. Sulu stood behind him, beckoning me toward the beach.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, alright, let's go."

We made our way through the trees and down to the beach. Kovu was the first to break into a run, laughing as he dashed into the waves.

We played for a while, the three of us splashing each other, diving beneath the surface. Every time I surfaced, Kovu or Sulu would be there grinning, pulling me back under or wrapping arms around my waist to drag me through the shallows. The tension from earlier started to melt away and was replaced by laughter.

I waded back onto the sand and dropped down onto my back, chest heaving. The sun felt warm on my wet skin.

Kovu and Sulu emerged from the water next, glistening as they padded toward me. I watched them approach, cocks hanging heavy between their thighs, both half-hard already.

Kovu knelt beside me first, leaning in to kiss my inner thigh, his lips teasing a slow path upward. Sulu settled on my other side, fingers trailing lightly over my chest, pinching a nipple before sliding lower.

Kovu reached my cock first, wrapping warm lips around the head as Sulu moved in to kiss me deeply. I moaned into his mouth my hips lifting off the sand. When Sulu broke the kiss, he leaned down to take my cock in his mouth alongside Kovu's, both of them working together now.

It was fucking unreal, wet tongues swirling around the head of my dick, their lips brushing against each other as they sucked. Every so often they'd pull back to kiss, tongues sliding messily before diving back down to devour me.

I gripped the sand hard, muscles tensing as they worked me over, their own hands now stroking their curved cocks in rhythm with their mouths on mine.

I arched up with a gasp, Kovu grinned wickedly, pulling back for a moment. His fingers traced along my shaft, tugging my foreskin. He leaned in again, lips wrapping around the stretched skin, sucking it slowly, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

"Fuck... Kovu..." I barely managed to choke out.

My hips jerked up without control, a ragged groan tearing from my throat.

"Fuck, I'm gonna..."

And then I came. Hard.

Thick ropes of cum shot from my cock, splattering between their open mouths as they sucked and licked at me. Kovu chuckled low in his throat, pulling back just enough to let the next spurt hit his tongue. Sulu followed, their lips meeting messily as they shared my load, tongues flicking at each other playfully.

"Greedy bastards," I panted, half laughing through the aftershocks.

Their cocks still throbbed, heavy and leaking as they rutted lazily against each other, completely lost in the moment.

I pulled on my shorts and snuck off back to camp, fumbling through my bag for the radio when cold steel pressed against my throat. Instantly yanked into someone's chest, fear shot through me as a voice hissed, 'Quiet, pretty. Or I'll spill your blood right here.' The scream froze in my throat. The man laughed quietly in my ear, "This way."

He jerked me in the direction he wanted me to follow, and when I didn't immediately move, he pressed the knife a little harder. "Now bitch."

We had moved about 40 meters from my original spot when the man whispered, "Get on your knees, hands behind your head."

I did as I was told, plotting my escape. Sensing this, the man said, "Try anything and you're dead."

Fear prevented me from doing anything other than what I was told, and I let the man loop thick rope around my wrists. "There, good boy, lower your hands."

The man stepped in front of me and wrapped another piece of rope between my bound hands, making a makeshift lead. As he stood in front of me, he stroked my face then forced my head back, running a thumb over my lips. "So pretty." The man had narrow eyes, a skinny face, and a protruding nose: rat features.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked in a whisper.

"Why? Because Rick fucked us over, and I know by this that you're important to him." He pulled out a third radio. "He'll come for you, and then I can kill him."

Ice washed over me, but it strengthened my resolve. I glared into my captor's eyes and stated, "He'll kill you."

His face turned red in an instant. Before I could dodge, his fist smashed into my left eye, pain exploded through my skull as the world spun, but before I had the chance to recover he yanked me upright by the rope. "Move. I want plenty of distance between us and those disgusting savages before they realise you're gone."

I stumbled forward. The pace he set was brutal. I could barely keep up. He barked at me constantly, "Faster!" shoving me when I stumbled, tugging hard enough on the rope to nearly dislocate my shoulders.

Every step through the thick jungle felt harder than the last. Sweat soaked my body. My head throbbed. The burning in my lungs was relentless.

I tried to drag my feet, disturb bushes, anything to leave a trail. But Jared noticed.

"Stop dragging your feet, or I'll cut them off and leave you here to rot."

He never shut up.

"Rick thought he was clever, tailing me. Fool. Too busy playing with his little toys to see me coming. Now I've got the little pretty one." His voice was a constant drone.

Hours passed. The sun shifted high above. My legs burned, my lips cracked. My throat felt like sandpaper.

"Please," I croaked. "Water."

Jared sneered. "Pft. You won't be worth the ransom dead. One sip. That's it."

He shoved a bottle to my lips, I drank as much as I could before he yanked it away.

"Don't think you're getting food, though. Keep moving."

He forced me through a dense patch of vines and then into a shallow stream.

"In here. I won't have those fucking savages sniffing you out."

We trudged through the water for what felt like forever. My legs barely worked. I stumbled constantly, each time earning a sharp tug on the rope or the flat of his boot in my ribs.

I was starving. Light-headed. My muscles trembled. I couldn't even feel my hands anymore from how tight the rope bit into them.

We reached a steep hill. "Climb."

I was pulled more than climbed, scraping my knees raw on the rocks.

Every time I faltered, Jared was there to shove or drag me forward.

"Useless. Rick should've picked himself a stronger pet."

At the top, finally, mercifully, he stopped.

"Sit."

I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air, he tied my lead to a tree and clicked on the radio. "Rick."

Silence.

"Rick."

Finally-Rick's voice, strained with panic: "Jack?! Find somewhere to hide! Don't let him-"

"Too late Rick." Sneered Jared.

"Where's Jack?" Rick replied voice now cold, controlled.

Jared grinned. "He's right here. God, he is something, Rick. Maybe once you're dead, I'll have a little fun of my own."

I couldn't take it. I screamed, "HELP! SULU! KOV-"

Jared's boot slammed into my ribs, knocking the breath from me. I gasped, head spinning.

"Don't you fucking touch him," Rick's voice crackled through the radio.

Jared clicked the button. "You don't make the demands here Rick. Here's the deal. YOU for your pet. I'd hurry, if I were you. I'm not the patient type."

He cut the radio.

I sat trembling, chest aching, head swimming. I bit down on my panic and forced myself to think.

Jared paced back and forth, spitting insults, I ignored him. Pulling my wrists in an attempt to stretch the rope.

Each time his back was turned, I chewed at the ropes, grinding the rough hemp against my teeth, feeling the sharp fibres dig into my gums. At first, it was nothing. Then a thread snapped. Then another. My wrists numbed with blood loss, but I kept working, pain and desperation making me relentless. Sweat soaked through my shirt, but I kept chewing, pulling, twisting my hands until the rope burned bloody grooves in my wrists.

He paced to the edge of the clearing, digging around in his trousers before I heard piss hitting the soil.

His head lolled as he slumped against a tree.

This was it. I went for it, worked my teeth into the rope. Felt the fibres giving way. One strand. Another.

Finally I slipped free of the tree.

I wrenched my hands forward, snapping the last wet fibres, and tore myself free from the tree. My hands were still bound together, but they worked as one. I ran.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Jared roared.

I tore through the underbrush, legs burning, eyes streaming. Branches clawed at my skin. My hands being bound, threw me off balance.

I didn't care, I kept going.

I heard him crashing after me, getting closer.

When suddenly, I felt the ground give way. I'd reached the edge of the steep slope.

Too fast to stop. I toppled, rolling down, hitting branches and roots.

Everything spun. My chest heaved uselessly, barely able to pull air into my battered lungs. My arms were scraped raw, my ribs screamed with every breath.

Somewhere above me, Jared's voice carried, smug and taunting:

"Ohhhh... you shouldn't have done that. You've got me all worked up now."

I tried to move, to crawl, but my body wouldn't cooperate. All I could manage was a pathetic twitch of my legs as he descended the slope with terrifying speed.

"You're making it real hard to be a gentleman, sweetheart. Seeing you like this... all helpless... hell, it's got me harder than I've been in weeks."

Rough hands grabbed my crotch, squeezing painfully.

I gasped, instinctively bucking against him, trying to twist away, but my body was useless after the fall.

He laughed, "I know you're not picky. Even letting those filthy savages have their way with you. Don't think I didn't see that show on the beach. Open legs for the whole jungle, yeah?"

He squeezed harder. I couldn't stop the pained noise that left my throat.

I was shaking.

With a grunt, Jared wrenched my shorts down, exposing me. I tried again to twist away, but my bound hands and battered limbs offered no leverage.

"I know you've had enough cock up there to make for easy access, haven't you?" he sneered, as he shoved my legs apart.

I kicked out feebly. He caught my ankle and wrenched my legs wider.

"Filthy little slut. Not so tough now, are you? I bet you beg those dirty islanders to fuck you."

His voice was a low, rasp right in my ear.

I sobbed, unable to stop myself.

He spat in his palm..

"You're gonna take it, pretty. Just like you took theirs. You'll be begging for more soon enough."

He pressed his cock against my entrance, grinding hard enough to make me shout out.

"That's it... open up..." he hissed.

I felt the thick head of his cock parting mem the pressure unbearable.

My hand hit something sharp: a rock and instinct took over.

I grabbed it in both bound hands and swung blindly, wildly, smashing it into Jared's thigh.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" he roared.

His fist smashed into my stomach again, doubling me over.

I gasped for air, vision blurring Jared grabbed my hips roughly, dragging me back towards him.