The Lost Island (Futa/male)

A young man is washed onto an island off the coast of Brazil. He is than taken into sexual slavery by the tribe that rules it.

The waves kept crashing and crashing into the small boat that I was on. I felt the salt water splash into my eyes as I proceeded to rub them. I heard the thunder and lightning crash into the night and felt the hard rain and hail hit my face as I looked up into the dark sky. I then saw my friends. They seemed even more scared than me. We were all in junior year in college and were on Spring Break. Instead of going somewhere typical but my friend, Steve, suggested that we go to Brazil and go fishing on his father's boat. If we die, I'm blaming him. I saw my other two friends, John and Courtney (who were dating) clutching each other.

"Hold on everyone!" Yelled Diego, the guide. We weren't supposed to go far. Some locals even warned us about going to far because of the fact that many boats that go more than 10 miles off the coast tend to disappear out of nowhere. Diego must've taken the wrong way because we ended up farther and farther away from the coast.

The boat continued to bump and bump. I saw Steve start vomitting on the deck. We were miles away from the coast and it felt like were getting farther and farther. A large wave hit us and it almost capsized the whole boat. Courtney almost fell off but John saved her in time. Diego used all of his might to steer us into the right direction.

The waves kept getting stronger and then we saw a giant wave heading right toward us.

"Hold on!!" Diego yelled. The boat faced the wave sideways and I had a perfect view of the wave as it got closer. I grabbed onto the pole nearby and held on as tightly as possible. The wave struck the boat as I felt the boat start to tip over and it capsized...

The next morning

I felt the water touch my feet as I thought that I was still in the water. I then felt sand as I saw that I was on a beach. I heard seagulls in the air. I stood up but felt a pain in my right leg. My mind was completely blank on what happened. All I can remember is falling into the water. I then got up and looked around. I couldn't see any remains of the boat or any of my friends.

"Steve? Courtney? John? Diego?" I yelled out but I heard no response. I then looked at the beach for any footprints but found none. I feared that I was the only one who made it. What was I gonna do? How was I gonna get back? I saw a forest right by the beach. I still had hope. Maybe they made it but not on this side of the island. Maybe they went into the forest. I decided that I would have to do the same. I took a deep breath and entered the forest.

I saw what seemed to be like a trail. Not much of one but a trail none the less. I walked down the trail for about an hour. My leg was killing me but I had to make it through to survive. I also felt my stomach knaw at me for food.

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap. I realized that some