Don't lick his feet

You resist the urge to lick his feet, but you keep kissing them.

Suddenly the foot you are kissing pulls back away from you, and then you hear him stepping back a bit. You want to continue showing your submission though, so you don't look up at him. Instead you stay prostrated on the ground, your body trembling in both fear and something like excitement.

Then you feel his foot on your shoulder. He kicks at you a few times, progressively harder, and you realize he wants you to turn over, so you comply, rolling over onto your back.

He steps over you, straddling you. You stare up at him, your whole body still trembling. His massive cock and balls obscure everything above them, and as you gawk at how big and heavy they look, your own small cock starts to pulse and throb into an erection.

Then he shifts, leaning down toward you, and you see the dangerously brutal glare on his face. Somehow, this only makes your cock throb even more.

He squats down, then sits on your chest. He is so much bigger than you, and so thick with muscle, that this makes it hard to breathe. He grabs your face roughly and turns your head back and forth, making guttural grunting sounds as he does so. He reaches up with his other hand to touch his own face, feeling it through his long, unkempt beard. You can almost see the thought process behind his eyes. Even though he looks brutal, savage and wild and has shown no sign of understanding anything you've tried to say to him, there is something intelligent behind those eyes--almost cunning. You wonder how long it has been since he has seen another human. Perhaps it has been so long, or he has been so traumatized, that he does not remember having seen other humans before. He has clearly recognized at this point that you are the same kind of creature as he is, though that still does not necessarily mean that he will be friendly to you. In fact, given his continued glare and growling grunts, you don't think that friendliness is at all likely any time soon, if ever.

It is clear that submitting to him was necessary, and will continue to be necessary until and unless you can find a way to escape him. Overpowering him seems impossible. Even if you tried to do so while he was sleeping, the sheer mass of him and the amount of rippling muscle he has would give you no chance at all if he woke up while you were attempting your move.

He seems to have made some kind decision. He stands up and, as easily as if you were a child, he picks you up and drapes your body over his shoulder. Your legs dangle in front of him, your head hanging down behind him, giving you a view of his powerfully muscled legs and ass as he starts walking back in the direction from which he originally approached you.

You make no attempt to resist this, but simply look around at your surroundings as best you can--and when you are not distracted by the sight of rippling, bulging muscle. He is walking through the jungle along a trail he has obviously kept clear. You wonder what he thinks about your erection, which is pressing against his shoulder. Does he have any idea of what it means? For that matter...do you, really?

After a few minutes, the ground changes, becoming a bit clearer of leaves, but you see small animal bones strewn about all over. You feel him moving around but you cannot see what he's doing. Then, without warning, he flings your body around and throws you down. But you fall a lot farther than just to the ground, and as you land hard, you realize that he has thrown you down into a pit. You groan in pain, but it takes only a moment to realize that there are no broken bones or other serious damage.

You start to push yourself up to your feet, but with a low warning growl from him, you settle back down. He glares, then walks out of sight, but you can hear him moving around above you.

You assess your situation. The top of the pit is well above your reach, even if you jump. Of course, even if you could grab the ledge, you are not sure you have the strength to pull yourself up, even if you were not exhausted and hungry. A closer look at the walls of the pit shows that they are damp and relatively smooth, but the earth is packed pretty firmly. You could possibly dig out handholds, but it would take time, and if the man sees you doing it, he will most likely not respond well.

Still, digging handholds and climbing up, if the man leaves for a period of time, seems to be your only possibility for escape.

For perhaps 15 minutes you hear him shuffling around above you, and then he is standing at the top of the pit again. He glares down at you and growls, and his meaning is plain: don't try anything.

He walks away, and you hear no more noise except for birds, the wind in the trees, and a more distant sound of the ocean.

If you are going to try to escape, now might be your only opportunity. When he comes back, he might not leave you alone again...and who knows where he went? From the looks of the animal prints in the slightly muddy bottom of the pit, this looks like where he keeps animals before killing them and eating them. Is that his intention for you?

Panic sets in and you start trying to scrabble up the wall before realizing its utter futility. If you have any chance at escape, you'll have to dig handholds.

But he did seem to recognize, earlier, that you are the same kind of creature as he is. Maybe he does not have the intention of using you for food. Maybe he just has no better way of keeping you from escaping while he goes...wherever it might be that he is going.

You have shown him your intention to submit. If you keep that up, he may become less aggressive toward you. Maybe he would still dominate you, maybe use you to help him survive. Or maybe, if he grows to trust you over time, something different could develop.

Or you are on his dinner menu.

This might be your only chance to try to escape.

Do you try to dig handholds to make your escape, or do you wait for him to return and hope that his plans for you do not include consuming you?