Don't pursue sex

As much as you want His cock, and as much as your own little cock wants you to pursue sex with Him, an honest reflection of your motivations leads you to the conclusion that trying to have sex with him would be about your desires, and not His. Perhaps at some point in the future, He will want to pursue sex; and if so, you will be eager to serve Him in that way too.

But for now, the profound realizations of moments ago, which led you to understand that the very reason for your birth into this universe was so that you could end up here on this island to serve this Man as His ****, drive you to subsume your desires and focus only on Him.

He is still curious about your erection, however. He is still pointing at it and looking inquisitive. He grabs His own cock again and flops it around a few times before letting it rest heavily in his grip. You see His massive cock head swell for a moment as His dick twitches, and a look of comprehension comes across His face.

So He has experienced an erection before, but it is still possible that He might not have experienced an orgasm. That seems somewhat unlikely. Simple human curiosity and the desire for pleasure would seem to have pushed Him to explore; but perhaps He has simply never had the luxury to pursue it.

"Do You understand me, Master?" you ask. "Can You understand what I am saying?"

He grunts, and it seems like He is dredging up some old memory as He nods.

"Yes? You do understand?"

"Yes," He says in a somewhat belabored manner, nodding His head again. Suddenly he is jumping up to His feet. He grabs you by the back of the neck and drags you after Him toward His makeshift shelter. He roughly drops you on the ground outside it and goes into it, and in a few moments He comes back out holding what is unmistakably a worn old child's backpack. He opens it and reaches inside, then takes out something small. He squats down next to you and holds it out to you. As you take it, you realize it is a passport.

You open it up and see what is clearly a picture of Him as a boy. The passport is 10 years old, and He was 9 at the time it was issued, which means He is only 19 years old.

You stare at Him in awe. First, this Man who has now completely claimed you as His own is not even 20 years old. Second comes the realization that He has been here for 10 years, perhaps entirely alone.

"This says Your name is Jason," you say, holding up His passport.

"Master," He says, shaking his head and pointing to His chest.

"Yes, Master," you agree quickly. "You are Master. But Your name is Jason?"

He nods.

"Are You here by Yourself, Master?"

"Yes." Speech seems still to be awkward or difficult for Him, but He is clearly making an effort. "Long."

"For a long time?"

"Yes." He pauses, frowning, trying to remember the words He wants to say. "Not all."

"Not always?"

He grunts and nods in agreement.

"Someone else was here with You, but they're not anymore?"

"Gone."

"They're gone?"

"Yes."

Perhaps at some point He will regain more of His speech and you will be able to understand the full story of what happened to Him, but for now He is done talking. He suddenly grabs your neck and hauls you to your feet again.

He shoves you around toward His firepit, where there is a stack of hollowed out gourds. He points at them.

"****," He says, but His meaning is clear.

"Yes, Master," you say as you hurry to pick up the gourds. He grunts and jerks His head, then starts walking off toward the other side of the clearing. Unquestioningly, you hurry after him, carrying the gourds.

You follow Him along a path He has clearly kept relatively clear of vegetation. After a few minutes you hear the gurgling of moving water, and then you arrive at a clear stream running through the jungle. There is a small pool at the bottom of a low waterfall. Master walks into the water without even pausing at the bank, then over to the waterfall, where He stands underneath it. He looks over at you.

"****," He says again, pointing at the pool of water, and you understand. The gourds are to carry water back to His camp.

"Yes, Master," you say, and you stumble out into the water.

You realize as you start to fill the gourds how thirsty you are. After you fill the gourds, you take them back to the bank of the stream, then wade back out into the pool and scoop up a handful of water. He watches you but says nothing, which you take to mean that you have His permission to do what you are doing.

You drink more water, then stand there looking at your Master standing under the waterfall. He is letting the water cascade down his huge, powerful body. The muscles on His torso seem to guide the water straight to His cock, and you can't help staring. The head of His cock is beneath the surface of the churned water, but the thick root of His shaft, even more visible now that His pubes are matted by the water, becomes the intense focus of your vision.

Your own little cock is immediately throbbing, and in mere seconds it is sticking straight out from your body.

Your Master sees this and His expression again becomes curious. He grabs His own massive cock and flops it a bit, then steps out of the waterfall toward you. Within seconds, He is standing there in front of you, towering over you.

Again, you find yourself struggling with the notion of your desires versus His. He is not hard. He may not want you to suck His dick the way that you want to suck it. But then again, that might only be because He has no idea that He might find it pleasurable.

"****?"

It is clear from His tone and His expression that He wants an explanation.

You could try to explain in words, but given His limited language and the fact that He probably went through puberty alone on this island, there is a lot He might not understand. But this would be the most direct, and perhaps the most respectful way of trying to obey His desire for an explanation. Or you could try to explain by doing what you really want to do: dropping to your knees and wrapping your lips around His huge, thick cock.