He came ashore boldly, proudly. His handsome, muscular chest shimmered in the noonday sun as he waded the final feet to the beach.
He saw those island natives and knew he was stronger and smarter. They were all short, scrawny and completely uneducated. He came with his sword, ready to strike down any one of those savages who dared come against him.
He puffed out his chest and postured, letting them see his strength, his beauty and most importantly, his confidence. These were a meek and lowly lot and he half expected them to come out and worship him as a god.
One of the younger warriors advanced towards him with his head bowed. The cocky american merely smirked. He knew he was the better man.
Then, in an instant, the native chucked his spear at the cocky visitor. The handsome young man had no chance to react. The spear shot right through his navel. All he could do was stand there in shock and disbelief.
He staggered a little in the ankle-high water. Dropping his sword, he bent slightly forward, grasping the shaft of the spear in both hands.
He felt his heart start pounding in his chest, his bowels burned inside him as he felt himself spewing his seed into his shorts. The numbing pain transfixed him as he sank to his knees. The bare white soles of his feet shined in the sun as his toes curled.
His chest heaved and his handsome face looked up as the young native warrior slowly approached. His attacker was smaller, younger, weaker. The native merely stood in front of him and watched his victim struggle with the pain and fear that was slowly overpowering him.
The muscular young man stared up at the savage. His eyes were half-pleading and half-refusing to submit. His expression contorted between a grimace and a glare. The native made no response, he just patiently stood there as the young man suffered.
Finally, the young man fell over on his side. His breathing was much heavier than before and his writhing was weaker. The native waved for his tribe to approach.
He grabbed the young man by the shoulders and the group of them carried the visitor to the shade under a palm tree. The young man could only look up tenderly at the eyes of the warrior who had pierced him.
The tribesmen gathered around the once strong man who lay on the sand. They all knelt around him in some sort of a ritualistic prayer circle, with their knees against the young man's body. The young man could only stare back, wondering if they were trying to heal him, but such was not the case.
At once, the crowd leaned down to his muscular body and each began tearing into his muscles with their teeth. He screamed out in pain as his flesh was torn apart by the hungry savages.
He writhed and screamed for a few minutes before the lead warrior's teeth tore into his throat. The natives enjoyed their meaty feast until nothing was left.
They were usually friendly towards visitors, but this one, unfortunately, had decided to put on a show and demonstrated just how savory his body was. They just couldn't resist the way he had displayed his meat for them.
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