**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse, sadomasochistic activities, and torture between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** The stories in the Survival Canyon series are set in a futuristic world where the Government uses publicly shown torture of criminals as a means of control. If you have not read the initial story, 0. Backdrop, you may find a given episode disorienting.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
Landfall
The last thing I can remember distinctly before I awoke was a series of shining lights. Now I was attired in a black Navy SEAL like uniform. I don't recall being a Navy SEAL or anything like that. I remember being a kinda of average sort of guy about 24 and not a whole lot else.
As I sit up an look around me. I am in a field. There are others also awaking from consciousness around me. At first I could not recognize any of them. They looked mostly to be male, none were attired as I was.
I got myself up and felt my body. It was intact.
I was wearing black boots. And a black rope was surrounding my shoulder and looked to be fairly long.
I looked around further. There was fairly dense forest around us. We were in a circular field. Some more of the people were coming around. The grass was fairly low and I could not make out any sources of food or water.
I helped some of the people up. Some wandered off dazed. Some I felt like I recognized. Names began to come to my head, but nothing clicked and screamed yes.
I decided that we needed to find food and water. Soon.
I was not certain where we were, why we were, or anything, but I knew that food and water were needed.
I would estimate that initially there were 30 people in the field. Several had wandered off. Now 20 or so remained. I sensed danger, but I could not be certain from what or why. I examined the situation and the faces before me.
Names began to came to me. I felt like a haze was selectively keeping me from knowing anything. I selected 4 young men. Each could not have been more than about 23-26 themselves. Somehow, I felt like I knew them and perhaps they knew me.
I took my 4 and we headed off in the direction of the sun. Not knowing why or where I felt it might lead us, I felt it would offer a consistent path. Others were scattering and running terrified.
As we put some distance between us and the point of landing, I felt certain I heard some screams. I moved my group faster. Most of them were not as equipped as myself and some were wearing sandals.
We kept walking well into the sunset when we came upon a cliff.
Water ran along the bottom of the cliff.
The other side seemed miles away.
I loosened the rope and suddenly knew what to do with it.
I anchored a metal claw and helped my troop down.
And then lowered myself using climbing skills that suddenly seemed innate.
We were on a ledge that seemed prepared for us.
Just as I reached the ledge, a huge predatory animal with blood dripping from its mouth and unlike anything I could recall ever seeing before appeared.
I would have sworn I could feel blood dripping onto us. I pushed us against the ledge and the creature seemed satisfied that we were not an easy meal.
The water was still thousands of feet below perhaps and now I am certain that some of the unfortunate people we landed in the forest with died in the maw of that monster or others like it.
I kept my group pressed against the ledge and I leaned over to see the limbs of what must have been a human. It lands on the ledge. The predators let go of it. A warning?
I kick the limb to the ground. I encourage my group to break into pairs. Patrick and Rafael I put together. Their names, came to mind.
I arranged them against a rock together. It would be cold. Their bodies would keep one another warm. Same for Brian and Stephen. Them to the other side of the ledge. Both pushed against the cliff.
I sat watch. I didn't know if the animals could jump down and reach us. As I sat keeping watch over my newly adopted charges I waited. They were terrified but exhaustion, confusion and terror mixed within them and slowly they fell asleep against one another their bodies locked against one another.
In the darkness I gradually felt my eyes adjust. The moon was bright here.
Inside each of my boots, I found a knife.
I had the rope.
But still no food, and I wasn't certain where if anywhere safety lay.
I looked at my charges fondly. I couldn't identify them yet I knew their names and I was the best equipped to do anything about our new situation. They had already taken orders from me that was a good sign. And they trusted me.
My next move would have to be the one that would get us water at a minimum. Wind chilled the ledge. I felt it in my bones, my charges stayed wrapped against one another, warm. I pulled against the ledge and pulled my legs to my chest and fell asleep, cold and alone.
Sun streamed across the chasm. The ledge obscured the direct fall of light onto our ledge. I woke first and roused my charges. We needed to reach a safe point above the water soon or face death.
It looked to be several hundred, perhaps thousand, feet to the bottom and helping my four charges down would not be easy.
Slowly, plateau by plateau we wound our way down. As we reached another ledge close to the bottom I stopped our progress. It seemed so close to our grasp now, water.
I stopped us on the ledge. Their clothing had tattered on the way down. Mine was still firm. The sun was causing them to sweat. Their clothing would be the first to come to me.
I claimed it from them one at a time. I tied it in a rope around them and draped it around their shoulders sideways, the clothing would be important for warmth and letting it get destroyed on the chasm walls would not be productive.
Naked I became aware of how attractive they each were. The exhaustion and fear that racked our bodies prevented any complaints or protests, and they did not appear embarrassed by their nudity with one another.
I watched the river from here. High enough that no predator should be able to reach us for a few hours. I wanted to see if anything came, attracted by our scent. I also needed to know if anything would drink the water. The boys sat next to each other. I paired them again as before and encouraged them to rest their bodies against one another.
No resistance, no embarrassment.
I saw it. A bird landed at the edge of the river and drank. The bird appeared harmless and yet also unfamiliar.
I stared at the sleeping men by my sides, we needed to get them water, but we also needed somewhere to stay, somewhere sheltered and warm.
I stared up and down the river. In the distance I felt certain I saw a rock covered island.
That would be our destination. The current did not seem too strong and the river did not seem overly deep from here.
Move out.
I roused my troops.
We descended the last leg of the cliff as the sun started setting, one day into our new world we had found water that looked like it might be safe to drink. I told the boys not to drink more than a few sips. Quenching the thirst, Brian finally let loose a stream of urine into the river.
His uninhibited display triggered the same in the other men. Stephen turned away and pissed onto the sand.
Patrick and Rafael pissed into the river.
Nothing seemed to attract any predators here in the valley, but I wanted us to move out. I waded into the water and walked carefully to the middle, no fish approached and the river did not come up much past my knees.
I beckoned the boys to follow me and they did. Their naked bodies were glistening in the sun. Each unique. Rafael's hairy and stunning. Brian's smooth and useful. No words came to mind for the feelings I had.
We walked.
The rocks loomed closer as the sun set fully.
We reached the rocks just as the last drips of twilight passed.
The moon was rising and the water glistened on their wet bodies in the light.
I settled them on the rocky outcropping. I paired Patrick and Rafael, and Stephen and Brian again.
Me alone.
They seemed fine. We needed food.
Sleep came easily tonight. They were exhausted from climbing down the cliff and the warmth of their companion's body. I took my clothing off and let it dry on the warm rocks that had been heated by the sun. Their bodies were nestled against the rocks. I stretched on a rock and stroked my hard _c_o_c_k_ in the sun.
I wanted something. What? Who? When? Why?
Night passed uneventfully.
Nothing came to the rock and when the sun woke us the boys all were fine but a bit dehydrated. I encouraged them to drink slowly from the river again.
Once again they relieved their urine publicly. This time more ashamed. I stood behind them as they unleashed torrents of warm yellow piss into the river. I put my clothing on again.
I took their clothing from them. Stephen looked ready to object.
But stayed silent.
We needed food. Ahead was another island that looked to be covered with foliage. The possibility of food loomed for me, and my stomach growled. I took their clothing and concealed their clothes and shoes under a rock where it would remain safe and walked with them to the next island.
I set Stephen and Brian to collecting some wood and instructed them to take two loads of it each back to the other island and then stay put. I took Patrick and Rafael with me, we headed deeper into the foliage and found some fruit bearing trees. I had them collect some berries and cautioned them against eating them without knowing if they were poisonous first.
We collected berries from five bushes and headed back to the rocky island on which we had slept. I laid the berries on different rocks and set Rafael and Patrick to watching if birds ate them. Since the water had been safe, I assumed that anything the birds would actually eat probably would be reasonably safe.
It just made sense.
The birds went for two of the five types of berries we had selected. I sent Patrick and Rafael back to the other island to return with the berries. I sat down with Stephen who was sulking against one of the boulders.
The sun was striking his face and skin and warming it. His body looked stunning. I wanted him.
I next to him, my back pressed against the rock. My _c_o_c_k_ stiffening in my pants, him naked.
I place and arm around his shoulders gently and pulled him against me.
"All right?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"What do you remember?"
"Nothing," he responded.
"Do you recognize me?"
"No."
"Are you willing to trust me?"
**Shrug**
"You seem scared to be here," I remarked in general.
"Aren't you," he responded.
"Yes, but right now, I want to survive which we are doing well so far."
"Yeah," he responded non-commitally.
"Look, do you have a better option than sticking with me?"
"No," he said, looking to the ground as if for answers.
Patrick and Rafael returned with food interrupting my time with Stephen.
I cautioned all of them to eat slowly and started a fire with the timber that Stephen and Brian had collected. We ate the berries timidly and drank some more water. So far so good.
Less tired and fatigued, I sensed that their resistance to my leadership and orders might grow, but for now as we sat around the fire quietly none of us remembering where we had come from, none of them certain who they were, none seeing good options.
I didn't know what was acceptable where we were from, but certain primitive urges had been dominating my thinking and would continue to do so. Pairing the boys had come naturally. It kept them separate enough that all four would not band against me and yet at the same time provided a natural confidant.
Stephen rose to go away from the fire and our circle again and I followed.
We resumed the conversation.
"I want to go home," he said.
"So do I, but I'm not sure where that is," I responded.
The sun begins to set as day two in this new world falls around us.
I see Patrick and Rafael curl up against a rock near the fire as Brian sits staring at the fire absently.
I place an arm around Stephen and walk with him to the far end of the island and standing with him we look up at the still full moon. I feel certain that this isn't home and that where we are might be far away. I can't find the words to say this to Stephen and instead pull him against me and feel his warm flesh against my body as I hold him parentally.
We walk back and Brian is still gazing into the fire, I send Stephen to sleep with Brian, both naked, both pressed, flesh against flesh. Patrick and Rafael are already deep in sleep and I do not interrupt it.
I stretch out again along the hot rock that had drenched in the sun's rays all day. My _c_o_c_k_ hardens again as I stroke it idly.
What does the future hold?
I wake in the morning and realize that Stephen is gone.
I rouse the others and Brian looks particularly chilled and disturbed. I comfort him and we all urinate together in the river. I ask them to stay put while I seek out Stephen. I spot a moving figure on the bank of the river and wade across.
I also spot one of the predator animals that had devoured others at the landfall site. Screams come from the rocky island where the others are. I move as quickly as I can in the water without making more noise.
The noise of the other three boys screaming distracted the animal from its stealthy approach towards Stephen. I came up onto the beach and pulled my knives and moved myself facing the predator in between it and Stephen.
Stephen finally stopped in his tracks as if finally hearing his brother's cries and the predator pounced.
Time stood still.
In what could not have been more than a few seconds the creature closed the 100 plus feet between it and me ready for a meal. My knives in my hands outstretched intercepted the beast, my arms longer than it's claws reached. The beast's force caused it to impale itself upon my outstretched blades. Its claws did not tear my outfit in spite of the fact that they dragged across it. I withdrew the blades quickly and stabbed the creature repeatedly till I felt certain it was dead.
Stephen approached me and I grabbed him and headed back into the water leaving the predator's carcass on the beach.
I sat Stephen on a rock apart from the other boys and told him to stay. He was terrified.
I cleaned my blades in the water careful to remove any blood from them and reinserted them in my boots. I turned my attention to the other boys and sent them to do their chores of wood and berry collection on the nearby island.
I had them ignore Stephen. They were still paralyzed with fear, and I couldn't blame them, I was terrified as well.
I let the day pass only occasionally glancing to Stephen, making him sit apart in the sun and heat without food or water as the rest of us relaxed.
As the sun set on our third day I had the other boys sit on the far side of the fire and I approached Stephen.
I pulled him off the rock like a small child. At what had to be 25, if he had ever been spanked as a little kid, that was long in the past. Now it would be the present.
I stood him in front of the others naked and exposed. I turned him around and showed his butt to the other boys. They did not know what to expect. Instinctively, I did, he needed punishment and discipline to correct his bad behavior and he had to be made an example of.
I had personally cut three switches off a ground shrub during the day for this moment.
I announced that Stephen had endangered us all and himself. Running away would not be tolerated.
I pushed him over and had him grab his ankles.
From the ground, I lifted the first switch and brought it across his buttocks.
Even in the setting sun, the mark left by the switch was clear and visible. Stephen let out a howl and released his hands from his ankle. I put a hand on his bent over back and pushed him down again. "Ankles" I barked.
Then I cracked the switch across his buttocks again, another distinct line.
Another satisfying yelp.
Patrick, Rafael and Brian sat watching in stunned silence. If they were outraged they didn't express it and I felt fairly certain that Brian was a bit turned on.
I began scolding him out loud between the cracks.
I informed all of them that we needed to stick together to stay safe and that in the future I would punish them for wandering off severely. "Stephen knew better than to go across the river," I said. "He knew how dangerous this world was and he did it anyhow."
**CRACK**
I beat the switch across his buttocks again. Stephen howled in pain again.
And Rafael seemed poised to get up and do something, but Patrick put a hand on his shoulder and seemed to quell any intervention. I had their approval for the punishments and I had their trust.
I carried out the rest of Stephen's punishment brutally and methodically. First I beat his ass senseless, each stroke of the switch producing distinct clear lines on his buttocks. The lines deepened and widened as every inch of ass flesh turned red, then welts began to rise. I moved on. He was having trouble standing and I made him separate his legs apart and remain bent over as I beat his thighs. I worked the back of each leg separately turning them red with the switch as Stephen howled in pain and cried. Welts and lines marked his entire lower backside and Stephen fell to the ground unable to stand. I beckoned to Patrick and Rafael to hold him up. They grabbed their fallen brother from the stand and held him between them and kept his legs apart as I tortured the disobedient boy's testicles.
I used the switch on that most sensitive and private part of the body with complete indifference to his howls of pain and disbelief. Rafael and Patrick kept him on his feet and his legs apart to permit the punishment to continue.
When I finished his ass, thighs, groin, _c_o_c_k_, and balls had all been reddened and welted by the switches I had prepared. He was utterly alone and in unbelievable pain.
This was pain unlike anything he had ever experienced. This was frontier justice and this was also going to be the last time Stephen tried to run away.
I left the crying brat on the same rock I left him on all day, this time sore everywhere and alone. I kissed Rafael and Patrick warmly and thanked them loudly for their assistance in this matter. They cuddled against the fire. I claimed Brian for my own that night and standing a few feet from Stephen's crying body we watched him. After I was satisfied that Stephen understood my lesson, I allowed Brian to go comfort him for a bit and when the crying stopped I took Brian to bed with me leaving Stephen in excruciating pain, alone.
I copulated with Brian that night. He gave himself to me willingly. He smooth young flesh touching mine, I knew him then. I remembered him, and my life in the world from whence we came. I entered his body, 3 times. First my tongue lubricated his hot tight, formerly hetero_s_e_x_ual ass. Next I worked my fingers inside him. His pleasant moans drowned out over the crackle of the fire and Stephen's crying pleas for the pain to stop.
As Patrick and Rafael slept locked in a warm embrace, I was taking this pretty little straight boy somewhere very new. I knew this. I had him.
My fingers worked his ass looser and looser. Finally, I felt his mind wanting my _c_o_c_k_. My throbbing 8" _c_o_c_k_ was ready and I slid my _c_o_c_k_ into his virgin ass like it was virgin pussy. My lips locked around his mouth, his legs in the air, me entering him. Taking him, claiming his virginity. Mine. Him, mine.
I worked my _c_o_c_k_ slowly and steadily so as not to hurt his tender ass. Slowly the pressure in my _c_o_c_k_ built to the point that I needed release. Inside my mind, I heard him plea for me to let it fill him. And so I impregnated his man-pussy with my cum.
He was mine.
They all were.
We fell asleep locked in an embrace, Stephen howling still, begging for help, Brian still in a daze, and me with more knowledge then ever about one of my charges.
We all awoke to the sun. Stephen was on the rock, trying vainly to avoid laying on any sore parts of his lower body. It was not very successful. I approached and took him off the rock into my arms and held him kissing him on the forehead and then just holding him for a while. He apologized profusely and swore nothing like it would happen again.
I took him over to the others and we all pissed into the river together. Our collective future in this new world awaited.