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One Night In Bangkok
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ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK
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by Mike Khan
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Andy McDonald
The sun cast an orange glow over The Grove as it set in the Great
South Bay as if consuming all of Fire Island in its flame. Nick
Morell walked along the boardwalk. The gentle autumn breeze
caressed his long, brown hair as he hurried on his way. Nick's
5'7" stature cast a shadow on the walks much greater than his
height. His defined features created a handsome picture in the
late afternoon light. He walked past the fairy tale houses with
their unique names - Helping Hand, First-on-Main, Utopia,
Ballroom, Shadows. Nick's lover had been away from the Island for
a week and he was feeling lonely. His mind wandered as if seeking
some unanswerable quest. It was then in front of Bangkok that
Nick first met Steve.
Steve Tyson was new to the Grove. He was visiting friends at
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"Home" and had decided to go for a walk. Nick became entranced by
Steve's steel-blue eyes as they approached each other. Steve was
medium height but his muscular build showed through his tight
white sweatshirt. He smiled as Nick approached.
After a brief introduction, Steve suggested that the two return
to Steve's house as it was getting colder now and he thought they
could get better acquainted. Nick hesitated. "Well," he told
Steve," I do have a lover." Steve stared into Nick's brown eyes.
Nick was totally enchanted by the handsome stranger as if some
unearthly power had overcome him. He looked down at the bulge in
Steve's tight 501 jeans and smiled. The two boys both read the
name of the house near the place where they stood. "Bangkok"!
Each smiled as if the same idea had come over them. Nick thought
for a second and then decided that they should go to his lover's
house on the beach. After all, Nick's lover, Mike, wasn't do back
until the next day. The two youths walked towards the ocean front
house as the sun slowly sank in the west.
Windjammer was a beautiful home which Nick's lover had built by
the ocean. The ranch style home had a traditional Grove look to
it. The back deck, however, contained a large California hot tub.
The wooden decks and outer walls of the house had turned grey
from the salt air. Two huge sliding glass doors opened from the
decks into a spacious living room. Inside, flanked by the glass
doors, was a brass fireplace built into the wall in such a
fashion that a visitor could watch the fire burn and the waves on
the beach simultaneously. The two youths entered through the
front door.
Steve was impressed with the quiet elegance of the room. Nick
immediately went to build a fire while Steve walked over to the
deck doors. "Hey!" Steve exclaimed," nice tub." He opened the
doors and walked out to the hot tub on the back deck. "Think we
could use it to relax a little?"
Nick smiled and turned the controls of the tub on. Soon the water
was steaming from the heat in the cool night air. The two boys
quickly undressed and sank into the warmth of the swirling
waters. The only light came from the faint glow in the west and
the dim lights built under the decks.
"MMMMMMM, this is great", Steve said. His eyes looked lovingly at
Nick's nervous expression. Without a word he moved over to Nick's
side of the wooden tub. "So, you like the place?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, but not as much as the host," Steve replied. He took him
into his arms and they kissed passionately. Steve then took a
deep breath of air and dove into the swirling waters. He moved
his mouth over Nick's seven inches of manhood and began to suck
hard until he could hold his breath no longer.
Nick did not say a word. The look of contentment on his face
revealed his inner thoughts and desires. Steve repeated his
action and went down into to the waters. He reached up with his
hands and fondled the nipples on Nick's hairless chest. Nick
moaned with delight. Steve came up for air again. Nick suggested
that the two go inside to continue their play. The two youths
left the warmth of the tub and ran into the house.
The fire Nick had built earlier created a pleasant warmth while
casting a soft glow throughout the room. The boys dried each
other while feeling the muscular contours of the other's body.
They fell onto the soft rugs to continue the passion they had
started outdoors.
Nick kissed every part of Steve's soft, muscular body. Slowly he
worked his way down and took Steve's hard cock into his mouth. As
Nick sucked on Steve's tool, Steve grabbed Nick's head and forced
him to take his cock deep into his throat. Nick began to lick
Steve's throbbing shaft. He licked his large balls and then
continued sucking his rod. Steve moved his body down to take
Nick's cock into his mouth again. Both sucked with vigour so that
the slurping echoed in the room. They each released their protein
into the other's mouth and lay back to rest before renewing their
pleasure.
Steve then noticed a set of handcuffs which were bolted into the
wall. "You into this?" he asked Nick. Nick replied by handing him
the key. Steve took Nick's arms and handcuffed him to the wall.
Nick looked hot; his muscular body gleaming in the dim light.
Nick's arms were tight over his head as his body lay on the soft,
blue carpet. The sight of this hot boy manacled to the wall made
a nervous thrill rush through Steve's body. He wanted him again -
badly! Steve took a tube of K.Y from a nearby shelf. He lubed
Nick's lovehole and worked the ointment into his body with his
fingers. First one, then another, and then a third finger he
pushed into Nick's ass. But, he wanted more and so did Nick.
Steve lubed his tool, and slowly pushed his throbbing, thick
eight inch cock into Nick. He pushed harder and harder, sucking
on Nick's erect nipples as he fucked him. Steve loved fucking
Nick. He couldn't get enough of him and pushed stronger and
deeper into his body. Nick groaned with a mixture of pain and
delight as Steve rammed his tool into Nick's body. Both boys
moved as one unit as Nick felt the strength of his young master
deep inside of him. The tight cuffs began to dig into Nick's
wrists. His face showed a slight expression of pain, but he
revelled in each thrust that Steve made into his body. His own
cock was rock hard and ready to burst at any moment. Both boys
were covered with the sweat of their passion and the room
resounded with the cries of their pleasure.
Then, without warning, the glass doors to the terrace slammed
shut with such a force that the glass shook in its base. The heat
of passion was replaced by a sudden, terrifying sensation. Both
youths stared with unexpected fear at the tall man dressed in
Black leather pants, boots and jacket who stood glaring from the
doorway. He was a handsome man even in his anger. His dark,
Italian features were complemented by the leather. His moustache
formed a perfect line over his lips and his brown eyes were
seething with rage. As the figure moved forward, Nick's heart
jumped from anxiety as he saw the face of his real master enter
the room. With anger of a man whose possessions were being
stolen, Mike smashed his mirrored glasses against the wall
causing them to shatter. He moved towards the embracing youths,
still joined as one, to seek his just vengeance.
Mike grabbed Steve by the back of his hair and yanked him off of
Nick's body. He took the handcuffs from his waist and secured
Steve's arms behind his back. Taking some tape off the shelf, he
put the wide adhesive strip over Steve's mouth and threw him
against the floor. He put on the in-ceiling room spotlights and
turned his attention towards Nick.
Nick was filled with anxiety and fear as his lover approached
him. He could see the raging anger in Mike's eyes. As Mike came
closer, Nick felt his body go into a sweat. He was about to pay
for his disloyalty.
"You ungrateful pig!" he shouted as he released Nick from the
cuffs which held him to the wall. He took a chrome chain and
secured it around the boy's neck. Nick knelt at his master's feet
afraid to move for fear of what Mike would do.
"Lick them!" he ordered as he put his boot in front of Nick's
face. Obediently, Nick licked his master's boots. Mike then took
him and tied his hands with ropes to hooks that were in the
ceiling. As the boy hung with his face against the wall, his
master took a leather strap to his body
Each crack of the strap against Nick's back made Steve fill with
fear. He wondered what his turn would bring. Yet, Steve felt a
new sensation come over him as he watched his friend submit to
the leather strap. His cock was becoming hard and he found
himself almost enjoying the spectacle.
Mike released Nick from his fetters. He laid the boy face-up on
the floor and spread his legs. Mike then removed the Leather
jacket and shirt that he was wearing. Steve saw that Mike had a
handsome figure and a hairy chest. The hair on his chest was
formed like silk. Mike then removed his pants revealing a large,
thick cock. He stood like an eagle over its prey. Nick looked up
at his master with wanting eyes as if begging to have Mike's tool
fill him.
"Beg for it," Mike ordered. Nick looked up pleading for his lover
to fill him with his love. But this would not be the reward for
treachery.
Mike went over and took a large rubber toy from a drawer. He
covered it with lubricant and knelt down between Nick's legs. He
took his fingers and worked the lubricant into Nick's hole. Then
he positioned the large toy and rammed it without mercy into the
boy. Nick tried to hold back his scream but gasped loudly.
"You don't deserve the love you received," Mike said. He shoved
the boy over to the side as if disposing of something unwanted He
then turned his attentions towards Steve.
Mike looked down at the helpless youth. "Hmmm!" he thought, "not
too bad." He pulled the hard adhesive off of Steve's mouth with
one sweep of his hand, then slapped him with his backhand. "So,"
he said, "you think nothing of stealing someone else's property."
Mike took two tit-clamps and positioned them tightly onto Steve's
erect nipples. He removed the handcuffs binding Steve's hands and
forced him to lie on his stomach on the floor. Mike rubbed his
hands over the smooth contour of Steve's firm buns. Mike slapped
Steve's beautiful ass vigorously until it took on a reddish glow.
Steve began to tear from the pain but felt a growing desire to be
Mike's slave. Mike took the lube and buttered Steve's tight hole.
Steve was growing in anticipation of what he was about to
receive. He found himself wanting this hot man to take possession
of his body. Mike slowly pushed his throbbing cock into Steve's
ass. Steve was tight and he began to moan as Mike worked himself
deeper and deeper into him. Steve's face tightened as Mike's cock
spread his tender opening. He bit his lip but inside he wanted to
satisfy the man on top of him. Mike had worked his nine inches
into Steve's body and began to fuck him with great vigour. He
moved faster and harder with each stroke almost forcing the air
out from Steve's body. Both broke into a sweat and with a sudden
jerk Mike unloaded his vengeance into Steve's lovehole.
Nick lay in the corner ignored. His body felt not physical pain
but only mental anguish at the sight of his master, his lover,
having sex with another person. Tears filled his eyes as he began
to realize that Mike might be lost to him forever.
Mike lifted Steve from the floor. He removed the tit-clamps which
by now had put deep purple marks on Steve's chest. He looked into
Steve's blue eyes and the two were suddenly deeply embraced. Mike
led Steve towards the bedroom. "Let's make love now," he
suggested. "All right," Steve softly replied with a tender smile
as he willingly followed into the bedroom.
The room had a kingsize water bed in the middle of it. Steve laid
back onto the warm, moving mattress as his new love lowered
himself onto his body. Steve wanted him more than before. He felt
his insides burning with an almost uncontrollable desire as Mike
passionately kissed him and held him close. Mike took full
control of Steve, loving him more and more with each move. He
inserted his throbbing cock again into Steve's waiting hole and
pumped him with more love with each thrust.
Nick couldn't stand the sounds coming from the bedroom. He felt
his soul cry out for his lost love. He removed the chain from his
neck and put his jeans back on. He went into the kitchen and
thought of the alternatives. If he couldn't have Mike, he
thought, then no one should. He moved with determination towards
the bedroom.
Mike and Steve moved as one person in their newfound love. Each
thrust of Mike's cock made Steve become more filled with want for
him. Neither was aware of the door to the room opening. Suddenly,
Steve screamed as the blade of Nick's raised knife reflected the
outside moon and thrust forward towards the lovers' bed.
The blade lunged forward towards the water bed. Mike and Steve
moved out of its path. Nick's body hit the bed with a great force
causing the knife to burst the bed like a gigantic water balloon.
The three sank in one tangled mass into the mattress as it ripped
open sending streams of water everywhere.
Mike quickly recovered himself and grabbed Nick by the back of
his neck throwing him against the door. Steve ran into the
bathroom to get towels. Mike picked Nick up again and dragged the
struggling boy into the living room. He attached his wrists to
the cuffs that were still suspended from the ceiling beam. Mike
took two larger bright metal clamps and fastened them onto Nicks
nipples. He turned the fastened screws tight until Nick was about
to scream from the pain.
"What the fuck were you trying to do!" Mike screamed, spitting on
the manacled youth. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never
forget!"
Mike pulled a whip from the wall, raised it as if to strike, then
stopped suddenly. "Hmmm," he was thinking, "no, you'll enjoy it
too much. I have a much better idea."
He then retreated to the next room where Steve had dried himself
and was cleaning some of the mess. Mike picked up a towel and
dried the remainder of the water from his body while he made an
urgent call to a friend.
"Come with me," he ordered at Steve.
Steve just stared into the air. Mike's patience had been pushed
to the limit. He took a collar and chain from behind the bedroom
door, attached it to Steve's neck, and pulled the still naked boy
into the next room. Mike sat Steve on the floor nearby Nick and
proceeded to put on his leather pants.
At this moment the glass doors opened. A tall, ominous figure
entered the room. Slowly he walked into full light. He was a
tall, handsome, black man. He appeared to be very muscular and
stood about 6'2". His face had high cheekbones, deep-set brown
eyes. His sculptured nose was framed by a sleek moustache. He was
dressed in black leather shorts and boots, had leather wrist
bands, and wore a leather and chain half-harness. This hot man
breathed sex from every part of his body.
"Paul," Mike addressed him. "Thanks for coming by."
"Always willing to oblige a friend," he replied in a sensuous
tone. "So, you're Nick," he said placing the edge of the riding
crop he was holding in his right hand close to Nick's cheek.
Without notice he smashed the crop across Nick's body with such
vigour that Steve shuddered even where he was sitting.
"Well now, let's see, my friend, what it will take to teach you
to behave."
Paul picked up the leather whip that was lying on the table. He
raised his muscular arm and struck hard against the boys tender,
white back. One! Two! Nick's body jerked with each strike as a
sharp sensation passed through him. Three! Four! Nick pulled
harder on the cuffs causing them to tighten even more onto his
wrists. Five! Six! Paul's beautiful frame began to break into a
slight sweat as he administered the punishment to his victim.
Seven! Eight! Steve looked on like a spectator at a circus, his
mouth wide, his eyes sparkling with a strange delight as if he
wished he could change places with Nick. Nine! Ten! Mike's
leather pants began to show a bulge as he watched this powerful
man subduing the boy.
Nick's body was tense from the pain, yet his cock stood hard like
a rock. Paul released his slave from the cuffs and laid him
across the top of a wooden table in the centre of the room. The
hard surface against his tender back caused Nick to feel the
product of the whip. Paul took a tube of lube into his hands.
Obediently, Nick spread his legs apart. Paul spread generous
amounts of lube into Nick's hole. He also lubed a large, rubber
device. The rubber toy resembled a cock but was much longer and
very thick. Mike tied Nick's hands together under the table and
then held Nick's legs back over his head as Paul took careful aim
with the toy. Slowly, he began to force it into Nick's ass. Nick
winced as his muscles stretched as the large device was pushed
deeper into him. Paul pushed harder and harder, hammering the
bottom of the toy to force it into his slave boy. Nick's body was
sweating as he tried to show no sign of the torment he was
feeling. Each push into the boy caused him to moan louder and
louder. When his moans reached fever pitch, he pulled out the toy
which emerged with a loud, popping sound.
Nick's cock still was hard. Paul pushed the boy onto the floor.
He removed his leather shorts, revealing his own large, thick,
black tool. He lifted Nick's legs over his head and pushed his
own cock into Nick's well-worked hole. Paul then removed his cock
and forced the boy to turn over on his knees. He bent him forward
and proceeded to fuck him again, this time dog style. He rammed
his projectile unmercifully into the boy. Deeper and harder with
each stroke until he shot his load into Nick's ass. Nick loved
the feel of his black master inside of him and shot his own load
as he received that of his new owner.
The sight of these two deeply engaged in hot sex caused Mike's
own cock to stand rock hard. He removed his clothes and grabbed
Steve by his slave collar. He forced him to bend over the table
where Nick had been tortured. Steve obeyed, and spread his legs
wide apart. Mike pushed his cock deep inside of Steve's lovehole,
working it hard inside of him, causing Steve to bang into the
table with each thrust. Steve wanted Mike more and more. The
mixture of love and pain excited him with such intensity that he
shot his load onto the table and Mike released his juices into
Steve. The two fell onto the floor together feeling a great
relief.
Mike looked at his handsome friend, Paul. "Thanks," he said.
"Pleasure was mine," Paul grinned as he dressed. He looked down
at Nick who was resting on the floor. "You don't mind if I take
him with me?" Paul asked Mike. Mike smiled and replied, "Enjoy".
Paul gave Nick his clothes. He attached a collar to Nick's neck
Nick followed as his new master led him out the door.
Meanwhile, Steve had been putting the room into some order. He
came across a strange looking card on the shelf. It was decorated
in oriental styles. Mike saw him reading it. He smiled. "Since
you're here you might as well go with me tomorrow," he said to
Steve.
"Where?" Steve questioned.
"To the largest party this Island will see for a long time to
come. Tomorrow night, in the Pines. It's a Siamese theme party
called 'One Night in Bangkok' and I can promise it will be an
event that is not to be missed."
Steve smiled as Mike took him into his arms and wondered what it
could all mean.
That last Saturday in September was most unusual. The temperature
had reached record breaking highs for the day, and on that night
the moon was bright and full against a black, starry sky. It
appeared as if the summer had not yet rested but was indeed still
present to enhance this night in particular
Mike and Steve had started at about midnight to cross the wooded
park which separates Cherry Grove from the Pines. Mike stood tall
this evening in the finest imported black leather pants which
wrapped tightly around is body. His paper-thin leather shirt was
opened to his waist, revealing his hairy chest. He carried his
jacket over his shoulder. The hat crowning his head looked to be
from a German submarine commander.
Steve wore his tight jeans, lumberjack shirt, and jean style
jacket. He wondered as they walked the moonlit paths, passing an
occasional couple engaged in some pre-party activities, what this
grand party could be like. Why had Mike insisted that they must
go?
As they walked along Pines Boulevard they could see the bright
glow of the lights coming from their destination. They turned on
the boardwalk and proceeded towards a large house built on the
edge of the Great South Bay. The lights grew brighter and Steve
could distinguish a line of uniquely dressed guests waiting to be
permitted to enter the party. Mike guided Steve past this line
and walked directly to the man dressed in a Siamese guard's
uniform. Before the guard spoke, the host called out from inside,
directing the guard to allow them to enter.
"Hey man, glad you could make it," the host said kissing Mike on
his cheek. "So, this is the lad you told me about on the phone,"
he said giving Steve a close scrutiny. "Not bad. Maybe you
wouldn't mind sharing the wealth." The host smiled lecherously at
Steve.
"Max, you'll never change," Mike replied laughing at his host.
Max was an older man, dressed in an elaborate costume as the King
of Siam. In a way he was a king and his home, "Paradise", was one
of the finest on all of Fire Island. It was built on three acres
of wooded land that boarded on the Great South Bay. The house
itself was two large towers joined by a large mid-section made
entirely of glass. Each tower had stairs leading down towards a
large pool yard. The pool, however, was covered by a large wooded
platform. Already people were dancing on the platform and on the
tops of both towers.
Max had the decorators for the party make the house look Siamese
in every respect. There were statues of Buddha and Thai houseboys
in every section. He would faithfully prove to live up to his
Bangkok theme in many respects.
Surrounding the house was a large woods. They were dimly lit, but
were alive with people. As one would walk along the paths there
were small way-stations where crisco or other lubes and
necessities were strategically placed.
Back inside the house there were bars set up to serve the
hundreds of invited guests and last minute arrivals who came to
the house. Many of the favourite bartenders from the City's
famous clubs were on hand to help with the festivities.
Max had sent out over 2500 invitations to people on the Island
and in the City. Everyone who was anyone was coming. In terms of
Fire Island society the gathering glittered. Drags in every array
of costume covered the house. Men in leather and jeans danced,
ripping off their shirts as they worked their hot bodies to the
beat of the music in the unusually warm night air.
Mike and Steve joined the crowd which was gathering near the
platform. The dancers had dispersed as Max came on stage to
announce the first event for the evening. When Max stepped off
stage a young Siamese boy started to dance, stripping off his
costume to the beat of the music. He had a handsome, muscular
well-tanned smooth body which glistened under the night lights.
The crowd was mumbling about his beauty, each wishing he could be
the first to open up this young, virgin boy's hole. Suddenly,
four large musclemen in tight leather jeans jumped onto the
stage. They grabbed the boy and striped off the last piece of his
clothing. One of the men grabbed a table from the side and they
threw the young boy facedown on top of it. His soft, well-rounded
buns were positioned by two of the musclemen. A third held him
down and the fourth prepared him for his performance. The crowd
cheered as the man pulled off his leather jeans revealing his
large, pulsating cock. He positioned himself and slowly forced
his cock into the youth. The boy cried out as the man rammed his
power tool into his ass. Harder and faster he worked the boy's
tendered ass. The crowd cheered and applauded when they knew that
he had released his load into the lad.
The second man now prepared to mount the youth. He first grabbed
a paddle from a member of the crowd and smacked the young boy
across his firm buttocks. The crowd cheered with each smack, like
the audiences of ancient Rome watching the games at the coliseum.
Bang! The muscleman hit with such force that the paddle broke.
The boy squealed as the muscleman came up from behind him and
rammed his cock into the boy to seek relief. The third man stood
in front of the boy's face and forced his cock down his throat.
The boy was sweating as he worked this third man's tool while his
tight hole was stretched by the second man who fucked him
mercilessly. But the crowd wasn't satisfied. They demanded more
of a spectacle. By now the fourth man's cock was rock hard. He
had pulled of his pants and stood rubbing his cock faster and
stronger with his hand as he watched the Siamese boy sucking one
hot man while being fucked by a second hot stud. He stood near
the first violator and together they jerked themselves off,
shooting their loads onto the boy's body while the others
released their cum into his mouth and ass. The crowd applauded as
the show came to a close and went to gather drinks and danced
before the next event.
Mike and Steve had begun to wander away from the crowd towards
the paths into the woods where many of the guests had already
wandered. The spectacle had aroused both of them. Their own cocks
were ready to burst from their clothes and they were seeking hot
action of their own.
The woods were filled with men on the prowl, each seeking his own
form of satisfaction that evening. The bright moon overhead cast
an eerie, bright light throughout. As Mike and Steve walked down
the narrow, twisted paths, they could hear the sounds of men
engaged in what men like to do best. Occasionally the smack of
leather straps against raw flesh would break the air. This would
inevitably be followed by mixed groans of pain and ecstasy.
The handsome pair walked farther from the festivities of the main
house. As they neared the bay, they could see the forms of
hundreds of men dancing on the roofs and platforms of the great
house. The sound of the pulsating music beat hard like the heart
of a man in heat. While they walked, Mike began to feel a strange
apprehension. He turned to check on Steve who was directly behind
him. He stopped in his tracks and began to kiss Steve
passionately under the night lights.
They became deeply entranced with each other. Mike started to
remove Steve's jeans when suddenly three men appeared from
nowhere. They were large and powerful in appearance, but were not
like the other guests at the party. One was brandishing a chain
and smashed Steve over the head, knocking him out cold. The other
put a cloth over Mike's mouth. All Mike could feel was that his
body was growing numb and reality was beginning to blur away into
an unfamiliar sleep.
Steve's head hurt him as he awoke in a darkened room. He had
little idea of where he was. From the sound of water hitting
against the wooden room surrounding him, he thought he might be
in the hold of a ship. His hands were tied tightly with wet ropes
behind his back, and his ankles were secured to each other. He
worked his way over towards a front wall that had a crack in it
which permitted a sliver of light to enter the small chamber.
Steve peered through the opening to see if he could distinguish
what was happening.
Through the opening Steve saw a handsome blond boy in his teens.
He was lying face up on a bed. He had long hair, blue eyes, and a
finely formed muscular body. An older man entered the room. Steve
couldn't make out his features that well, but he was older and
laid down on top of the boy. Steve watched as the man forced his
cock into the boy's soft ass. The boy resisted the older man's
advances. He was struck several times hard across the face.
Finally, he submitted. The man fucked him hard while sucking on
his nipples which were firm and erect. Steve's own cock was ready
for action, but he couldn't even jerk himself off since his hands
were firmly tied. Steve could hear the older man cum. The young
boy sighed with a relief as the older man left. Steve watched the
boy, becoming more desirous of having him. While he dreamed,
another man came down from the floor above and repeated the acts
of the earlier man on the helpless lad. Steve tried to free
himself from his ropes but was helpless to do anything. He sat
wondering what was to be his fate.
His anticipation mounted as the door to the room was flung open.
A man with a greyish-black beard grabbed Steve and threw him into
the lit room. The blond boy was no longer lying on the bed. Steve
could tell now that he was on a boat. The faint sound of music
could be heard in the distance, so he realized he was close by
the shore of the Island.
"Hey Jake! " a voice shouted from above, "what's going on down
there?"
"Not much," he shouted back, "just checkin' out the merchandise."
Jake ripped Steve's shirt from his body. He started to suck on
Steve's nipple, biting hard, making deep purple marks in the
skin. He took a knife from his belt and cut the ropes from around
Steve's ankles. Steve started to kick his captor. Jake rammed his
fist into Steve's stomach, knocking him breathless onto the bed.
Before Steve could recover, Jake had cut the ropes around his
wrists and replaced them with handcuffs attached to the bed. Jake
pulled Steve's jeans off of him. The youth resisted, but his
resistance was met with Jake's hand hard across his face. Jake
pulled Steve's legs up and tied a cord from both of his ankles to
the base of Steve's balls. He pulled Steve's legs down to the
bed, pulling down hard on Steve's cock and balls, and chained
them to the end of the bed. While he was preparing his prey,
another man walked down the stairs.
"He's got a lot of fight in him, Ed ," he said to the man who had
entered the cabin. I sure we can break him of that, " Ed replied
removing his shirt. Ed was in his late forties, had a large frame
and a tattoo on his shoulder. He had a hard face with a small
scar. He looked at the chained boy, hitting Steve's cock until it
was red and hard. Ed pulled of his jeans. He cut the cord from
around the boys cock and ankles. Ed spread Steve's legs and
positioned himself near Steve's cock. Ed forced his ass down over
Steve's face while he sucked hard on Steve's cock. Jake grabbed
Steve's head and forced him to eat out Ed's ass. Ed stopped
sucking Steve's beautiful cock He sent Jake up-deck. Jake
returned with the blond boy that Steve had admired earlier.
"You like him? " Ed direct at Steve pulling hard on the blond
boy's hair. Ed forced his head between Steve's legs and made the
boy lick Steve's hungry hole. The boy's tongue massaged the
opening of Steve's hole, causing Steve's cock to grow hard again.
The boy pushed his tongue into Steve' ass making Steve to start
to groan. Jake played with Steve's nipples and forced Steve to
kiss him passionately. Ed tied the young boy against the post so
he could watch as the two older men enjoyed Steve's body. Ed
rammed his cock into Steve, pumping hard and fast with such force
that Steve cried out from the pain. Ed released his load,
allowing Jake to take his turn on the boy. When Jake had released
his load into Steve, he took a razor and shaved off the helpless
young man's pubic hairs.
"See, I knew we could break him, " Ed said to Jake as the two
went above deck, leaving Steve chained to the bed.
Steve lay there humiliated that this young boy would watch him
being so badly abused. His fear returned as he heard the motor of
the boat charge up, and the vessel began to move. The blond boy
looked at Steve and spoke.
"We belong to them now, " he said as tears filled his eyes. Steve
was silent as the sounds of the motors roared louder He thought
of Mike and what was happening with him. Had Mike given him up
for lost? He couldn't sleep, he could only just think.....
Jon was happily walking along in the woods nearby "Paradise". The
night was still young and he was hoping for some more action. He
pulled the collar on his silk shirt, rubbing his hands through
his brown hair. He lost his footing as he walked. "Damn, " he
thought, "what was that?" He looked down and screamed with such
vigour that he was heard throughout the woods People rushed to
his aid from every direction to find him standing, pointing his
figure at a mass of black leather on the ground. One man, dressed
as a cowboy, bent down and turned over the seemingly lifeless
body of the man in black leather.
"Miiike!" Jon gasped as he gazed at the leather man's face. The
limp body of the man in leather was carried back to the main
house. Max had located a doctor who examined his injured friend
who had been placed in his bedroom. The party outside continued
as the host thought it best to try to keep the majority of the
partiers from learning what had happened. Word of the incident,
however, had already spread throughout the party and drug
overdose was the generally accepted reason for the accident. This
was not the case, as Max knew that Mike didn't use drugs.
However, he thought it best to keep the truth from the crowd to
avoid any panic.
Meanwhile, the local fire department had been summoned to bring
one of their emergency carts. Mike's limp body was carried out
and placed on the electric cart while the doctor assisted the
patient. The cart was driven down the boardwalks to the beach
where the police helicopter was waiting to take the victim to the
hospital on the mainland. Max and the doctor rode in the
helicopter along with Mike. The dim morning light cast an eerie
greyish-blue glow over the Island as the police chopper lifted
off and headed towards Brookhaven.
Steve was awakened from his light sleep by the distant sound of a
helicopter. The dim morning light crept through the small window
at the top of a wall. He could tell that he was in a basement.
His hands and feet were both bound. He was laying on a small
bunk. In the light Steve could make out several other bunks with
guys on them. He couldn't distinguish their features from the
darkness. He tried to crawl deeper under the blankets that
covered his naked body to try to protect himself from the
dampness but the ropes hindered his body's movements.
Occasionally, a cough would break the silence of the basement
prison. Steve lay there and continued to wonder what was to
happen to him. He drifted off into a deep sleep as his mind
wandered in tormenting dreams.
Two men came into the basement and grabbed Steve, awakening him
abruptly from his sleep. The bright light from the next room was
intense and blinded him for an instant. As his eyes focused, he
recognized the tatooed man, Ed, who had raped him on the boat.
Several other men were in the room. Ed untied the ropes from
around Steve's legs, leaving him standing naked with the men
staring at him. One of the men walked up and started to look at
Steve as if he were inspecting him. The man had a rough face with
a scar on his cheek. He began to feel Steve's muscles and tightly
squeezed his nipples. He grabbed him by his balls. He squeezed
and twisted them until Steve screamed and fell over from the
pain. He then turned as Steve laid in pain on the floor.
"Clean him up," the man ordered.
Several men, acting on the man's demand, picked up the groaning
boy and carried him off into another room.
Mike laid back in his hospital bed as the sun came in through the
windows. He didn't really know what had happened to him. The last
thing he remembered, he was walking in the woods at the party.
Why wouldn't the doctors let him leave the hospital and why was
he here in the first place? He felt fine. "We want to keep you a
few more days for observation," the doctors had told him. This
didn't make any sense to him. And what had happened to Steve?
Mike couldn't understand why he wasn't there with him if nothing
was wrong. None of this seemed to be logical. Mike sighed and sat
back staring out the window.
A young orderly came into the room to check on Mike. He was
handsome, young, and thin with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He
started to chat with Mike. Their eyes seem to speak a language
all their own.
"Would you like a massage? " he asked Mike.
"Sure, Brad," Mike responded reading the orderly's name from his
name tag.
Brad closed the door to the room. He removed the top of Mike's
hospital gown. He took ointment and began to rub it into Mike's
shoulders. Slowly, he worked his hands down Mike's chest and
fondled his cock and balls. Mike's cock quickly grew rock hard.
Brad began to lick the head of Mike's cock with his tongue,
teasing it to make the patient even harder and hornier. Mike
pushed his rod into Brad's mouth as he worked the shaft with a
faster pace. Brad removed his clothes, revealing his ripened rod.
He continued to suck on Mike's pulsating organ while Mike began
to massage his cock. Mike took some of the ointment and worked
his finger slowly around Brad's tight asshole. Mike pushed his
finger into Brad's hole working it more, relaxing the tight pull.
Brad stopped sucking on Mike's cock. He looked wide-eyed at
Mike's hairy chest. He started to suck on the erect nipples. Mike
moved Brad onto the bed and positioned himself over the orderly.
They kissed passionately, their lips hard pressed and their
tongues rapidly stroking. Mike lifted Brad's legs over his head.
He started to push his cock into Brad's moist hole. Brad
resisted.
"No, please, I can't," he moaned.
Mike kissed him again and continued to massage his hole. He
started to rub Brad's cock and pushed his cock again between
Brad's tight ass muscles. He slowly rotated his tool working it
deeper and deeper into the moaning orderly. Brad relaxed and took
the rock hard organ into his body. Mike dorked the hole faster
and harder. He rammed into Brad's aching hole with force, banging
the bed against the wall. They kissed passionately as Mike
continued to push his root into Brad's soft body.
Brad could only think of pleasing the man on top of him. He
wanted Mike's cock more, harder, and deeper. His ass muscle was
sore as the large cock forced its way through his opening. It
didn't matter though, as Brad's body shook with the sensation of
this man on top of him. He wanted to cum, but he held back as
best he could, hoping to prolong his pleasure.
"Cum in me!" he begged as Mike worked him. "Cum! Cum!" he groaned
louder as Mike reached the point of climax.
"I'm gonna cum!" Brad shouted as he released his load onto Mike's
chest.
Mike continued to ram with more force than before. Brad couldn't
take much more. Suddenly, Mike emptied his load into the boy's
waiting hole. He continued to ram his pulsating cock into the boy
until he filled his ass with his cum. He pulled his cock from the
boy's hole and rested next to him. The two laid quietly for a few
moments on the small bed. Brad got up, dressed, and washed the
cum off of Mike's chest.
"I have to finish my rounds," he said to Mike with a large grin.
"I'll be back later though in case you need anything."
Mike smiled as Brad walked out of the room. He laid back and
began to wonder again about the situation. There was nothing he
could do now, however, until the doctor would come in the morning
and release him. Everything would have to wait until then.
Mike stood on the terrace of his Fifth Avenue apartment when the
doorman buzzed that there was a police officer who was waiting to
see him. He wondered what the cause of the unexpected visit of
New York's finest would be all about. As he considered the
options, there was a knock at the front door. When he opened the
door, a handsome, blond haired officer stood at the door.
"Excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. Conti," he said, "I'm Officer
Robert Mann of the New York Police Department. I need to speak to
you about a Steven Tyson. May I come in, please."
Mike smiled and escorted the officer into the living room. The
officer was about Mike's height, in his late twenties with a
nicely defined frame. He explained that he was on his way home,
but that since he was working in conjunction with a Suffolk
County Police investigation and this was on his way, he would
save himself some time tomorrow and try to see Mike now. It seems
that during a raid on a house in Brookhaven they had discovered
Steve's wallet. Among it's contents was Mike's address, so it was
decided that they should check into it.
"You see," the officer explained," they were investigating a ring
which is connected to a group operating overseas which
specializes in a type of white slavery. Young boys and men, of
ages varying from 12-22, are taken prisoner. They are then
drugged and forced to service the needs of men, usually wealthy
men, who pay to have them enslaved. Recently, German police broke
up one of these rings in Berlin. They had been hiding youths in a
deserted military building, and were to ship them out of Germany
disguised as a soccer team. There plans were ruined when some of
the leaders were caught. They were traced to this group which has
been linked to the disappearance of youths on Long Island and
Fire Island this summer."
Mike responded that he could be of little help. He didn't even
have a picture of Steven to show the officer. However, he would
gladly do what he could to help find Steve. He felt a little
responsible since Steve was living in the Grove at his
invitation. From what he knew of Steve, there really was no
family. He had met Steve at the Gayety Burlesque.
After a few more questions the young cop got up and left. But
what he had said continued to worry Mike. He decided to do
something so called Rob and they agreed to fly to Germany and try
to find a trail to the kidnappers. Arriving in Berlin they got a
room in a hotel and soon were out into the well-known gay area of
the city. There was a young boy who could have been no more than
fourteen standing in the corner by the money exchange. He looked
cute despite his rather dirty appearance. Mike spoke to him in
fluent German. The boy told him that a friend of his had vanished
only the week before and there was not a trace of him anywhere.
He was last seen in the company of a John he had picked up for
the night leaving a leather bar called Tom's. Mike gave the boy
100 marks for his information. He and Rob decided that they
should follow this new lead.
Tom's Bar stood on a corner off of the main avenue. It was
already crowded with men in all types of clothing from boots and
jeans to full leather. Many of the clients were French, British,
and American servicemen who were stationed at the various bases
throughout the city. Mike was idly chatting with the bartender
when he notice a huge grin on Rob's face. He was naked except for
a pair of black boots. They decided to follow him as he went
towards the back of the bar. As they neared the dance room, the
man went down a short fight of stairs and disappeared into what
seemed like a dark, underground cavern.
Mike and Rob entered into the darkness. As they felt their way
along the corridor they came upon a room with dim reddish-white
light. Here were men engaged in a large varieties of activities.
Mike decided that he only wanted to be a spectator of the scene
that was about to occur.
A man who in this light appeared to be in his twenties was being
stripped by two older men. After they pulled off his clothes, one
of the men held his arms while the other began to whip the youth
with a strap. The small group avidly watched the boy who was
being whipped. The boy didn't resist, but one could see his body
quiver with each strike. Another man prepared a sling. The boy
was placed into the harness with his legs spread wide open. One
of his tormentors removed his own pants revealing a large,
throbbing cock. He stood before the boy and rammed his projectile
into his ass. The boy screamed from the sudden entry, but the man
pushed only harder and harder until he came.
Mike and Rob decided to leave at this point in the show. They
went back to the main barroom. In a corner near the front a lone
teen sat on the benches. He was drunk or stoned or both. He had
dark hair and very white skin. Mike noticed something very
familiar about the denim jacket that he was wearing. He tried to
speak to the boy, but the teen made little sense. The teen said
that his name was Yuri. Mike continued to talk with him but could
not keep his mind off of the jacket. The more Mike looked at the
jacket, he felt even surer about his feeling. Then as the boy
turned his neck, Mike noticed on the collar of the coat the
initials "S T" written with an ink pen. Mike questioned the boy
as to where he got the coat. Yuri told Mike and Rob that it was
given to him by a man that he had "worked for". He told them also
that there were several boys staying in the house, many of them
foreign. However, they had left the city several days earlier.
Mike tried to determine if the teen was telling the truth. Yuri
swore, of course, that it was. He said that the man had wanted
him to go with them, that he would have a great time and make
lots of money; but, Yuri had told him that he didn't really want
to go to Bangkok.
Mike looked at Rob with a feeling of dread. Was this boy telling
the truth? If so, then they had no choice but to go to Bangkok.
They left Yuri and his world in the bar and headed back towards
the hotel. During the next few days, they searched for more clues
in Berlin, but all the leads pointed towards Bangkok. Mike made
up his mind. There seemed only this one choice. Mike hoped deep
inside of himself that this would be the solution. The search now
turned towards the East and Bangkok. The two men prepared
themselves to meet the challenges they were about to encounter.
The Lufthansa plane was like a giant bird with its wings reaching
up to worship the sky as it slowly descended into Bangkok's
international airport. Mike and Rob were tired from their journey
and went to their hotel to rest. After their rest, they went
sight seeing around the city. Bangkok, oriental city, situated on
the banks of the Chao Phraya River, offered spectacular sites to
see. Numerous canals cross the city and it is filled with
beautiful temples. Among its greatest treasures is the jasper
image of Buddha, reputedly more than 600 years old. And, in
addition, there are the boys hundreds of beautiful, dark skinned
youths-anxious to lend their hospitality to a stranger.
Mike and Rob listened to the hustle going on in the streets. They
were hoping it would lead them to Mike's attackers and Steve's
abductors, if they were even in this city. They explored the
areas of the city trying to gain a clue. Mike came upon a street
merchant selling gold items. He was an old man with a long white
beard. Mike looked at several rings. One of them looked as if to
be a series of bands twisted together. The old man told him it
was a magic puzzle ring. Mike, thinking how comic this was,
smiled at the old man; but, he bought the ring none-the-less.
The men returned to their hotel room to relax before exploring
the rest of the city. Mike looked at Rob's smooth skin as the two
undressed. He removed his own clothes and forced him onto the
bed. They kissed hot and passionately. Mike took the KY from the
night stand and lubed Rob's excited hole. They embraced again as
Mike forced his hard cock into him. He fucked him with vigour,
ramming his meat into Rob's ass with more force on every stroke.
Mike gasped as he shot his load into his lover's ass. But, Mike
was still horny, and Rob had not cum yet. Mike got up off the bed
and got leather straps from his bag. He returned to the bed and
secured Rob's arms over his head. He ordered Rob to lift his legs
back. Rob obeyed. Mike took his leather belt, doubled it over,
and whipped Rob's ass until it was red, then he got his cock rock
hard and plunged it into his willing friend. He rammed like a
stallion and with a fierce grunt, spunked hard into his willing
friend.
They finished their rest and went to shower. The two men dressed
and decided to go out to see what else they could discover. They
left the hotel and returned to the market area.
The two men didn't realize that they were being followed by man
in a black leather jacket. (He was one of the men who had been on
the boat the night Steve was kidnapped.) Rob became aware that he
was behind them and pointed him out to Mike. They wondered who he
was and what he wanted. His features revealed him to be an
American. They evaded him by making some fast turns. The man
walked past them without realizing it. He surveyed the market
area. Confused, he turned and walked away. Mike and Rob decided
to pursue him. Perhaps, they thought,he would lead them to Steve
The man continued down several paths and headed towards an old
building near the banks of the river. Mike and Rob stayed close
behind him, trying not to be seen. The man climbed the steps of
the old structure. He stopped for a second as if startled by some
sound He looked behind him, pulled up his collar, and lit a
cigarette. He continued to look about. The twilight made it a bit
more difficult to see. The two lovers went unnoticed in the
shadows of the falling night as the man went through the double
wooden doors into the structure.
Quietly, Mike and Rob approached the side of the building. Here
was an unguarded entrance which was locked. Rob looked through
his pockets for a tool. He found a Swiss Army knife. In the dim
light Rob cautiously picked the lock. Slowly, they opened the
door and entered the old structure.
The hallway inside was very dark. The men followed it very slowly
as it seemed to descend. As they neared what appeared to be the
end, they could distinguish a light coming through a door that
was slightly ajar. They approached the door. Rob peered through
the opening. The palm of his hands were sweating as he slowly,
very slowly, pushed the door open. It started to creak on its
hinges. Rob stopped for a second. He then pushed again until the
door was opened wide enough for the to crawl through.
They found themselves in the back of a large room. Towards the
front there was the man whom they had followed talking to a
rather fat, well-dressed man. It was obvious that the two of them
were arguing. The heavy man then walked into the next room with
his henchman not far behind. Mike and Rob worked their way to the
other side of the room. They saw a window which they were able to
look through and see what was going on in the next room.
Inside, the two men were observing as a young boy was being
stripped of his clothes. The boy was very handsome, about 18 or
19 in appearance, with dark skin and eyes and jet black hair. As
the three thugs, who were restraining him, ripped off his
clothes, one could distinguish the muscular shape of this youth.
One of the captors tied the boys wrists to straps which were
hanging from the ceiling. As the fat man and the man with the
leather jacket watched, the strongest of the three men took a
whip and beat the boy. He jerked in the ropes with each slap of
the leather straps against his smooth back. When they had
finished, the boy was taken and laid down on a wooden table. His
arms were tied back over his head while his legs were positioned
spread eagle and secured in place.
The three men then each removed their own clothes. Each man had a
well defined figure, dark hair, and a large, hard cock. They
looked down at their victim. One of the men took a device that
resembled one used for taking blood pressure. He wrapped it
around the boy's balls. He then started to pump a small black
bulb at the end of a tube. As the device filled with air, it
slowly squeezed the young man's balls until he cried out from the
pain. At that point, another of the men greased up a large,
rubber device which resembled a cock in shape. He repositioned
and tied the boy's legs back. The man then forced the device into
the boy's ass. It was large and must have hurt him but the boy
tried to hod his pain. But, his cock was rock hard. The man took
his fist and hammered relentlessly at the base of the rubber
device. As it was pushed deeper into his ass, the boy couldn't
hold back his screams. Yet, the man didn't stop until it was
pushed completely to the base of his ass. The boy started to
shout loud.
Mike and Rob became aroused at the sight of this handsome man
being enslaved by the three men. While the events were still
going on they gathered up a mass of old paper and packing which
they piled up in one of the outer rooms; it was hard to light but
eventually the flames took hold and soon a large fire was raging
and threatened the whole building. The men rushed out and fled
from the area and Mike and Rob grabbed the boy who lead them to a
room from which they freed the other boys and they all rushed
outside.
Mike learned from the boys that Steve was dead. He had been
beaten by the man in the leather jacket several day before. His
body was probably somewhere inside the burning structure.
After the legal formalities were settled at the Bangkok police
station, Mike decided they should go to the hotel and rest so
they could leave the next day. Early the next morning they
boarded United flight 800 which was soon heading towards home.
Mike was quiet on most of the flight to Tokyo. As the plane
continued onwards towards New York, he spoke with Rob about all
that had happened. He blamed himself for Steve's death. Rob tried
to console him. As they spoke, they could sense that something
was going wrong with the aircraft. The engines were pulsating
irregularly. The pilot announced over the loudspeaker that they
were experiencing engine difficulty and that they would hopefully
make it to Hawaii. Suddenly, the plane seemed to drop, then went
up again, then began to plunge downward towards the Pacific
Ocean. Mike could hear screams coming from the rear of the plane
as it went faster towards the water. He grabbed Rob and closed
his eyes as the plane was about to hit the water.
Mike's screams filled the room. He was sweating from every part
of his body. He looked about him as the dim morning light
filtered into the bedroom from the deck doors. He nervously moved
about, guarding each step, as a man who is in a familiar yet
unknown place. He looked out the glass door and saw the gray sky
meeting the long, white beach. The waves were crashing against
the shore in preparation for the coming storm. He opened the door
and took a deep breath of the salty morning air. He closed the
door and looked towards the bed where Rob was just getting up
from his sleep.
"Hey, " he said, "what's wrong with you? You look like you've
seen a ghost or something."
Mike, looking bewildered, related to Rob what he figured must
have been a peculiar dream. But it was so real, he explained as
he finished the story over breakfast. Rob just looked at him and
grinned. He attributed the whole thing to something Mike had
eaten. Then he stared at Mike's hand.
"I thought you didn't own any gold jewelry, "he said looking at
him.
"I don't", Mike replied questioningly. "Why?"
"Where did that come from then?" he asked pointing at Mike's
hand.
Mike looked down at his hand. There was a gold ring with twists
in it on his finger.
"I've no idea," he replied gazing at the ring as if in deep
thought.
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