Sockluver

The Resort

Chapters 13-17

Chapter 13

After the two teens finished degrading themselves in front of Mr. White, they fell into a deep, after sex sleep. After a few hours of allowed rest they were waken up by Michael and Bobby. They were told to get into the shower and clean themselves up. The two boys could not look at each other at first; each lost in their own thoughts about what their forced confessions of being gay had meant. As they relaxed in the hot water though, each started to steal glances at each other as the memories of the rapture they had felt returned to them. They did not have time to act on their impulses though as the water was shut off and they were ordered to dry themselves then stand with their backs to the wall with their hands behind their heads.

Bobby came at the Danny with his shaving kit. "This is the last time I will do this for you, after today, you will have to do this yourself once a week. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Danny replied. As Bobby started to apply the warm shaving cream to his crotch, Danny could feel his nipples harden. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, but it was no use as his dick started to harden as well from the sensation. When he felt the blade run across his pubic bone, he got weak in the knees and started leaking precum. When Bobby saw this, he grabbed one of Danny's balls and squeezed hard! Danny's eyes opened wide and he yelped out in pain.

"We are not here for fun right now! We need to get you ready to go to work!" Bobby said as he quickly finished cutting away, what little red stubble that was there.

"Sorry sir," said Danny, his dick now soft and bald again. "Go to work sir?"

"Yes, the master has decided it is time to let you move into the main slave dormitory and start servicing clients." Said the trustee as he started to shave Luke. "We have to get you ready to take your catalog pictures. You guys are going be popular, I can tell." Michael tossed a towel to Danny so he could dry his bald prick off. He had a he made sure not to watch Luke getting his nubs shaved so he wouldn't get hard again.

When Bobby finished, and Luke had dried himself off, Michael handed them each of the teens a box. "We are going to take a bunch of pictures of you two wearing different stuff, so when the guests bring you up on the computer catalog, they get a good idea of what you look like. Put the clothes on top on first, then we will go out to the studio with the boxes to take the pictures. Hurry up!"

Luke reached into the box and pulled out the first item. His eyes got big when he realized what he was holding. He was staring at a pair of bright white dance tights! They couldn't be serious! These were 'girl' clothes! One look at the smirking trustees though, and he knew they were indeed serious. Not wanting to stay in the training room anymore than he had to, he resigned himself to more humiliation and started to put on the outfit. He put his left leg into the stretchy nylon garment and pulled it up. He had to lean against the wall as he pulled the ultra tight garment up his right leg. He finished by hopping up and down to get his feet all the way into them, finishing up with the waistband just under his belly button. With a leer on his face Bobby tossed him the next item he was to put on, a black, long sleeve leotard. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Luke had to stare at a bit to figure out how to put it on. It felt very weird, with the tight material clinging to him like a second skin. Danny had to zip up the back for him, and a pair of black, dancing slippers completed the ensemble. I must look like a total dork, he thought to himself. The leotard left nothing to the imagination as is hugged his teen body tightly, showing off every detail, especially his package and his pert little nipples. He grabbed his box and headed to the studio, feeling the material riding up his butt, wondering how girls could wear this stuff all the time.

Danny could not hide his excitement, as he was still naked, when he zipped up the back of Luke's leotard. God he must hate this, he thought to himself, but he looks so hot in this thing! His ever-ready teen cock was rising to the occasion, as his shaking hands finished the job. I wonder how I will look in these? He didn't want to have to wear the 'girl clothes,' but at the same time, something about it appealed to him, and that frightened him. He went to his box and found a set of black tights waiting for him. He did not hesitate in putting his own tights on praying his hardness would go away, for he knew it would bring unwanted attention on him. It was no use though, as the feeling of the tight material on his crotch only increased his arousal. He pulled a bright red leotard onto himself, knowing he must look as dorky, but just as alluring, as Luke did. Michael zipped up his back, then placed his hand over Danny's nylon covered crotch, squeezed his dick and whispered in his ear. "Don't you dare stain these with that leaking pipe of yours, or you will regret it. Understand?" Danny mumbled his acknowledgment, then grabbed the box and ran to catch up with Luke, trying to think of anything that would make his prong take a rest!

Luke was standing at attention, his eyes nervously darting around, when Danny entered the studio room, which was now set up with digital cameras, bright lights and several backdrops. Bobby took the boxes from them and placed them in the corner. Michael, who apparently was to be the photographer for the session, started adjusting the cameras. When Luke caught sight of Danny, he had feelings he didn't know how to deal with. His partner look just as silly as he did, but he saw his friend's hard dick, the one that was in his ass earlier, clearly outlined by the skintight leotard. Here they were, humiliated and forced to wear these ridiculous outfits to be photographed in, and there he was with a chubby! He just didn't understand. Luke felt somehow more exposed now, even though he was more covered than he had been since he got here, than if he was nude.

"Lets get started with the conventional shots first." Announced Michael, from behind a camera. "You first Luke, stand against the white backdrop with your hands at your side."

Luke complied with Michael instructions. He followed with side shots, back shots, close ups of his face, crotch, and butt, and in several other poses. Michael did the same with Danny ensuring he got plenty of shots of the tamed teens from all angles. The whole time through the process Danny's dick was still hard. He couldn't help it. He just hoped it wouldn't start to leak precum. He knew he was in for it though, when Bobby suggested to Michael that they take some 'duo shots' of he and Luke together!

"Great Idea, Bobby," said Michael, "that will generate more interest in the little fags. Luke, get down on your knees, and Danny you walk up behind him and put your hands on his shoulders."

"Yes sir," Danny replied as Luke got down on his knees in front of the camera. He still burned at the thought that he was queer, but his hard teen tool told no lies.

Luke could feel Danny's leotard covered crotch brush up against the back of his neck at the same time he felt Danny grab his shoulders. He was ashamed that it thrilled him, and he broke out in goose bumps. Michael started taking more photos, as Bobby directed them in different poses. Both of the new slaves were now sporting huge boners in their tights, as they were told to grab and hold each other in different ways. It was embarrassing them tremendously and Luke in particular, felt so obscene with his package on display like that as the trustee clicked away.

"Now Blondie, put your face up to Reds dick" Bobby instructed.

"Y-yes sir," Luke responded, noting the look of fear in Danny's eyes at this command. He got on his knees and put his face up to Danny's bulge, so that he was staring right at his bright red covered package, able to see every detail of his friends hard dick and balls through the tight stretchy material.

Danny was starting to shake. He could feel Luke's hot breath on his crotch, and he was battling between the lust that he felt, and the fear of being punished for messing up his tights.

"Go on Red, put your hands on his head" squeaked Bobby, "but you better not cum fagboy, or you are in for it! Blondie, run your hands up and down his legs."

"This is great," exclaimed Michael, as he was clicking away. "The guests will love it!" He focused in on Danny's nervous face. The redhead was really sweating now; Luke's hands caressing his legs were setting him on fire! He was biting his lower lip, trying to keep control of himself, when he heard Bobby tell Luke to lick his groin!

Luke knew his friend was close to cumming, when Bobby told him to lick Danny's crotch. He got mad because he knew they were going to make Danny cum on purpose just to humiliate and punish him. He got madder at himself though, because he was more afraid for himself then his friend. He looked up into Danny's eyes, which seemed to be pleading with him not to do anything more, and looked down quickly. Tears swelled in his eyes as he stuck his tongue out and ran it from the base of Danny's ballsack, up his ridge. He felt the grip on his head tighten, and heard Danny inhale sharply.

'God please no!' thought Danny to himself when he felt the Luke's velvet tongue on his penis through the tights. He curled his toes inside the ballet slippers and gripped Luke's head like a vice. By the second lick however, he knew it was no use! With a great cry he started pumping load after load of hot teen fuck sauce into his leotard and tights! Tears were flowing down his face as he grabbed Luke's head and pulled it tightly into his crotch and humped his face through the clothes. Bobby quickly pulled Luke away.

"You were told not to cum, and look at you! You've ruined those clothes, and delayed the photo session! Maybe you need to stay down here longer!" Michael screamed at him.

The sobbing boy responded, "Please sir, it was an accident. I couldn't help it."

(Mocking him) "I couldn't help it," Michael said sarcastically. "Well we're going to help you now faggot! Bobby lock him to the floor while we finish with Luke here, then we will decide what to do about mister leaky faucet over here."

Danny allowed himself to be led to a special spot on the floor, where he was made to sit. His hands were cuffed behind him and to a bolt in the floor. Bobby attached cuffs with cables attached to his ankles, and cranked on a winch until his legs were spread tightly in a V. He was left like that, still dressed in the now sticky leotard, with a huge stain from his belly button on down, to watch them finish taking pictures of Luke.

Luke felt terrible about his part it getting Danny in trouble. He didn't have time to dwell though, as he was told to change clothes for the next round of pictures. He was put through the poses again and again wearing everything from different types of underwear, to various short pants suits, to a very short roman style tunic. He felt so humiliated! Finally it was time for the last shot.

"Okay, Luke, not bad," said Michael, now get naked for the last few shots. By this time, what would have seemed an outrageous request seemed normal to him, and he stripped off the tunic and stood completely exposed before the Trustee. He tried not to look at the camera as Michael clicked away. "Okay, now get your cock good and hard for the last picture."

Luke could feel his cheeks flush with shame! "Sir, I don't think I can."

"Sure you can Blondie, just look over at your lover there, and think of your cock in his mouth," Michael said.

Much to his further shame, at the mention of that, his cock started to rise. He looked over at his restrained friend, and thought of the night before, when he was tied up and Danny was fucking him. Without even thinking, he started to rub his now enlarging member.

"See, I knew you could," said Mike, brushing Luke's hand away and taking a close up of Luke's bald stiffie. "Your going to make a great slaveboy Luke, they will be drooling all over for you by tonight!"

Luke didn't know to say. The thought of being a plaything to a bunch of men terrified him, yet at the same time, he really wanted to touch his dick right now! Michael solved his problem for him. "Go over and have you slut friend there take care of your dick for you. You can't go upstairs with a boner in your shorts!"

When Luke looked more confused, Bobby yelled at him, "He means go to the slut and make him suck you off, shithead!"

"Yes sir," Luke replied and walked over to where his bound and stretched friend sat. His hard cock bounced off his stomach as he approached and then stood between Danny's taught legs. "Danny I'm so sorry," he whispered as he grabbed his dick and aimed it at Danny's luscious cokcsuking lips.

Danny looked up at Luke through red puffy eyes and was about to say something when Michael pushed his head forward at Luke's pole. "Now you suck him real good fagboy. He knows how to follow directions, and you are his reward."

Without a word, Danny wrapped his lips around Luke's throbbing member and started to run his tongue over the piss slit. He tasted the immediate response from Luke as a steady flow of precum started oozing from his fuck tool. Despite himself, and his misery, Danny was really getting into sucking Luke's sweet tasting dick. He started running his tongue all over the bottom of Luke's dong, paying attention to run it up and down his ridge. Luke was moaning loudly now, and grabbed Danny's head and really started to fuck his face. The sight of the nude teen, feeding his missile to the cumsoaked leotard-wearing redhead, was a hot enough scene to cause both trustees to sprout hardons in their uniform shorts.

Bobby was really getting off watching Luke's buttcheeks clinch together when he bottomed his cock out in Danny's throat. He knew he was going to have to get off soon himself, and so was Michael by the look of the front of his pants. This gave the junior trustee an idea. He knelt down to one of Danny's feet and untied his slipper. He couldn't resist running a finger up the soul of Danny's nylon covered foot, causing the lad to curl his toes and almost bight down and Luke's slimy stick. Bobby quickly went over to the other restrained foot and undid the remaining slipper. Handing one to Michael, he quickly undid his fly and stuffed his dick into the supple footwear and started jacking himself into it, while watching the hot scene unfold in front of him. Michael caught on to the idea and started doing the same, undoing his olive drab shorts and pulling his straining dick out. He knew he wouldn't last long, especially when Bobby leaned over and licked one of Luke's titties, causing the blonde to shudder.

Luke wasn't paying attention to anything but the pleasure he felt running up and down his spine, originating in his wet groin. Forgotten were the humiliation, the fear, and the disgust at his own behavior and that of everyone else here. All he knew now was the unreal sensation of the eager warm mouth that was encased around his pulsating rod, engulfing his budding manhood to the hilt. When he felt another tongue graze over his left nipple, he almost choked Danny with his cock. He was in sensory overload, and started to whimper with delight. When he felt Bobby's tongue start to fuck his ear canal, it was too much! He sucked his breath in sharply, then squealed loudly as his cock started squirting hot Luke juice out in huge white gobs! He felt Bobby pull him out of Danny's mouth and aim his dick like a fire hose, so that his jizz shot all over Danny's face and chest. He made sure to milk every last drop of cum out of him, leaving Danny covered in scum, adding to the already huge stain on his leotard.

Danny sat dejected, feeling like a piece of meat, sticky from the cum all over the outside and inside of his clothes as he watched the two trustees have Luke finish them off by kneeling in between them and jerk them simultaneously into his black ballet shoes. Luke still seemed to be on an after sex high, as he slid the slippers up and down the boy's dicks. It didn't take long for him to finish them off. Bobby came first, shooting his load into the shoe and squealing with delight! When his load had been deposited into the footwear, he took it from Luke, who could now concentrate solely on Michael. When Luke place his hand on the inside of the well-tanned thigh of the older trustee, he screamed out. "Shit, here it comes, aaagghhhh!!!!" The older boy almost filled the slipper with his hot milk. When he finished, he handed the slipper to Luke and told him to put both of them back on Danny!

"Yes sir," answered Luke dutifully. He took the gooey slipper from Michael and knelt down to Danny's left foot. He looked up at his friends cum smeared face and met his eyes, trying to convey to him that this wasn't his fault! Danny wasn't looking back at him though. He seemed lost in his own thoughts and barely reacted when Luke placed the slipper over his foot. When Luke tied it on, Mike's goo oozed out over the sides, and the same happened when he took the one Bobby had shot into and repeated the process.

"There we go, he's all set now," said Michael cheerfully. "Luke get yourself cleaned up and dressed. You're going to your new home now. Bobby take Red here to Mr. White's room. He and Dalton are going to see to his extra training personally!"

When Danny heard this he started to ball! Another session with Mr. White and that bully Dalton! Why couldn't he control his cock? No matter what they did to him, he got excited, and kept getting into trouble for it. What he didn't know of course is that is what made him all the more desirable to White. All of the events of the day had been carefully pre-planned, he was never meant to go to the dorm with Luke. White didn't know exactly what he would do with the supercharged sexy redhead yet, but he would think about it tonight, along with what to do with Dalton. Danny of course was oblivious to this as he was uncuffed from the floor and helped to his feet. He could barely stand, as his legs were sore from being stretched.

Luke looked in the mirror and blushed. He looked like a little boy he thought to himself as he tucked his shirt into the too short shorts of his uniform. He checked to make sure his gray kneesocks were pulled up then put his blazer on. He reported to Michael just in time to see Danny being led on a dog leash out the door by Bobby. He was still in his red leotard and black tights. Only now they had two huge stains at his groin and on his chest, and his feet were making squishing noises from all the jizz in his shoes. Luke wanted to cry out to him but new better. He felt fear for his friend, and was afraid for himself as well. His knees were knocking together as he waited to be led to the main resort for the first time.

As he followed Michael around, he couldn't believe what he saw! Dozens of teenage boys in various outfits were all around, attending to older men, by the pool, tennis courts, or in the lush gardens. He was still trying to grasp what he saw as he was led into a new building, the slaveboy dorm. He was at his new home. When he got inside he saw ten or so boys lined up at the foot of their beds, while Brian (one of the trustees) inspected their lockers and beds.

"Oh, the new kids here," Brian said when he looked up. "That will be your bed Luke," pointing to an empty spot in between two of the boys standing at attention. "These guys will show you the proper way to set it up. Unlike THIS one!" He said indicating an open locker behind a now terrified boy named Tony. "This is the second time your shirts are stored out of order Tony. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Sir, I was fixing them when I had to go to a guest room, then I 3;."

"Shut up Tony, you know that working is no excuse for sloppiness. You know the punishment as well, assume the position." Said Brian.

"Yes sir," Tony snapped automatically and removed his shorts and underwear. He walked to the foot of his bed, spread his legs, leaned over and grabbed the metal footboard.

"Pay attention Luke, and learn to set your locker up correctly" Said Brian as he took a cane offered by another of the slaves.

Luke winced with each of the five cane strokes that flew across Tony's offered butt. The offending slave was screaming and crying uncontrollably by the time the fifth stroke cut diagonally across the first four, leaving five welts on his butt. When Brian was done he casually handed the cane back to the slave that gave it to him and said, "Carry on slaves" as he walked out the door. Tony jumped immediately on his bed and buried his face in his pillow, not wanting to cry in front of his friends.

Luke walked to his new bed, not sure what to do next when the boy at the bed next to his offered his hand. "Welcome to the Resort," he said.

Chapter 14

"If you don't do it right and keep it that way, you will be punished as you saw with Tony," Nicholas said, indicating the sullen, just caned boy on the bed across from them. "It's not that hard, but if the trustees want to fuck with you, they will find something anyway." Nicholas went on to explain when he was supposed to wear which set of clothes. Every slave was on a rotating schedule, between rest, maintenance detail (which was anything from gardening to KP to housekeeping for the guest suites.) and of course, 'guest comfort.' Heaped into this schedule were also meal times, punishment sessions, PE and two hours of academics a day. Slaveboys on the resort were not allowed to waste time. "Your schedule is already made up Luke," Nicholas continued, "Your nights are booked for the next week, but first you and I are on maid detail today, so lets get changed into our housekeeping uniforms and I will show you how things work around here."

"Um, Okay, thanks Nicholas, but I have to go to the bathroom first," Luke said. He had not had a normal movement since he had been here and he was starting to feel the need.

"Sure, it's through that door. Go ahead and I will get your uniform ready for you" Nicholas said.

"Thanks" Luke started to almost feel human again as he walked to the bathroom. The feeling was short lived however, as when he went through the door he was in for yet another shock. The bathroom was not your average dormitory facility. There were showers and sinks of course, but no toilets. Instead there were four 'bomb site' type porcelain fixtures in the floor, that required the boys to take off their pants and squat over the hole to do their business. That in itself was bad enough in Luke's mind, but the fact that there were no stalls or doors anywhere, just a pole with hooks to hang the users trousers on, was even worse! Could they not at least go to the bathroom in private he thought to himself. Then Luke noticed that the opposite wall of the bathroom was made of clear plexi-glass. Outside there were several men seated on chairs arranged to watch the boys go through with their hygiene! The bathroom lounge, as it was called, was a very popular attraction for guests that got off on that sort of thing. Since Luke was the only one at the moment in the bathroom he was the center of attention. Oh my God! I can't go to the bathroom in front of everyone, he was thinking. But he had to go even worse now!

Nicholas poked his head in the doorway, "Come on Luke, hurry up, if we are late we will be punished and you still have to get dressed."

"But there are men watching me!" he protested. "How am I supposed to do anything."

"Shit, get used to it buddy. That's what they come here for, and why we were brought here. Now hurry up and take a dump and get back out here," Nicholas admonished.

As Luke slowly walked toward the nearest fixture, he noticed the men leaning forward in their chairs and pointing at him and talking to each other. He couldn't hear what they were saying as the wall was quite soundproof, but he could imagine. His cheeks were burning red as he slowly took of his shorts and underwear. He hung them up on the peg next to the bombsight and figured out what he had to do. There were places on the floor where his feet were clearly intended to go so he turned his back to the leering men and squatted down over the porcelain, at the same time pulling up his shirt tail so it wouldn't get in the way. The men outside were treated to the view of the boy, in his shoes and gray kneesocks straining to do his business. Luke tried to shut out all of the embarrassment and concentrate on the task at hand. After a few minutes of him straining he was able to empty his bowels. When he stood up to wipe himself he saw the men clapping and toasting each other. Luke looked away, finished wiping as quickly as he could, then flushed the disgusting pile down the drain with a foot switch, put his shorts back on, and got out of their just as two other boys were entering the bathroom.

"Don't worry kid," the taller of the two said. "After a while you won't even notice them."

"Thanks." Luke muttered. He doubted that seriously, but didn't want to offend anyone that might be a friend. He headed back to his bed and saw Nicholas waiting for him in his housekeeping outfit. Nicholas was about 5'7" [1.70 m], weighed about 125 [57 kg], and had black hair and brown eyes. His skin was a very light brown as if he might have a trace of Hispanic in him. He was 15. The very good-looking boy was not what Luke was looking at though. It was the 'housekeeping' uniform that he was wearing. "You have got to be kidding?" Luke said, although he knew it was no joke. In keeping with the nautical theme of the island resort, when the boys were working they wore various outfits to let the guests know that they were working and not available for company. When they were cleaning guestrooms, or working room service they wore a sailor suit. It consisted of a dark blue (almost black) long sleeve pullover jumper with white trim and the navy style neckerchief that went with it. Dark blue shorts with the button style flap at the front came next and black thin nylon kneesocks with red stripes at the top of them to go with the black lace up leather shoes. A white sailor hat (Royal Navy style) with a big red puffy ball on the top completed the ensemble. Luke groaned and started to take off his other uniform.

"Make sure you wear white briefs and a white t shirt underneath. Every time you change clothes here, you have to change your underwear. Put all your dirty clothes in the bag at the end of your bed and the laundry detail will collect them at the end of each day. Now hurry up or we will be late," Nicholas instructed.

"Okay, thank you Nicholas, you're only the second nice guy I have met here so far." Luke finished putting on the uniform, pulling up his black socks so that they were even and tying his shoes.

"Call me Nick, and don't sweat it. We are all in the same boat here. Except for the punishment and some of the guests, I like it here. Now put your hat on and let's go."

Luke could not understand how anyone could like this hell on earth, but he didn't say anymore on the subject as his new friend led him out and to the housekeeping office where four more boys and a trustee were waiting for them. "It's about time you got here Nicholas, I see you have the newbie with you. You guys grab a cart and take north wing first floor," the trustee, a brown haired 17 year old, said.

"Yes sir," Nicholas answered. "Come on Luke lets get to work, the sooner we get done the more of a break we will have before dinner, than you have your first room visit at seven tonight."

Luke followed the other boys lead silently. He did not want to think about having to go to a strange man's room and do God knows what with him. They were pushing a standard hotel type maid's cart down a hall where they came to the first suite. All the rooms were suites on the island, as all the clientele were extremely wealthy. A week trip to this resort was not a cheap affair, so Mr. White saw to it that his guests were very well taken care of in every aspect. When they got to the first door, there was a do not disturb sign on the door. Nicholas explained that they would have to come back to that one later. Luke could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from behind the door and wondered what it would be like for him later.

They got to the next door and Nicholas knocked and said "Housekeeping." When no one answered he used the master key and opened the door. When they went in the smell of sex filled Luke's nostrils. He looked around and saw a large comfortable suite with a living room and bedroom with a small kitchenette. "Start by cleaning the toilet and bathtub, and I will vacuum, then we will both tackle changing the bed linen," Nicholas said.

"OK Nick," Luke answered. He headed into the bathroom with a bucket and brush. The bathroom was huge with a sunken tub and a separate shower that could hold four people easily. There was a well-stocked shelf with various lubes, oils and soaps, as well as all the other things you would find in an upscale hotel bathroom. It had apparently been well used too, as the tub was filthy and there were towels scattered all over the floor. With a sigh, Luke started to clean them up. When he picked up one towel, a huge flesh colored Dildo dropped out of it and landed on the floor. It was covered with shit and blood and Luke almost vomited when he saw it. He left it on the floor as he continued to clean up the room. There were cum stains all over the side of the tub he noticed and it smelled like piss as well. He wondered what had gone on in here. When he had finished cleaning the room he wrapped some toilet paper around the dildo and went out to the bedroom where Nicholas was stripping down the bed (a king size four poster type).

When Nicholas looked up and saw Luke holding the wrapped dildo, he rolled his eyes. "Put that with the rest of the toys, we have to wash them all after we change the linen." He indicated a lit cabinet displaying a whole variety of sexual toys. Luke's eyes got big when he saw the variety of items, ranging from dildos and butt plugs all the way to clamps, cuffs and other torture items.

'They are always like this their first few weeks,' thought Nicholas. "Come on now and help me change the sheets, they really went at it in here last night." Luke noticed the sheets were covered in sweat and come stains. Together they quickly changed the sheets and made the bed. Nicholas then showed Luke how they had to inspect then wash any of the toys that were used. Luke was revolted as he washed off the remnants of some other boy's ass of several of the plugs and dildo. When they were done, they left a card with their names on the bed in case there were any complaints about the room, and moved the cart down the hall to the next suite.

When they knocked this time, they heard voices behind the door, then the door partway. Luke did a double take when he saw who's head peeked out door, for it was Timmy, the former trustee who had made his life hell when he had arrived earlier that week. Timmy shouted back to the other occupant of the room that that the maids were here, and he was told to let them in. When Timmy opened the door all the way to let them in Luke was really shocked when he saw how Timmy was dressed.

While he wasn't wearing the wig at the moment, the guest had still wanted a 'girlie-boy'. Timmy was wearing thigh high white nylons, held up by a frilly garter belt, with little high-heeled shoes on. He wore no underwear at the moment and Luke noticed a buttplug stuck in him at the moment. He also had little tassels hanging from his nipple rings and girls type earrings on. An obviously humiliated Timmy wouldn't make eye contact with either Luke or Nicholas; he just backed up and let them pass. A man entered the living room from the bedroom wearing just a silk bathrobe.

"Morning lads, we will wait out here while you make the bed and clean the bathroom," he said. He was a very trim good-looking man in his later thirties, Luke figured, with a dusting of hair over his arms and legs and a full head of brown hair. He sat down on the couch and opened up his robe revealing a flaccid 6-inch [15 cm]cut dick. "Bitch get over here and get my cock ready for your pussy," he said to Timmy. Timmy's face burned with humiliation but he did as he was told. He walked over to the man, kneeled between his stretched out legs and started to suck on his dick. "Ah, nothing like a sissy cock sucking pussy boy right lads?" He said looking at the to sailor suite clad maid boys.

"Yes sir," Nicholas replied, obviously enjoying the former trustees current status. "We will clean your room now sir," and he led an almost hypnotized Luke into the bedroom.

Luke, to his dismay had started to get hard when he saw how Timmy was dressed. He was excited at the thought of him getting debased and humiliated. He had never seen a guy dressed like that before, and the feeling in his groin told him he liked it. He was still pondering why when Nicholas snapped him out of it and led him into the bedroom to clean up. This man was a lot neater than the last and they had the room straitened out in no time. The only toy missing from the shelf was lodged in Timmy's butt at the moment. When they went back into the living room they saw Timmy choking now, on a fully erect 8 incher [20 cm].

The man looked up and pushed Timmy off his tool. "Finished already? Wonderful, if you would be so kind to clean off his plug though, I think his pussy is ready for a real dick now. Bend over and let the nice maid get the plug out your pussy honey."

"Yes sir," a thoroughly humiliated Timmy replied. He bent over and offered up his butt to the two maids, still wondering how he had gone from the top of the food chain of slaves to the bottom so quickly.

"As you wish sir, Luke go take it out of her pussy," a grinning Nicholas said, enjoying this immensely.

"Ah, OK," a sheepish Luke replied. His dick now really straining in his tight sailor shorts as he walked over to the sissy boys offered ass. He tried to pull it out with one hand but it was in to tight. He had to place his thighs around Timmy's legs for leverage and the feel of the nylons on Luke's bare thighs sent shivers up his spine. With one hand on the plug and another on Timmy's little sissy butt, he was able to pull the instrument out with a popping sound and a squeal from Timmy. Luke almost fell over backward.

"Thank you lad," the man said. "If you would be so kind to wash it and return it to the shelf for me while I give the little slut here what she wants."

"Yes sir," Luke said. And moved to the kitchenette sink to complete his task.

Timmy stood up and started to walk to the bedroom.

"Where do you think your going sissy girl," the man said angrily. "These two fine young men just made the bed, and we are not going to waste that effort. Now get over here and sit on my cock bitch."

Timmy looked more embarrassed then ever. He didn't want to be fucked in front of the newbie, but he knew he wasn't in a position to argue. He walked over to the sitting man, who easily lifted Timmy up and placed him over his huge dick. With one motion Timmy was instantly impaled on the eight-inch [20 cm] steel hard dick, causing him to scream out in pain and surprise.

"Oh yeah, my girl has a nice tight pussy," the man hissed. He reached around and started to play with the tassels hanging off Timmy's nipples. "Doesn't my cock feel good in your pussy sissy? Tell me how good my dick feels inside your pussy."

Luke, who should have been washing the dildo, was just staring at the sex show going on before him. Unconsciously he put one hand on his crotch, while he watched Timmy's tits getting stretched while he was impaled on the mans tool. Nicholas had to slap his hand away from his groin, reminding him that slaves were not allowed to play with themselves unless under supervision. He started at his task, while still keeping an eye on Timmy's humiliation.

"Say it sissy boy, tell me how good your pussy feels," the man said giving a sharp tug to Timmy's right nipple ring.

"AGH! M-m-my pussy feels g-good sir." Timmy whimpered.

"Start riding my cock sissy boy, bounce your girl butt for me."

Timmy complied and started grinding up and down on the mans lap. It was a huge cock and sitting like this he could feel every inch of it inside him. Despite his embarrassment, his hairless cock was pointing straight out. Lust took over from pain and humiliation and he started riding the cock with vigor as he reached down to stroke his dick."

"That's it you little whore, you should have been a girl with a tight pussy like this," the man said, getting hotter and hotter. He liked having the audience of Luke and Nick. "Tell these guys what a sissy bitch you are, while you stroke your little clit."

Timmy, who now wanted to get off, still didn't like this whole 'girl' thing, but was reminded who was boss by another twist to his hypersensitive pierced nipples. "I'm a sissy bitch sir," he squealed.

SLAP! To his butt, "Say it louder, and like you mean it cunt."

"I'm a SISSY! I love your dick in my tight pussy!" He blurted out, his hands moving faster on his dick, while he bounced up and down.

Suddenly the man pulled Timmy down hard on his lap, thrusting up off the couch and letting out a loud grunt. Apparently he really like that kind of dirty talk, because the next thing Timmy knew he could feel his ass filling up with white-hot jizz. The man hugged Timmy, almost suffocating him and grunted loudly. "YESSSS, what a hot sissy boy you are," he screamed as he continued to spasm into Timmy's pussy. When he let go of Timmy he started jacking off immediately while he was still on top of the now softening dick. The man immediately slapped his hands away. "What the hell do you think you're doing slut. Girls don't cum, they are good for nothing but shooting man seed into. Go get me the handcuffs boy," he said to Nicholas.

Nicholas obeyed immediately, putting up the freshly washed butt plug at the same time. While both he and Luke would have loved to stay, they had six more rooms to go before a break. So the last thing they saw as they exited the room was a handcuffed Timmy, still in his stockings and garters, but with cum and shit streaming out of his butt, cleaning off his guest's dick with his mouth. They both had tight shorts as they continued on with their tasks.

The remaining rooms were all empty, so they were able to clean them quickly and get back to the housekeeping office without further incidents. Luke was still partly hard just thinking about the earlier scene though. This place was turning into a pervert he thought to himself. When they turned their cart in, the trustee told them to stand at attention for inspection.

As he and Nicholas stood side by side one another, Luke could feel the trustee's eyes all over him. He was relieved when he didn't say anything and moved on to Nicholas. His heart sank though when the trustee spoke to Nicholas.

"Why does the newbie have a stiffie and pecker tracks on his shorts? You two been screwing around?" You know the rules Nicholas," the trustee barked.

"Sir we didn't do anything, he got turned on by some of the action in one of the rooms, I had to slap his hand away and remind him sir." The minute he said that, Nicholas felt horrible. In trying to save himself he just ratted on Luke.

The trustee was not impressed however. "Bullshit, I bet you were feeling him up, I know how much you like other boys. But since I have no proof, how do I know which one of you deserves punishment. Hmm."

Luke stood trembling. He was afraid of getting punished but he didn't want to get Nicholas in trouble, even though the other slave had just sold him out. He understood all to well why someone would try to avoid punishment.

"I guess we will have to have a contest here," the trustee said. "The loser has punishment detail tomorrow afternoon. Both of you take all of your clothes off except your shoes and socks and stand facing each other. NOW!"

The two now scared teenagers complied, and stood facing each other, naked but for their black kneesocks and shoes. Luke saw Nicholas was uncut, just like Danny, and that alone caused his cock to stir, for the sight of the loose foreskin turned him on for some reason that he did not know. For his part, Nicholas seeing the little blonde cutie if front of him naked for the first time started to get excited as well.

"Very well," the trustee said. "You are each to spit into your hands and start jacking off. The first one of you who cums, gets out of being punished. Start now."

While Luke thought it was gross to spit in his hand, he did as he was told. It felt slimy when he started to jack his teen boy boner. The sight of Nicholas going to town across from him though was enough for his dick to strain and grow larger in his loving hand. The trustee was now unzipping his own shorts, bringing his dick out while he enjoyed the show of the two near naked slaveboys going at them selves with all their hearts, each not wanting to be punished.

Luke having the head start of being half hard already, was getting weak in the knees, he was close. He was squatting lower and breathing harder, when he noticed Nicholas' little brown nipples pointing out. This was very erotic to him, and his dick was now leaking precum at an incredible rate. Both boys were now sweating in the small office. Nicholas' dick was getting raw and starting to hurt. He leaned over and spit a big wad of saliva down into his palm but it was too late. The minute Luke saw the boy coat his dick with more Nick spit, his toes curled in his black leather shoes and he fired an arc of cum three feet [90 cm] across the room actually hitting Nick with it. Four spasms later, Luke collapsed onto his knees, feeling wonderful for himself, and sad for Nicholas at the same time. He felt like it was his fault for this whole scene to begin with.

The trustee enjoyed the show immensely though. He stood up with hard prong sticking out of his shorts and said, "the newbie wins, but now I need to get off. Hands on the wall Nicholas."

The crestfallen slave turned toward the wall and put his hands on it. He next felt the trustee's penis rubbing itself into his sweaty ass crack. "Reach around and guide me in loser," he breathed into his ear.

Luke just stayed on the floor in his after orgasm come down, and watched as the trustee started to hammer himself into Nicholas. The fucking went on for only about a minute when the trustee grunted, pulled his slimy dick out and came all over the floor, adding to the mess that Luke had already made. The trustee grabbed a towel from a shelf and cleaned off his dick before putting it back into his uniform shorts. "You guys are lucky I'm in a good mood, I'm going to let you mop up this mess instead of licking it up. Do that first, then get dressed and get the fuck out of here. Don't forget Nicholas, you are on the punishment roster for tomorrow afternoon." With that the trustee left the office.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," Nicholas replied to the trustees back. "Bastard," he whispered turning to Luke. "I told you they just find ways to fuck with you. Let's get this mopped up."

"Nick I'm so sorry," Luke began.

"Don't worry, that fucker just doesn't like me that's all. He doesn't know you well enough yet. Hurry up, you should rest before your first job tonight."

Luke didn't want to think of that. They mopped up and got dressed again and headed back to the dormitory. On the way there they passed Michael, the trustee who had been fucking with Luke and Danny since they got here.

"Hold up you two," he barked.

Both boys stopped at his command. Michael came over to Luke and looked at him closely. He was staring at his legs Luke noticed and when he looked down he knew he had fucked up. One of his uniform socks was twisted all up and about an inch [2½ cm] lower than the other one.

"We give you such nice clothes and you don't have enough respect to wear them properly. You should know better than that even though you are new her Blondie, and you should be helping the new guy out Nicholas. Both of you are on the punishment roster for tomorrow afternoon," said Michael.

"Sir, I'm already on the roster," Nicholas said, fearing what would now happen.

"That is too bad, in that case you are on it for the next three days, maybe that will make you think about your behavior. Fix your fucking socks up right and get out of here."

"Yes sir," both boys replied in unison.

"Why didn't you fucking get dressed right asshole?" Nick said angrily to Luke. "Fuck, three days," he was trying hard not to cry in front of the newbie.

Luke didn't know what to say as they silently made their way to their beds. He was frightened. Frightened about his first job tonight, about what had happened to Danny, about what was going to happen to him at punishment tomorrow, and he felt horrible about getting Nick put on three days of punishment, possibly costing his friendship. He collapsed onto his bed still dressed and cried himself to sleep.

Chapter 15

Food was the last thing on Luke's mind however. Although he felt better after his nap, his stomach was still full of butterflies at the thought of going to a room with a man. Then he suddenly remembered the punishment and getting Nicholas in trouble and looked guiltily at the other boy. "Nick, I am so sorry 3;."

"Hey forget it Luke, I kind of forgot what it was like to be new around here. It's my fault; I should have looked out for you better. Another three days of punishment won't kill me, and it won't be the last either. You'll do all right around here, now get up and changed for your job and lets go eat." With that Nicholas kissed a surprised Luke on the cheek and slapped his butt and walked away.

Luke was dumfounded. He was happy that Nick had forgiven him, but he was surprised when the beautiful brown boy had kissed him. He was even more surprised that it made him feel so good. He took off his sailor suit and underwear and placed them in the dirty laundry bag. He wanted to shower but decided he didn't want to go into the shower with all those men watching him, so he just put on clean underwear and a fresh uniform and joined Nicholas on the way to the slave-boy dining hall.

It was Luke's first real meal since arriving and once inside the dining hall, the smell of the food made him forget his nervousness. He followed Nick through a serving line where three slaves dressed in sailor suits like Luke was wearing earlier, except these were white, with blue trim, and they had on white knee socks and white leather shoes, were serving the food onto trays that the slaves slid along the rail. Once seated with Nick, he attacked his food with zeal. The boys were actually fed quite well, as White wanted to keep them in good health so he could make more money off of them. As Luke ate, he looked around the room, taking in the sight of 30 or so teenagers, all dressed in some sort of formal short pants suits, eating quietly under the watchful eyes of four trustees. He was about to ask Nick where he thought Danny might be and what they might be doing to him when he heard a loud crash! Luke turned to the noise and saw a boy sprawled out on the floor amidst the all the food that had been on his tray. All the boys in the room started to laugh as the boy struggled to his feet; his uniform now covered with spaghetti sauce. Kent was a five-foot two [1.57 m], fourteen-year-old blonde haired boy of about 128 pounds [58 kg], with very clear blue eyes and thick lashes. He had a medium tan that could not hide his red cheeks at the moment.

"Shut up all of you!" barked one of the trustees. His name was Otto, he was from South Africa and he was big and mean. Silence quickly came to the dining hall, as he walked over to a now trembling Kent. "What the fuck is your problem Kenthington, can't walk and carry your food at the same time? Or do you enjoy wasting Mr. White's food and ruining his clothes?"

Now trembling with fear, Kent tried to answer. He spoke in an Australian accent, "Sir, I am sorry sir, I think someone tripped me." He looked around to see who could have done this to him but it was no use as the six-foot [1.80 m] tall Afrikaner teen laid into him.

"Tripped you! Ha! Just like you to try and blame someone else for your own clumsiness. Now take off your coat and shirt," The blonde trustee said.

Kent hated being the center of attention, and he was desperately looking for a way out of this. He knew that all the other slaves were watching him now, which caused him to blush even more when he spoke to Otto. "Please sir, I should go back to the dorm and change my clothes."

"Like hell you are. Take off your dirty clothes right now, and don't make me tell you again. You are already in for one punishment, are you going for two?" sneered Otto. The other trustees had gathered now, like lions circling for the kill. Kent new he was doomed so he started to take off his stained clothes. He was down to his undershirt when the trustees decided that his shorts should go too. Kent was now wearing just a white T-shirt tucked into his white briefs, gray knee socks and shoes. He was looking down at his feet, not wanting to meet the stares to the trustees and all the slaves, who by now had forgotten all about eating and were focused on Kent. Otto grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down on his knees.

"Well, you came here to eat, so start eating. We don't waste food around here."

Kent was mortified. All his food was now a disgusting mess spread around the floor. He didn't want more punishment than he already had though so he reached down and grabbed a clump of what was his spaghetti dinner. His hand was violently slapped causing him to drop the food.

"Who told you that you could use your hands you down under fuck head! Here, let me help remind you." With that Otto grabbed Kent's uniform tie, and quickly tied his hands behind his back. He then shoved the off balanced kid face down into the mess on the floor. Now eat your fucking dinner, and there better not be a scrap of food on the floor when you are done, or else. Do I make my self clear?"

"Y-yes sir," Kent barely replied. He was wondering to himself, how he had gone from being a carefree street kid, roaming the streets of Sydney, to this. He pushed that thought away as Otto slapped his butt hard and told him to get started. With tears running down his rosy cheeks, he used his tongue to get up all the food off the floor.

Luke was almost hypnotized, as he watched the incredibly good-looking Australian kid, in his socks and underwear eating off the floor. Nick nudging him brought him out of it. "We gotta go Luke. Don't stare so much at the other guys when they are getting fucked with. It might be you next time."

"Sorry Nick. I just feel so bad for that kid," Luke said to his friend as they walked you of the dining hall back to their dorm. "I mean they have done some pretty fucked up stuff to me too, but he just looked so vulnerable in there with that big trustee on his case.

"Yeah, Kent is a real sweetheart. He's a bit of a klutz though as you could tell, and he gets messed with a lot because of that, and his accent. He is one hell of a great cock sucker though," replied Nick.

The frank way Nick talked about sex like that caught Luke by surprise. "Nick, are you 3; I mean before you came here did you 3;"

Nick finished his question for him. "Suck dicks? Yeah Luke, I'm gay. Always have been. I was working as a rent boy, and making good money too, before these ass holes got a hold of me."

"I think I am too. I never had sex before I came here, but they have done things to me that make me wonder." Luke felt like he needed to tell someone this. "Now I get so excited and horny when they do these terrible things to me, I am so confused Nick."

"Don't worry about labeling your self dude," Nick replied, "worry about surviving." They were now back in the dorm. "Look at your schedule to find out what you need to wear and what room you are going to."

On the wall at the end of the room was a computer screen that listed all the boys that lived in that bay, and what their schedule was. Luke found his name and read his schedule. It said: LUKE - 1700, SUITE 02, STANDARD UNIFORM, GUEST WILL PROVIDE SPECIALTY CLOTHING.

"What does 1700 mean Nick," asked Luke trying to make sense of what he was reading.

"It's 24 hour time, that means five o'clock. That's how they do it in Europe. Wow, suite 2! You are going to a special guestroom. I should have known. It's your first time so all the really big shots want a crack at you. At least you don't have to change clothes yet. You better get going dude; it's almost five right now. You definitely don't want to be late around here."

The enormity of his situation hit Luke, "Oh shit, I'm scared Nick." Tears formed in Luke's eyes and he sniffled a bit, before Nick hugged him.

"Hey it will be all right Luke. You will probably have fun even. Trust me." Nick then kissed Luke on the lips and told him he better get going. Luke felt a little better, composed himself and walked to where Nick had told him where suite 2 was. He was still deciding how he felt about Nick kissing him when he got to the door of the room. His bare knees were knocking together and his palms were sweaty when he knocked on the door.

The door opened almost immediately. Luke looked up at the man who was going to take him. He was in his later 30's, slim but well muscled with jet- black hair. He was currently wearing a white tennis outfit. "Well, hello there, you must be Luke. Come on in lad." The man spoke with a British accent similar to White's.

"Thank you sir," Luke didn't know what else to say as he entered the room. The man locked the door behind them.

"You will have to forgive me, I just got in from a game of tennis, and I'm a bit pooped." He said sitting down on the couch in his living room. "Come over here boy and let me get a good look at you. I was very lucky to win the lottery to get you first."

Luke did as he was told and walked over to wear the man was sitting. He felt his eyes boring into him and it made him uncomfortable; he started shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The man started running his hands over Luke. "Hmm, very nice indeed. Turnaround and let me see your lovely bum lad." Luke turned around and felt hands running over his tight shorts. "Take your coat off and hang it up boy, then fix me drink and get back over here. Scotch on the rocks." He hung his coat up and found the bottle marked scotch and poured it over the ice and brought it back to the man. He took a sip and put the glass down. "Very good boy, now take my shoes off if you please and rub my feet."

"Yes sir," Luke knelt at the mans feet and untied the white tennis shoes he was wearing and pulled them off. The man sighed as Luke started to rub one of his damp tennis socks.

"That's it boy, rub it good." Luke could see the mans bulge getting bigger in his white tennis shorts. Rubbing the sweaty socks grossed him out, but he knew better then to disobey. The man started to rub his other foot over Luke's crotch as he continued. The next thing Luke new he had a stinky sock in his face. "Use your mouth boy, take of my socks with your mouth."

Suppressing a gag, Luke got his teeth onto the sock (making sure not to bite the mans toes) and pulled back. The man helped a bit by putting his other foot on Luke's shoulder and pushing back on it. The sock snapped off as Luke fell backward. The man laughed and put his other foot into Luke's mouth and repeated the process. "Now clean out scum between my toes boy," said the man, pushing his left big toe into Luke's mouth. Luke felt completely dominated as he sat on his knees sucking the mans toes. After giving his feet a tongue bath for five minutes the man pulled his feet away.

"Very good Luke. We have a big night ahead of us, so we need to get ready. First you will run a bath for both of us then we shall get dressed for party I am throwing tonight. Oh yes my name is Mr. Clarke, but for the rest of the night you are to be my son and you shall call me father of daddy. Do you understand?"

"You're not my father!" Luke blurted out, and immediately he knew he should not have said that.

Clarke's face went red. "I see my son still need's some discipline lessons. Very well." He grabbed Luke's writs and jerked him over his knee. "Boys like you need to be spanked to be reminded of their place son." He started slapping Luke's butt. He laid on twenty good hard smacks, before letting him off his lap. Luke grabbed his cheeks and messaged them, trying to put out the fire. "Hand's at your side boy, we are not done yet!"

Luke couldn't believe it. His ass was on fire and they weren't done? Clarke undid Luke's belt and unzipped his fly, his hand lingering just a bit on Luke's crotch. His shorts dropped to the floor and he was ordered to step out of them and hang them up with his coat. "You may as well take of your shirt and tie off while you are at it, they will just get in the way. While you are in the closet, bring me the black case you see in there."

Luke returned to the man, now just as Kent had been in the dining hall, dressed only in his gray knee socks, shoes and underwear. He handed Clarke the case, which resembled a rifle case. When he opened it though. Luke saw it contained several canes of different sizes. Clarke decided on the middle sized one and pulled it out. He swished it around a few times before speaking to Luke again.

"You see son, I am a headmaster at a private school in England, and I can assure you I have plenty of experience in disciplining cocky little brats such as your self. Now go bend over the arm of that chair."

Luke started to tremble at the thought being caned. "Please Father, I have learned my lesson."

"No you haven't boy, or you wouldn't be back talking me right now! That just earned you two more, now BEND OVER THE CHAIR!" Clarke screamed.

Luke leapt over to the chair, terrified by the tone of Clarke's voice. He bent over and grabbed the opposite arms. Involuntarily clenching his but cheeks together at the thought of what was coming. Clarke came up behind him and kicked his feet further apart. Luke next felt his briefs being pulled down! Oh god, not on the base skin he thought.

"I don't see the need for your short's boy. They would just get in the way. You are going to get six strokes of the cane boy. After every strike you shall count backwards thanking me and asking for the next until we are finished. Do you understand me son?"

"Yes-s, father."

"Very good son." Without warning the cane swished through the air and landed with a loud crack on Luke's spread cheeks. At first he felt nothing, but all to soon he felt a line of fire spread across his ass!

"Six, Thank you father, may I have another," Luke croaked out. 'How am I going to take five more of these,' he thought!

This was indeed a great day for Ian Clarke. While he got to spank boys at his school in England, he was not allowed to use a cane, only a paddle and the boys had to remain dressed. He almost spurted in his shorts when he saw this dream come true at his door. Wearing the uniform that he thought all boys should still wear at school. Now as he sunk the cane into the now howling boy's ass, he was even closer to release! This was going to be a night to remember the rest of his life!

Luke was begging the man to stop and blubbering by the time they got to the last stroke. "Please Father, I will be good, don't hit me anymore 3; it hurts so bad!"

"It is supposed to hurt boy. That is what you get for disobeying me." With that he hit him for the sixth and final time, although he didn't put all his weight into it. He didn't want to ruin Luke for the night. He looked down at Luke's red striped ass and felt a rumbling in his balls. He unzipped his fly and started stroking his 7 inch [18 cm] uncut British Flagpole. He ran his other hand on the welts rising on Luke's butt. He quivered at his Father's touch. "It's all over son, you will be all right 3; shh."

Luke just lay there and cried into the arm of the couch. He felt Clarke's hand running over his ass, which was still on fire. His 'father' was whispering something to him, but he wasn't paying any attention. Suddenly he heard the man gasp, and then he felt the hot gobs of Clarke's cum splattering onto his butt.

He couldn't take it any longer. After putting his hand on Luke's bum, he couldn't hold back. It only took of few strokes and Clarke let go with a powerful orgasm, spraying his seed liberally onto Luke's ravaged backside. When he recovered, he told Luke not to move, while he ran to get his camera to take a photo of it. Once he did that, he told Luke to take his underpants all the way off and go start filling the large sunken tub in the other room. He told the slave not to wipe himself off, but to take his tee shirt off and lay face down on the bed and wait for him.

"Yes Father," Luke said. And walked into the bathroom in just his shoes and socks and undershirt, with Clarke's scum leaking down his legs. He went to the bathroom and started the warm water flowing into the huge tub. The bathtubs in the suites were configured to automatically add scented bubble bath to the water as it filled, and automatically shut off when full, so Luke had little to do other than press a button. After he did this, he stripped off his shirt, then lay down on the bed as instructed, feeling streaks of cum running down his legs.

Clarke walked into the bedroom naked, with his drink in hand. The sight of Luke, naked but for his socks and shoes greeted him. Clarke, who was already getting hard again (this Viagra stuff really works he thought!) as he walked over to the anxious teen, swallowed his drink in one shot and kneeled on the floor behind the bed. "Let's get you cleaned up a little son," he said and started to untie Luke's shoes. He removed them gently and next pulled off his socks, one at a time, running his hands up and down his smooth thighs in the process. Luke started to squirm a little and tried to look back at him. "Just lay there and don't worry about what I'm doing son, here I will help you," Clarke took one of Luke's socks, and tied it around his head creating a blindfold out of it. He then took the other started to wipe up his seed off of his but and the backs of his thighs. After he had got all the sticky goo cleaned off of his young slave, Clarke decided it should not go to waste. "Here you go son, open your mouth and have some of Daddy's seed. It will give you strength for tonight."

Luke, who could not see what Clarke was talking about, felt the gooey knee sock being forced into his mouth. It was forced even further in as Clarke tied it tightly; pulling Luke's lips back painfully. As the sock started to make him salivate, he had no choice but to swallow the fuck juice that was dripping off the sock and mixing with his own spit. He was revolted by this of course, but knew this was only the beginning. Next he felt a cream being applied to his flaming butt cheeks, that caused him to scream into his sock gag.

"I know it hurts right now boy," Clarke told him, "but it will make your bum feel much better in a bit."

Clarke's dick was already leaking pre-cum again as he messaged the salve into his naked slave boy's ass. He noticed Luke's cute feet curling and his hands grabbing handfuls of bed sheets as he continued to rub his hot butt. Clarke spread Luke's cheeks at looked at his butt hole. He started rub his slick finger around the perimeter, tracing circles around his little puckered rose bud. He noticed Luke starting to move around on his belly, trying to adjust himself. Clarke smiled, knowing he had a hot one here.

When Luke felt the finger start grazing his anus, he felt his cock start to stir. God not here, he thought. He moved around a bit, hoping Clarke would not notice, and tried to think of something else. When he felt Clarke's finger enter his chute however, he couldn't help letting a moan escape him, and without even thinking, he raised it ass ever so slightly to meet the invader.

"Well aren't we the randy little sod" Clarke said when he noticed this. He pulled his finger out and looked at it. "Hmm, we shall have to pay extra attention to that in the bath, which it is now time for. Stand up son."

Luke backed off the bed unsteadily. He had a little trouble because of the blindfold, and because of the embarrassment, as he now new he could not hide his boner. Clarke saw this and got dick was now at full strength! He took off the blindfold, and for the first time Luke saw his 'father' naked. He was quite well muscled, with a coating of dark hair on his chest legs and arms, but Luke's eyes grew as he noticed the mans totally erect cock. Clarke smiled, and took the gooey cum gag out as well and looked at it. "Good boy, you drank all of your father's seed. Let's go get cleaned up now son, we have a party to attend." His 'father' led Luke to the tub, and they both got into the warm soapy water.

"Ah yes, nothing like a father son bath eh boy?" Clarke asked, as he pulled Luke up next to him and put his arm around the teen.

"Yes 3; father" Luke felt vary strange. How disgusting, being naked in a bathtub with a grown man! He almost jumped out of the tub when, under the water he felt Clarke's hand grab his dick, and start to rub it.

"You have a nice prick son, perfect shape and a beautiful set of balls as well, stand up so I can wash you" That's a good lad. He started to rub a sponge all over Luke's body. As usual, despite all his wishes, Luke's body started to respond and his cock was now fully erect and his nipples were two perfect little points. Clarke next shoved a soaped finger up Luke's love canal and started finger fucking the lad, causing his dick to start drooling. "What a sexy little tart you are boy! I bet you would like your old Dad's cock up your arse right now wouldn't you son. Would you like daddy to give you a nice fucking?"

Luke didn't want to answer that question. He was horny beyond all belief, and the finger fucking was driving him wild with lust, but he didn't want that disgusting mans huge cock in him. He knew what he answered didn't matter in the least anyway, except what the man would do to him if he said no. He barely whispered his answer. "Yes father."

"Yes father what? Ask me properly boy, or you will get the cane again!" He now had two fingers in Luke's ass and his own cock was dripping with anticipation.

The mention of the cane was all it took for Luke to be compliant. "Please fuck me Father, fuck me in the ass please?"

"That's a good boy Luke, and since you asked so nicely, I will be glad to fuck your pretty little bum." With that he bent Luke over the edge of the tub so his chest was on the carpet. He took his soap slick cock, and aimed it his target. With little preamble, he started to enter Luke's love canal. He heard the boy grunt as he pressed in, but that just turned him on more! He had been dreaming of doing this for years and here was the moment at last! It felt exquisite as he continued to impale the boy on his staff, with just the right feeling of tightness and heat! When he was all the way in, Luke was whimpering. Partly from the slight discomfort, although it was not as bad as he had suffered earlier, but mainly because he was now fully erect and trying to hump the carpet while this brute was massaging his prostate with his cock head, and this shamed him. The whimpering of course just made Clarke more lustful and soon he was fucking the slave teen with full force. Soon Luke was out of the tub completely, as Clarke picked him up at the waste, trying to drive himself further into his 'son's' bowels! Clarke felt his nuts start to boil again and grunted into the boy's ear. "Here it comes boy! Take you father's man seed into your boy pussy 3; Aghhhh!" He came into Luke's ass while standing, lifting Luke off his feet while he orgasmed.

Luke felt Clarke ram his cock into him with every spasm as he fired a load of dick snot up his ass. When he was done he pulled his slimy cock out and shoved the rock hard boy down hard on the carpet outside the tub and held him there with a hand on the small of his back. "Don't move lad, I have to take care of something here." Luke next felt the now familiar feeling of a butt plug being inserted in his ass. This one though, had a strap that came off the bottom that was attached to a cock ring, which Clarke quite quickly and painfully pulled over Luke's swollen cock and balls, then tightened the strap, the effect being that his dick was holding the butt plug in place. "There we are, gotta keep my juice in you boy. It's just what a growing boy like you needs, and don't even think of touching your dick. You are not allowed release yet do you understand me boy?"

"Yes father," the obviously blue balled Luke replied.

"Just don't forget it, or it will be more than the cane you get. Now lets get finished cleaning up, we have to get dressed." Clarke said as he started washing the contents of Luke's ass off of his prick. The two rinsed off and stepped out of the tub to dry themselves off. Go to the bedroom closet boy, you will find your clothes on the right side.

As Luke walked to the bedroom, he could feel the strap between his legs tugging on his cock, and making it stick out obscenely from his groin. Clarke was right behind him when he opened the closet to see what he was to wear. Inside the closet were two tuxedos. Clarke pulled the smaller one out, obviously Luke's, and told him he would help him get dressed. This of course made Luke feel even more embarrassed. Clarke held out the underpants for him to step into. Instead of briefs they were black silk bikini briefs, that after he got them on, caused him to blush even more, as they barely covered anything, especially with his cock sticking out like it was. Next came a white tank top, a white ruffled dress shirt with black bow tie, and of course short black tux pants. These were even shorter than the regular uniform pants of the resort and almost as tight as spandex. Black knee length dress socks and patent leather dress shoes were next, completed with a cummerbund and coat. After putting his own tuxedo on, Clarke took Luke over to a mirror to brush what little hair he had. He used some gel though and thought Luke looked very sexy when he was done styling him up. "There we are my boy, a sharply dressed father and son pair eh?"

Luke's cheeks just got a deeper shade of red. He thought he was dressed like a little kid. Except for the shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination, he did of course. Just then there was a knock at the door, and Clarke told Luke to answer it and let their guests in. Luke walked out to the living room and opened the door and did a double take. Standing before him were another man and teen dressed in tuxedos, but that is not what caught Luke's attention. The other slave wearing the short pants tuxedo was Kent, the boy he had last seen being forced to eat his spilled food off the floor, looking every bit as embarrassed as Luke felt.

"Don't stand there like a bloody idiot, let them in boy!" Clarke yelled. Luke snapped out of his trance and let them into the room. "Luke this is your Uncle, Mr. Blair and his son, your cousin, Kenthington, say hello to them."

"Hello Mr. Blair, Kenthington, er I mean Uncle I am pleased to meet you," said Luke trying not to upset his 'father.' He figured with this whole uncle cousin business that Kent was going through the same father son game that he was. He unconsciously looked down at Kent's crotch and saw that his package was sticking out as well. He wondered if he had the same type of harness on under his shorts.

"Nice to meet you Luke," Blair looked up at Clarke, "Sorry we are a little late Ian, my boy here decided to get cheeky with me and I had to take the strap to him." Kent immediately blushed when his earlier punishment was mentioned. Even though he had been a slave for a year now, he was very sensitive and blushed easily. He had always been shy and hated being singled out in a group. "Introduce yourself to your Uncle, Mr. Clarke and your cousin Luke, and apologize for making us late."

"I'm Kenthington, pleased to meet you Uncle, Luke," Kent replied with the accent that made Luke's dick stir. "I'm sorry we are late. I had to be punished" He also hated his full name, but Blair insisted that he use it.

"No problem old boy, my son here was being a bit of a pill as well and I had to lay the cane to him," Clarke replied.

"The cane eh? That should show him. Kid's today need more discipline that's for sure. That and a nice cock up their bum every now and then," Blair replied and both men started to laugh. Kent and Luke just shared a knowing glance and each knew that the other had just been freshly ass fucked. "My but our boys look sharp in their tuxes don't they?"

"They certainly do, shall we get on with it. Bob couldn't get the boy he wanted in time, so it is just us tonight." Clarke said. "Shall we go to the recreation room."

The little group entered a room off of the bedroom that Luke had not noticed in the other suites he had cleaned in the morning. This must have been part of the VIP stuff that Nick had talked about earlier. Inside the room both boys stopped short. For besides normal recreation room articles, such as a pool table, big screen TV and such, it was a fully equipped dungeon. Sadly for Luke, he was already too familiar with a lot to the things he saw, and he didn't want to think about the rest of the strange equipment.

"Pity Bob couldn't get a boy in time, the contest is more entertaining with three, but I guess we can make do," said Blair, as he turned up the lights. "Boys, go to the bar and make us some drinks while we set the equipment up. Get yourselves a cola if you like."

When the boys were out of earshot of their clients, Luke spoke to Kent first. "What are they going to do to us?"

"I don't know mate," the younger Australian. "This is a new one on me, pleased to meet you by the way."

"Nice meeting you, although I saw you at dinner this afternoon," Luke replied.

Kent blushed at the remark and took a gulp of coke. "Yeah, I got punishment tomorrow afternoon for that."

"Well I will see you there because so do I. Just for having my fucking socks not perfect."

"That old ploy eh? Oh well we better get back in mate or they will get mad. Here is your Da's scotch."

"Thanks Kent," said Luke as they walked back into the room. There were now two strange chairs set up with a machine in between them, facing the big screen television.

"Thanks Lads, would you each have a seat please," said Clarke. As the boys sat in the chairs Blair started to secure their arms and legs while Clarke continued talking. "Tonight lads, you are going to settle a bet between me and Mr. Blair here. He says that his Australian boy can make more cum than my American boy can. We were going to have a Kiwi lad here as well, but we couldn't get one in time. No bother, we will make do with you too. We are going to milk you here and see which colonials produce more boy spunk, with one go at it. The one who shoots the most in one orgasm wins, and will be rewarded with getting to fuck the loser. Sounds like fun doesn't it lads?"

Clarke wasn't really expecting an answer, so he and his other British friend unzipped the flies of their respective boys. Luke looked over at Kent who was obviously as nervous as he was about losing this 'contest.' Although, thought Luke, he would rather have Kent fuck him than Clarke again. He was wondering what the catch was though. There was always a catch where slave boys were concerned on the resort.

With the cock rings around the bases of their equipment, it was easy for the men to pull their teen dicks out of their skimpy bikini underwear. Luke looked down and saw Clarke slipping a metal sleeve over his cock. He couldn't see what was inside, but it was warm and wet. He then watched a set of wires being attached to his cock ring. He didn't know that the strap of his buttplug harness had electrical wire running through it all the way into the plug itself. When both men stood back up they walked behind the boys where they couldn't see them. The next thing they felt however, was their heads being locked into a restraint so they could only look forward right at the television. After they were through tightening them in place, the lights went dim. They heard Blair's voice from behind them. "Here are go boys, may the best win. Good luck."

Kent immediately felt the sleeve on his cock tighten and start a gentle vibration. He was soon at his full five-inch [12½ cm] hardness. He let out a yelp when the plug buried deep in his butt started to vibrate. Then the TV came to life in front of them. It was the film of his first night on the island! He was on his knees greedily sucking on the prick of the fellow slave boy that he went through his training with. That other unfortunate boy was Nicholas, who by the look on his face in the film was obviously enjoying the amateur (at the time) Australian blowjob. The shame of that night came back to him in a rush. He wanted to cry, but the suction increased sending all kinds of different signals to his confused horny brain.

Next to young Kenthington, Luke's eyes about popped out when he saw his two friends going at it on the TV. His cock seemed to grow even more inside the wonderful thing that was on his dick. In the film, Nick soon let a load of white-hot Latino teen jizz fly all over young Kent's face. Luke was clenching his cheeks tighter now, secretly wanting to win so he could lay his hands on that hot Australian rump. The movie changed, and to Luke's horror, now it was he that was the star of the show! It was from when he was blindfolded with the headphones on, while Danny was laying his Irish pipe restrained ass.

Now it was Kent's turn! He saw the look of raw lust on Luke's face while he begged whoever that red headed kid was to fuck the shit out him! Boy, he had never got to fuck anyone as good looking as Luke yet he thought! If I can only win 3;

Clarke and Blair were enjoying the show immensely! They didn't really care who won; they just liked pitting to slaves against each other, and then humiliating them both in the end anyway. They figured enough time had passed and Clarke pressed a button that sent a powerful jolt to the but plugs, stimulating both their prostates simultaneously! Both boys squealed and went rigid as they started to pump their loads into the suck hose of the cum sucking machine. White was a fucking genius they thought! What a show to watch, as both boys fired their cum rockets into the collection tube to be measured!

Kent was drooling! He had never come so hard in his life. What the bloody hell was this machine? When they undid him though, and showed him his tube, his heart sank. He had produced .5 cc's less than Luke! As always, it seemed to him, he was getting fucked! Figuratively as well as in the butt! He was told to take off all his clothes. "This isn't fair!" he mumbled as he stripped off his tuxedo.

At first Luke felt triumphant that he had won! Then he saw the look on Kent's face and felt ashamed of himself. What had they done to him at this place where he was looking forward to fucking another slave like himself. Yet the thought of the film of him sucking off Nick came back to him and he started to get that familiar feeling between his legs. He was told to zip up his trousers to put on a black leather mask that was handed to him. He pulled the soft leather mask around his face and adjusted it to see out of the eyeholes. The mask looked like the type the Lone Ranger used to wear on TV, thought Luke as the two men put them on as well.

"Well Luke you one, and you will get to fuck your little Australian cousin here, but first you have to get him ready." Clarke began. "First of all, he has already started whining, and we can't have that, so insert a gag of your choice from the shelf here please. If you don't follow our instructions immediately and without question by the way, you will be punished and Kent's here will be doubled."

"Yes father," replied Luke. He was staring at the shelf deciding what gag would be the least painful for Kent to wear. He decided on a soft rubber ball gag, and walked over to a naked crying Kent, who was still whispering, "this isn't bloody fair." He offered no resistance though as Luke put the gag into his cute little mouth then tightened it securely behind his head.

"Good job boy, now put these nipple clamps on him and connect this chain between them, and then the longer one to his cock ring."

"Yes Uncle," Luke replied, cringing when he hear Kent yelp into the gag as he attached the tight clamps to his little pink nipples. He couldn't deny that he was now as hard as a rock though in his tuxedo shorts. As he worked over his younger Australian 'cousin's' body, he was awestruck. As he pulled the connecting chain down from his nipples to his cock ring, Luke was taken in by his smooth tan belly, which ran down into a beautiful hairless 3 inch [7½ cm] cut piece of roo meat! Despite Kent's humiliation; Luke's touch was causing him to get hard again. The chain was just long enough that if Kent stretched out to much his nipples would be pulled down and his cock up, which would cause the butt plug to move in his ass. This caused him to walk very carefully as Luke was told to lead him to large wooden table and lay him down on it on his back.

"Very good boy, now hook him into the restraints, then use the hand crank to tighten him up. If I can get anymore cranks on it after you are finished, neither of you will like the result."

"Yes Father."

After he had Kent's writs and ankles locked into the cuffs; he went to crank at the side of the table. 'I'm sorry Kent,' he thought and started cranking on the wheel pulling the gagged, plugged slave's limbs tight. It was getting harder to tighten and Kent was moaning into the gag when Luke finally stopped and looked at the two men.

"One more half turn should do nicely boy."

"Yes Uncle," Kent let out another groan and there were beads of sweat all over his young surfer conditioned body. Kent closed his eyes and tried to think of better times, surfing off the coast of Sydney, but he was brought back to reality when the two men started running their hand's all over his stretched tight body.

"He is a beautiful specimen isn't he," said Clarke.

"Oh very, yes," replied Blair. "I wonder if he is ticklish, lets find out shall we? Luke, get that feather over there and start under his arms."

They can go to hell, thought Kent. I am not ticklish, so I have one a little victory anyway. As long as they don't figure out the one spot 3;

After fifteen minutes of trying to tickle the lad with no results, Luke was ready to give up.

"Just try under his feet there, then we will get on with it," Blair said.

'NO!' thought Kent, 'not there! Please no!' When Luke went to his feet, he curled his toes as best he could and tried to think of surfing again. It was no use though, for when the feather grazed the soul of his foot, his whole body jerked and squealed into his gag.

"Well, what do we have here!" exclaimed Clarke. He and Blair quickly grabbed more feathers, and all three started in on both feet. Soon Kent was in agony! He never knew tickling could be so devilishly cruel! He was crying and screaming into the gag and trying to jerk out of his bondage but it was no use. Tears were flying out of his eyes, when to his horror, the ultimate humiliation happened. He lost control of his bladder and started to pee himself. The men found this hilarious, and congratulated themselves on a job well done. Luke just watched in pity for the kid as he fouled himself in front of them all.

"Right. Luke, towel the little tickle beast off here while we get his legs into position so you can have your go at him shall we?" Blair said. Luke wiped the mess off Kent, While they hoisted Kent's knees back to his shoulders, leaving his plugged ass totally exposed on the table.

"Now first of course Luke, you will have to get all of your uncle's seed out that you can before you get to fuck him, so get at it. Start with sucking off the butt plug if you will," said Clarke, as, without warning to Kent, he yanked the plug out of his ass.

Luke, still in his tux, climbed onto the table and while the two men watched, started sucking the butt plug clean, while it was still attached to the cock ring on Kent. When he got it clean enough to pass his the two men's' inspection, he was told to start eating his 'cousin's' ass out. As humiliated as Kent still was over pissing, Luke's tongue was starting to feel very good in his upturned butt, and soon he was leaking precum out of his now 5" [12½ cm] hard penis. After a few minutes of his rimming Kent and Luke were both rock hard and ready, with teen lust overcoming all feelings of embarrassment or anger. Luke's shorts felt like they would burst any minute.

"Look's like your ready lad, you earned it," said Clarke who like Blair, had an obvious erection in his trousers. "Take off your shorts and underwear, but leave in the plug. Kent will get that treat in a bit. Here let me put this on you." The man rolled a condom onto Luke's cock, while at the same time Blair was putting one onto Kent's teen joystick. "Only your father or your uncle's cum is allowed to enter your asses while you are with us. Cousins are not allowed to enjoy each other's seed in their bums."

These guys are weird thought Luke, but he didn't care. The rubber was a weird sensation, and after all the handling of his dick he was ready to have some Australian ass! He knew he shouldn't want to do this, but his teen cock brain had taken over as he crawled up onto the table and between Kent's legs. He made eye contact with Kent, and Kent winked at him. That was enough for Luke and he slowly pushed his latex covered rod of pleasure into Kent's cave of ecstasy! Oh god how good it felt! 'God I like other boys,' thought Luke as he started to pound Kent's ass as only a clumsy, inexperienced, but very horny 15-year-old can! Luke reached over and started to jack Kent's cum gun while he fucked him. It took all of six thrusts, before the over sexed teens both shot their loads. It was the greatest feeling in the world, but short lived as they both came off their sex high, and remembered again that they were sex slaves on an island of rich perverts.

That realization was driven home as their condoms removed from them and they were both forced to chew on them until they had sucked all of their own cum out of them. "It's good for you," their 'fathers' told them. Luke almost barfed, as he could taste the traces of Kent's ass on the condom. He then was told to strip naked as well and was soon tied and gagged just as Kent was on another identical wood table. After they forced Kent to lick off Luke's butt plug, the two slaves spent the rest of the night tied to the tables, each getting fucked by, or sucking off the two men in between their drinking, cigar smoking, and games of snooker and cribbage.

As Luke laid there, his arms and legs numb, and his ass thoroughly fucked and leaking cum all over the table, he wondered that if this was a regular night here, what was he, Kent and Nick's upcoming punishment going to be like? Where in the hell is Danny? Am I ever going to get off this island? Those were his last thoughts as he drifted into an uncomfortable slumber.

Chapter 16

"Come on Luke, wake up." Was the first thing Luke heard. "If we are late for punishment we will really get it. Put on the punishment clothes and let's go."

"OK, OK,Thanks Nick," Luke replied. He was now feeling sick to his stomach. He was disgusted with himself for what he had done the previous night, and now he was going to get punished along with his new friends. He put on his punishment clothes that Nick had pulled out for him. His outfit consisted of a navy blue speedo (about a size too small), blue ankle socks and black sport sandals. He noticed Nick was wearing a white speedo with white ankle socks. Together the two boys headed to the punishment room. Luke asked Nicholas what he thought was going to happen to them, but Nick replied that punishment was almost never the same.

Just outside the door to the punishment room, they met up with Kent, who was wearing a red speedo and socks. When Luke saw him, he thought of the movie from the previous night where Nicholas was giving the young Aussie teenager a cum facial! He also thought of the ecstasy that he felt when he had his own cock buried deep in his cute little butt. Luke's cock started to stir at the memory, casing his tight little speedo to tent out embarrassingly.

Nicholas noticed this immediately and said, "Hey you two must have had a good time together last night. Kent's a hot little piece of ass isn't he Luke?"

Both Luke and Kent immediately blushed bright red and Luke looked down at his feet in shame. "Nick, I wish you wouldn't talk about that kind of stuff."

"Why not? Your cock don't lie dude! Look at your hardon, you see Kent here in his tight little suit and it makes you want to fuck him. Nothing wrong with that!" Nick replied. Deep down Luke knew that Nick was right, or at least right about wanting to fuck Kent again. He was confused about why he felt that way. He had little time to think of this now however, as they had all arrived at the punishment room.

Luke was the last of the three to enter the room, he was biting his lower lip trying not to tremble when he saw that Dalton and Bobby were there waiting for them. Luke heard Nick mumble something under his breath. Kent's knees started to knock together when he saw that the senior trustee was going to administer their punishment.

"Well what do we have here Bobby?" Dalton started. "Three little queerboys who can't follow a few simple rules. I guess we will have to remind them." With a sneer he told the three to line up abreast with Kent in the middle of the two bigger teens and to put their hands behind their heads. He walked up to Luke first, "Blondie we just get you trained, and you get in trouble the first day. Of course Latin Lover over here should have made sure you looked presentable shouldn't you have Nicholas?" Before Nick could reply, Dalton continued, "and finally we get to Kenthington here, causing a disturbance in the dining hall and ruining a uniform. When are you going to learn to look where you are going you stupid ass? You walk like a fucking girl!"

The words bit into poor Kent, whose bottom lip was now sticking out as he pouted. He was terrified of these two trustees ever since his first hell nights on the island. "Sir, somebody tripped me!" He squeaked out in a trembling voice.

"Don't give me that crap, you just got extra for that remark! Either of you have anything they want to say?" Dalton asked. Both Nicholas and Luke fired back a 'No sir,' so they wouldn't get the trustee more worked up than he already was. Luke felt his hands being forced behind him, and realized that Bobby was handcuffing him. Nicholas was cuffed as well, but they left Kent alone.

"Very good Bobby," Dalton continued, "now both of you get on your knees and start on my boots."

Both Luke and Nick knew the drill, and went to their knees, awkwardly because of their hands being cuffed, and started their tongues on Dalton's Doc Martins. The trustee loved the power he had over the slaves and the sight of the scantily clad teens slobbering over his boots, caused his groin to stir.

Bobby was enjoying the show as well and went to Kent and whispered in his ear, "take off your speedo, cutie, we have some special plans for you."

Kent didn't like the sound of that at all, but knew better than to argue or resist. With trembling hands he lowered the small red garment down off his hips and over his knocking knees, then stepped out of them. Bobby leered over the now naked Kent, save for his red socks and sandals. Bobby then told Kent to get over and start rubbing Luke and Nick's crotches. The Aussie teen got on his knees and stuck a hand between each of the bootlicking slave boy's legs and started to rub their nylon-imprisoned dicks.

Luke got a jolt when he felt the hand manipulating his cock. His speedo started to tent out as Nick massaged his dong while he continued to lick all over the now shiny black boot. He let out a small moan and imagined it was having the same effect on his fellow bootlicker next to him. Dalton was now really getting off on this as he looked down at the three slaves. He reached down and grabbed Luke and Nick's necks and pulled them up.

"Blondie, start getting sissy boys pussy nice and wet for me," Dalton said while unzipping his pants, "and Nick, start sucking and you better get it nice and slippery if you care for your little down under lover there."

With eyes that showed pure hatred at Dalton, Nick got on his knees in front the trustee and started and wrapped his lips around his already half erect dick and started to run his tongue all over it. Meanwhile, Bobby led Luke over to Nick who he had leaned over a bench and shoved his face into his butt. Luke started to immediately lick around Nicks puckered love ring. Nick, whose face was now very red, started to squeal as he felt Luke's hot tongue swirl around his anus. His soft three incher [7½ cm] began to stir to life as he started to move his ass around while he got the rimming. Luke's cock, to his chagrin, was also now straining the limits of his undersized blue speedo. Nick on the other hand, was not aroused, only angry at having to suck off the trustee he hated most. Still he was apparently doing a great job, as Dalton's cock was now at full size and bouncing off the back of Nick's throat while he face fucked the slave.

"OK, I'm ready now," Dalton said as he pushed Nick aside and walked over to the other pair. "Out of the way Blondie." With that he shoved Luke aside and started rubbing his cock head up and down Nick's ass lips. "You want this don't you boy?" He asked Kent.

Kent hated this. While he was horny from the rim job he had just got, he didn't want Dalton's huge cock in him. He also knew though, that he had no choice and had to answer. "Yes sir, I want it."

"What do you want boy? You want my dick inside your little sissy ass?"

"Yes sir, I want your cock in my bum."

"Not your bum, you little down under queer, in you sissy ass! Ask me to put my cock in your sissy ass!"

"P-please put your cock in my little sissy ass."

"That's better. Since you asked so nicely, I will do you the honor of having my cock inside you, you little fuck slut." With that Dalton pushed his spit wet helmet into Kent's saliva coated rosebud.

Kent let out a whimper in between the sobs of humiliation for having to say those things in front of his friends. While he was well used to getting fucked, and it didn't hurt physically, he hated the way Dalton could just push his buttons so well. Soon he felt the trustees cock sliding more and more into his shit chute, and felt the much larger boys hands grab his waist and start to pull himself in even more.

"Yeah, nice tight sissy pussy you got Kent." Dalton was saying as he worked himself toward climax.

Meanwhile, Bobby had Luke and Nick, standing next to each other and watching the show. As much as Nick hated Dalton, the sight of Kent bent over and talking all that trash did have an effect on him. Both he and Luke were sporting tents in their speedos from the live sex show going on before them. Matters got worse when Bobby started rubbing his hand all over their bulges. He then pulled the front of their suits down under their balls, so both of their erections sprang free. Next Bobby coated his hands in warm oil and started to stroke both of the slaves now drooling teen dicks.

"Whoever spunks first wins," Bobby said to them, not mentioning what they would win of course.

Although they liked each other, neither boy wanted to lose. Who knew what else these bastards had in mind! Bobby was an expert with his hands of course, and had both teens crazy with lust in a matter of seconds as his oil slick hands worked the cuffed teens aching hard cocks. Luke and Nick both were rocking their hips trying to fuck the junior trustee's hand that was wrapped around their slick cum rockets. When they heard Dalton let out a loud groan as he fired his seed deep into Kent's fuck tunnel that was the last straw. Both teens as if on command started firing gobs of hot teen juice out of their dicks.

Bobby stood up and wiped his hands off on Luke and Nick's chests. "It seems we have a tie, hmm."

Dalton, who had Kent cleaning his own butt slime off his cock with his mouth, spoke up. "Who shot further?"

"Great idea sir!" Chirped Bobby who looked at the stains on the floor. "Looks like our Latin lover has a more powerful gun the Blondie here." Noting that Nick had shot his was nearly a foot [30 cm] farther than Luke. "OK, you are the winner Nicholas. You get to go eat Dalton's cum out of Kent's pussy." He undid Nick's handcuffs and told him to get at it.

Dalton was zipping his shorts back up by now. "When you get his ass clean, get in the shower, we have to get you cleaned up to take you to the dungeon."

All three boys froze at this and looked at Dalton, who had an evil grin on his face. "Oh, didn't I mention it? You three are going to be very special entertainment. The Master wants to make a new movie to sell to the guests and you are the stars along another special attraction. So Nick, hurry up and eat out that boy cunt and get cleaned up."

Everyone stared at Nick as he slurped up the goo out of Kent's butt. Kent was still hard, since he didn't get to cum. Bobby had a bulge in his shorts as well, but didn't seem to mind for of course he knew what was in store for the hapless punishment boys. Luke tried not to look, and was mostly preoccupied with thoughts of the dungeon to pay much attention anyway. When Nick had sucked Kent's butt clean, he stood up, with fuck slime all over his lips and a string of cum hanging off of his nose. Luke's handcuffs were removed, and all three were ordered to strip completely and get in the showers.

Once all three were completely nude, they got under the one showerhead and helped clean each other off. Luke tenderly washed off Nick's face and told him he was sorry he had got him here in the fist place. Nick told him not to worry and all three stole a hug quickly before getting out of the shower and facing up to what was in store for them.

Bobby was waiting for them with clean socks for each to put on. They were white tube socks with blue stripes on the top of them. Once the boys had them pulled on they were handed their shoes which were black military style jump boots. After putting the boots on, they discovered that the soles of them had metal taps attached to them. They thought this odd, but didn't dare question anything.

"Very nice, now all three of you go to the bench get on your knees and spread you ass cheeks apart," Bobby ordered.

They did as they were told. Soon Luke felt Bobby jamming something up his butt. It had the familiar feel of a buttplug, but something felt odd about it. When they were ordered to stand, he knew why. The butt plugs all had about a foot long tail, of what looked like horse hair attached to them, giving the effect of all three boys looking like they had tails! Next Bobby started attaching leather harnesses to all three boys. The harness started with a collar and had a strap ran down their back to a waist belt, that also had a cock ring attached to it. The final attachment was a strap that ran between their legs with a whole in it that secured the butt plug/tail firmly in place. They were then told to walk outside.

'Oh shit, I can't go outside in this getup!' thought Luke. He was sure the others felt the same, especially Kent, whose bright pink cheeks showed how he felt about the whole thing. Dalton was waiting for them outside next to what looked like a chariot.

"Ah, good, I see you have our chariot ponies ready!" said Dalton. "Lets get them harness to the chariot Bobby."

"You can't be serious!" screamed Nick. "There is no fucking way 3;"

He was cut off by a viscous slap to his cheek with a riding crop!

Dalton, who had just hit him hissed, "You have no say in the matter. You are being punished, but that obviously means nothing to you as usual, so the next time you say anything that I don't want to here, I am going to take it out on your little sissy friend here!" Pointing to a terrified Kent.

Nick new he was beaten. He could take anything these fuckers could give to him, but he really had a soft spot for Kent, and didn't want him hurt anymore then he would already have to. "Sorry sir, I will do what you say," he whispered back in barely concealed contempt.

"That's better, hook them up Bobby."

The three were led to the chariot. They were arranged in a triangle with Kent being the lead, and Luke and Nick behind him side by side. The older bigger boys wrists were put into cuffs that were attached to a cross bar that they would use to push on. Kent would be used mainly to steer the pushing boys in the right direction, so he was just hooked up with leather straps to his chest harness. Next Bobby placed Kent in a head harness that contained a hard rubber bit connecting him to the reigns. All three boys and blinders placed on them, restricting their vision to only what was directly in front of them. A big-feathered plume was stuck in Kent's head harness to complete the ensemble. Luke wanted to die of shame, but he felt even worse for poor Kent out in front like that.

Dalton spoke, "Listen up pony boys, I put klutz out front to steer, hoping he will learn to walk without falling down. Just follow where the direction that I pull on the bit, and if you fuck up, you will feel it!" With that he cracked his whip in the air, and the three ponies started pulling Dalton and Bobby down the road toward the main hotel.

Luke realized now what the taps on the boots were for. As they trotted down the road, the clacking noised make them sound indeed like horses. To his horror they were being led right to the main resort area where dozens of guests and other slave boys more fortunate then he were lounging about. All the guests took one look at the approaching spectacle and started applauding, and whistling at them. Even some of their fellow slaves laughed at them. Luke couldn't help it; he started crying from shame and humiliation. Up front, Nick was even more humiliated, as his dick was pointing strait out for all to see. He couldn't help it, the prostate massage he was getting from his plug/tail, was driving him wild, but everyone was laughing and pointing at him! He started to cry as well, and when he did, he stumbled a bit, which in turn got him an expertly aimed crack of the whip right on his butt. He yelped into his bit, and concentrated on steering the chariot in the right direction. All three boys were sweating now, their tan skin shining in the bright tropical sunlight. Dalton made them circle the compound three times; ensuring everyone got a good look at them, before steering them for an unfamiliar area of the island. He halted them in front of a small entrance to an underground area. Bobby undid them from the chariot and led them through the small doors to a spiral staircase. They descended into the dungeon.

What they saw frightened them. Like all the other punishment rooms and guestrooms, there was the standard bondage equipment everywhere, but this place just had a different feel. Even the smell was different. It smelled evil. Luke then noticed movement in the corner. There, tied to a cross on the wall was Danny! My god! What had they done to him?

Danny, who had been kept in a drugged out slumber for the last few days, was finally becoming coherent. He remembered the horrible night when they put the ring in his dick, and his titties, but the next was hazy. He was aware tough, when they woke him briefly to pierce his tongue with a stud, before he drifted off again, only to awake yesterday in this dank place. He was sore and scared and disgusted with himself all at the same time. They had left him tied here, in a diaper against the wall and made his mess himself for their amusement, all the while playing with his nipple rings, and rubbing his cock through the dirty diaper, but never giving him the release that his cum filled nuts desired. The door opened and he saw the little prick Bobby come in with Dalton and three slaves. He didn't know the first two, but his heart leapt when he recognized Luke! Finally, someone he knew!

"Welcome lads, we have been expecting you," said the voice that put chills down the spine of all the slaves of the island. "Let's get started shall we," White continued. "Nicholas, get Kenthington completely nude if you would be so kind and then help Bobby secure him to the foot stalks. Dalton, undo Daniel from the cross so Luke can remove his diaper and clean him up."

"Yes master," all the slaves responded and set into action.

Nick unhooked all the leather form Kent and gave him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, "hang in their buddy, it will all be over tonight."

Kent felt a little better from that, but not much. When Nick pulled the buttplug out of him, Kent gave a yelp, to which Bobby inserted the plug in his mouth and told him to get his ass slime off of it. He was next led to a narrow table that he was laid out on where Bobby had Nick remove Kent's shoes and socks. His ankles were next secured in the foot stocks and his arms locked over his head. He could not move his legs at all. He was afraid and tears ran down his face as he tried not to gag on the taste of his own butt that was in his mouth.

On the other side of the room, Danny was laid out on a small table while Luke removed his diaper and washed the filth away with a sponge and bucket that Dalton had given him. His eyes grew bigger when he saw the, what looked to him, giant silver ring running through his piss slit as he washed the red heads penis. "Oh god Danny, I was so scared for you, I'm so sorry they did all this to you." Luke was on the verge of tears.

"It's OK Luke its not your fault, I'm just glad you're here," Danny responded, still trying to get used to talking with the stud in his mouth. "What's with the tail hanging out of your rear end?"

Luke had forgotten about that with the shock of seeing his pin cushioned friend. He blushed and said, "I'd rather not get into that right now, here roll over and let me clean you down there." Danny rolled over and felt almost human again as the filth was washed form him.

"Very well," said White, "for the first punishment, we shall start with our young Australian vagabond, 14 year old Kenthington." He was obviously speaking for the benefit of the many discretely placed cameras in the room. "Bobby wheel over the machine if you please, and the rest of you gather around."

Kent hated being singled out like this, and got even more nervous with all the people right around where he was tied to the table. He got even more anxious when he saw Bobby wheel up the same type of machine that had been used on Luke and him the other night in the guest room. The one that sucked him off and he lost because he didn't cum as much as Luke.

"I found out from a reliable source that the young lad here is quite ticklish on his feet. Nicholas, since I have grown tired of trying to whip any sense into you; your punishment is to help punish Kenthington here. You will tickle his feet with no mercy until I decide he has had enough. If you don't co-operate, I will be forced to consider harsher punishment for both of you. Do you understand?"

Knowing very well how cruel tickle torture can be, but afraid of what would happen to both of them if he didn't do as he was told, he answered, "Yes master."

Kent started panting at just the thought. Last night was horrible! He had wet himself! His toes were curling with anticipation and he closed his eyes, when he heard White speak again.

"Oh yes, how silly of me, I almost forgot. I also want to see how much semen you can produce while being stimulated in two places at once. Daniel lets see what Kenthington thinks of your new tongue stud and get his penis erect with your mouth please."

Danny immediately leaned over and took Kent's soft three-inch [7½ cm] cut piece of Australian tenderloin into his mouth and started sucking on it. As much as Danny hated to admit it, he had missed all the sex he had gotten used to here, and this little tan cutie pie was hot! Kent for his part soon forgot about the upcoming tickling and moaned in pleasure at the exotic sensation of the stud running up and down his ridge. All the pent up lust from earlier in the day came boiling to the surface, and in no time he was moaning in desire. He couldn't hold back any longer, with a scream that caused him to spit the buttplug out his now erect little cum rocket fired into the just as horny Danny's mouth. He was getting ready to swallow when White ordered him to keep it all in his mouth.

"Very good Daniel. Please go give Kenthington's seed to Nicholas, who will be glad to swallow it all."

Danny followed the instructions and walked over to the Mexican looking slave that he also hadn't met yet. He nervously put his lips to Nick's, who opened his mouth and started to draw Kent's spunk form his mouth. Danny was now rock hard. This guy knew how to kiss! Danny who had not orgasmed in over three days, started kissing back hard and grabbed Nicks butt cheeks, pulling them together to rub his cock on the other boys.

White noticed this but did nothing to stop the oversexed red head. "Since you have behaved Daniel, I will allow you to fuck Nicholas here. We can see how well your Prince Albert will hold out."

Danny heard this and looked into Nick's eyes. He wanted to fuck so badly he was going to explode, but he didn't want to force himself on anyone. Nick made it easier by winking at him as if to say he didn't mind. He looked forward to talking to this guy when he had the chance, but right now he had more immediate needs. He turned Nick around and yanked the tail out with one pull, and replaced it with his pale pleasure missile. Danny was out of control with lust as he attacked Nick's rear end with gusto. It only took a few minutes before the three-day supply of built up Danny juice boiled out of his balls and shot deep into Nick's cum dump of an ass. "OOOOHHHHHHH," he screamed as the orgasm shook him to his bones. He dropped back, pulling his slimy cock out of Nick, who now had a generous supply of fuck juice running down the back of his legs.

"Bravo Daniel," White said "Now go with Bobby for your new clothes while we finish setting up our young friend here."

It was obvious to Nick that he was going to be left with Danny's fuck sauce all over him. Luke's friend was a hot little number he thought to himself, and that dick ring felt wild in his ass! In different circumstances he would really like to get in on with him, but for now, he just felt sorry for what he was about to be forced to do to poor Kent.

Kent, who had a minute of pleasure with his blowjob, was now back to being afraid, as White hooked the evil looking tube over his still hard Aussie cock. "Kenthington, I am curious to see just how many times you can shoot in a row before you are dry. The machine will continue to stimulate you until you can no longer achieve a wet orgasm. Nicholas please start to tickle his feet now if you will."

Kent was begging and pleading now, "Please master, I won't trip again I promise, EEEHHG, HA HA HA HA OH GOD STOP HEHEHE OOOHHH."

The tickling had started. His feet were curled as much as the stocks allowed them, but there was no escape. Then the tube around his cock heated up, and started sucking him. The sensation was incredible. He was breathing in gasps and crying and begging for Nick to stop, but the sucking on his cock was non-stop and the tickling was bringing tears to his eyes!

It was also brining tears to Nick's eyes. The tough, proud to be gay youth's heart melted at what he was doing to poor Kent. He wanted to stop desperately, but was afraid they would do to Kent if he did. So he kept at it, running his fingernails up and down the soles the squealing boy's feet. He noticed Kent's eyes roll into the back of his head and squeal with the first orgasm! This went on for another thirty minutes or so, with Kent out of his mind screaming. He had not only orgasmed twice more already but had emptied his bladder into the evil machine.

Nick couldn't take it any more and broke down crying on the floor. "I can't do it any more, I just can't," he sobbed. "Please do anything you want to me, but don't take it out on Kent, you killing him Please, I will do anything!"

White smiled, knowing that he had won again. "Very well Nicholas, You may stop tickling him."

Nicholas just lay on the floor weeping.

Kent breathed a sight of relief. He was momentarily happy, until he felt the relentless sucking continue on his already sore dick! He had already cum three times in under an hour, and he knew he couldn't take much more! The machine didn't care though and just kept on sucking, caressing, and stimulating him. Then he noticed the monitor in the ceiling over his table, White came over and placed headphones on him and the movies started.

Dalton pulled Luke aside, "Get naked Blondie," and pulled the tail out of him.

"Ouch 3;Yes sir."

When he was completely nude, he was led to a set of hanging manacles, and had his arms locked in place and winched up high over his head. Dalton left him there to go enjoy the show unfolding on the other side of the room. Luke wondered what they had in mind for him when Bobby returned to the room with Danny.

White told Dalton, that he was free to take Nicholas back to his room and enjoy him for the rest to the night. "Thank you very much master," and with that he dressed Nick in a white G-string and white tennis Vans and ankle socks and headed back for a night of sex with the guy he most hated on the island. Nick didn't care though, he had spared Kent some pain, and that was worth what he would have to endure tonight. Of course he had two more nights of punishment coming 3;

Danny was now wearing a black rubber half T-shirt that stopped above his navel, with holes cut out for his ringed nipples, and rubber short pants that had holes for his PA'd cock and his ass hole. Black ankle high boots and white knee socks completed the ensemble. Bobby whispered something in his ear and Danny nodded. He walked to where Luke was tied up and placed a collar around Luke's neck, then whispered, they are making me do this Luke."

"Its all right dude," Luke answered.

Danny started running his studded tongue over Luke's left nipple, causing it to swell in his mouth, at the same time he started to play with the other one with his hand. Luke starting purring with delight, even as his wrists were getting numb from being suspended so high. Suddenly the pleasure was replace by a sharp sting as the teeth of a nipple clamp were applied.

"OUCH!" he squealed.

"Gag him!" Bobby ordered.

Luke had a rubber penis gag shoved into his mouth and tightened, before having the second tit clamp applied. He winced when Bobby came up a flicked them to ensure Danny wasn't cheating any. Next Danny got on his knees and started to suck on Luke's cock. The sensation was wonderful, as the now almost expert cocksucker went to town, getting Luke rock hard in a matter of seconds. Danny ran his tongue stud over Luke's piss slit and his cock gave a little spasm, and precum started to flow. All to soon for Luke though the pleasure stopped. He looked down and saw Danny fashioning an evil looking cock cage ball spreader onto him, leaving his engorged penis sticking straight out and his cum filled balls stuck out to the side and vulnerable. He next clamped a spreader bar to his ankles leaving his legs forced about three feet [90 cm] apart. Luke was now frightened, as he couldn't move at all. He heard Kent screaming across the room for them to please turn the machine off, but no one was listening to the poor boy, who's now ultra sensitive cock was on its fifth orgasm.

Luke's attention was brought back on himself though, as Danny, who seemed almost in a trance attached weights to the nipple clamps, causing Luke to yell into his gag as they pulled down on his extended nips. Bobby then handed a leather riding crop to Danny.

"Do I have to sir?" pleaded Danny

White spoke suddenly, "Yes Daniel, you are to be the new dungeon boy here, and you have to get used to punishing boys in this dungeon, that is to be your job from now on so get used to it. Luke here was caught not wearing his stocking properly so he must face the consequences of his careless behavior. If you do well here Daniel, I have high hopes for your future here, you have qualities that I like in a young lad."

Not knowing how to take praise from such a monster, Danny thought it best just to comply and not say anything other than "Yes master." He took the crop from Bobby and looked and Luke. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then Luke just slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Danny raised the crop and brought it down half heartedly onto Luke's thigh, just next to his cock. Danny winced when he saw Luke wreathe in his bonds.

"Daniel, you are to use full force when you strike him, or he won't be afraid of punishment. It is supposed to hurt."

"Yes master." This time, Danny closed his eyes and brought the crop down full force on the opposite thigh, leaving a red mark.

"Very good Daniel, continue please."

Danny started to slap Luke all over with the crop, while White and Bobby egged him on; soon he forgot what he was doing and just started to get into the whipping. He was walking all around the suspended boy leaving no part of his exposed naked body untouched, including his cock. He was starting to get hard from the power he felt over his friend. It was strange and frightening, but he couldn't help it. When White said that Luke had had enough, Danny's dick was sticking straight out of his tight rubber shorts.

"Excellent Daniel, Luke will now remember his punishment, as a reward, you may fuck Luke now, and Bobby, go unhook poor Kenthington from the machine, I'm sure he is long dry. You may fuck him as well."

Bobby almost ran over to Kent, who by this time was in near hysterics. The machine wouldn't stop on his sore dick, he was dry orgasming and it hurt and was driving him crazy. Even if he didn't watch the movie over his head, he couldn't close his ears. The movies were the same as last night, showing his first hell night on the island. Suddenly the headphones were ripped off his head and he saw Bobby undoing the evil machine. He rolled off the table onto the ground grabbing his sore dick.

Danny wasted no time. He was so hot at the sight of Luke's tight suspended body that he went up to him and jammed his cock into him. The whole timed he fucked him he was just mumbling "I'm sorry Luke, I'm sorry Luke, I can't help it."

Luke was crying as well. This wasn't the Danny he knew they were screwing up his mind. There was no love in this attack on him, just raw animal lust from Danny. The Prince Albert ring in Danny's cock was tearing into Luke's un-lubricated butt, causing more pain in addition to the cropping he just received. But more than the physical pain was the fact of what they had done to his friend. Danny grabbed the weights on Luke's tit clamps, and just as he came inside Luke's bowels, he fell back pulling the clamps of with him. Luke screamed into the gag, as Danny just sunk to his knees, holding his still leaking cock in his hand and whimpering.

"Nice show Daniel," White said, "Now unhook him and bring him over to the cage."

Over on the other side of the room, Bobby had his shorts around his ankles, and Kent bent over the table he was recently laying on. Bobby had a whole day's built up lust from watching everything and not touching his constantly hard prick, and he was now taking it out on Kent's pleasure cave. Kent was just so relieved from being released from the tickling and the vile machine that he barely noticed he was being fucked. Bobby didn't care though; Kent's tight little boy pussy was good enough for him. He pounded the tan little cheeks for all they were worth until he squealed and pumped a good sized teen load into Kent. He pulled out, and rubbed the slime off his dick on the incoherent Aussie boys ass cheeks, then pulled his pants back up.

Danny was bringing a now totally naked Luke over to a small cage in the corner and pushed him inside. Bobby followed and shoved Kent in after him. There was barely enough room for both of them to lie inside it. Kent just huddled up into the protective arms of the bigger Luke, silently sobbing. "I want to go home," into Luke's chest. Luke did his best to comfort the cute little guy as he thought much the same thing, wondering how they could ever get out of this living nightmare.

When he thought it was safe to do so, Danny leaned over the bars and whispered, "Please forgive me Luke, I can't help myself, they have done something to me." Luke just nodded to him, still angry and hurt for what he had just done to him, but deep down he knew it wasn't Danny's fault. It wasn't any of their faults, even Dalton or Bobby; it was the fault of all the monsters behind the running of this place. Especially White. When the blanket was thrown over their cage, he just lay back and whispered to Kent. "It will be all right Kent, It will be all right" He fell asleep cradling the younger frightened slave boy.

"Leave them here for the night, and release them back into service in the morning," instructed White as he walked out of the room. He had arrangements to make. He hoped Dalton was enjoying his last night on the island 3;

Chapter 17
The conclusion!

With a sullen look, Nick went over and started to unlace the shiny black Doc Martins that he had given a tongue bath to earlier. Dalton enjoyed the view of the light brown skinned youth bent over at his feet. The white thong he had Nick wearing really set off his complexion Dalton thought to himself. He started to rub Nicks back as he pulled off the first boot. His shorts were already tightening at the thought of having this Latin teens stud at his mercy for the whole night! The next boot was soon off, and he told Nick to stand up and present himself.

Nick knew the drill well. He stood up and put his hands behind his head and his legs apart and looked straight ahead. Dalton stood in front of him and started to undress himself, all the while staring at Nick's near naked body. Even though Nick hated Dalton, he had to admit that he was a great looking young man, as he watched the senior trustee strip his uniform off his tanned muscled body. Soon, Dalton was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a white jockstrap. Nick noticed the large bulge in the pouch of the jock as Dalton walked behind him, out of his view. He soon felt Dalton's palms start rubbing over his nipples and his warm breath on the back of his neck; Nick's own groin gave an involuntary stir. He next felt Dalton's cotton covered package start to rub up and down against his ass, pressing the little string of cloth he was wearing deeper into his butt crack. Despite himself, his nipples were now hard little brown nubs, and he had a small stain in the front of his white G-string. Dalton knew how to push his buttons!

Dalton whispered into Nick's ear, "You know, I have been lonely since they took Timmy away from me." He licked Nick's earlobe causing the brown youth to shudder. "I could make life a lot easier for you here. I know you're a faggot. I could arrange for you to have any boy you wanted here." Dalton's left hand went down to Nick's navel, while his right continued the nipple massage. "You would look awful good in a trustee uniform Nicholas." He licked the back of Nick's neck. "No more punishment, and you could move in here with me." His left hand moved to the now aroused Latin youth's, white nylon covered erection, and started a very sensual massage. "I have always wanted you Nick. Timmy was all right, but I think I could love you." His tongue ran along Nick's spine, while the pressure increased on his chest and his crotch. "You could be my boy, and I could watch out for you, while we both had fun! How does that sound Nick? God you are a hot dude!" Dalton's voice was almost pleading!

Nick didn't know what to think. He hated Dalton, or he thought he did until just now. He didn't know what to make of this latest development. He fully expected to be brutally raped by the ass hole trustee, who had been nothing but cruel to him since that horrible day he was dumped off the airplane, and shoved into a cell with Kent. Now the kid he most hated on the island was being so gentle with him, and so arousing, that he couldn't think straight. Dalton pushed him back onto the bed, so that his legs were hanging over the side. He felt Dalton's mouth cover the small pouch of his G-string, and his tongue working over his rapidly expanding penis. He let out a whimper.

Dalton was losing control himself. He hadn't sucked anyone other than Mr. White off in years. Hell he didn't have to! He could make any kid on the island do anything he wanted, but Nick was different. Something about this kid was different. Maybe because he wasn't afraid of him, he didn't know, but he wanted Nick to want to be with him. He pulled the now transparent white G-string down Nick' smooth brown legs, over the socks and shoes and tossed it on the floor. Nick's erection was now pointing at the ceiling. Dalton now laid his head on Nick's right thigh, and gently blew on the confused, but very aroused slave boy's erect manhood, while he gently played with his tight brown hairless sack. A drop of precum appeared out of Nick's piss slit. Dalton wiped it off with his index finger, and held it up to Nick's lips. Without even thinking about it, Nick started to suck Dalton's finger. This aroused the trustee even more, and he ran his tongue from the bass of Nick's now throbbing member, up the ridge to his brown mushroom like head, and then placed his whole mouth over the erection, and slowly sank his hot wet mouth onto Nick, swallowing him whole.

"MMMmmm, Oh man," panted Nick, as he felt Dalton go down on him. He started to thrust his hips into Dalton's mouth. This can't be happening he thought. This prick had been nothing but a sadistic prick since he met him, and now he is being so tender with him. He felt Dalton's spit slick finger start to work its way into his ass. He spread his legs wider to accommodate him. Soon he felt the finger massaging that magic spot. He started to buck wildly now, as lust took over. Dalton started playing with his ball sack while he finger fucked him, and he had Nicks cock all the way inside his mouth, sucking him like there was no tomorrow!

"Oh fuck Sir 3; I'm going to cum sir! I can't hold it!" Nick screamed. Dalton just kept at it. "AIYEEEE" Nick's thighs clamped around Dalton's head, and he started pumping a hot load of fuck sauce into Dalton's vacuum like mouth.

Dalton sucked Nicholas dry, keeping his mouth over the young Latin's dick until it wilted in his mouth. He crawled up from between Nick's legs and straddled the prone boy. He brought his mouth down onto Nick's and they kissed deeply, with Nick, tasting himself on Dalton's tongue. Dalton got up, and looked into Nick's eyes. "Well, would you like to move in with me?"

Nick was torn. He saw a different side of Dalton tonight, and thought he may be able to like him after all, but become a trustee? No way. He couldn't treat others teens like that. Still he had enjoyed this night so far and didn't want to incur the wrath he new Dalton was capable of. "Sir, I would have to think about it." He hoped that would buy him some time, but he saw a strange look come over Dalton's face.

"Think about it! What the fuck is there to think about! You had the chance to be with me! The senior trustee and you want to think about it! I thought you might be different, but I can see you're just like all the other little fuckwads here. You just blew your chance faggot!" Tears of rage were flying off a Dalton's face as he spit the words out of his mouth like venom! Nick got really scared all of a sudden. It looked like Dalton was almost crazy. "I gave you the chance of your lifetime. I was nice to you! I sucked you off! I wanted you to love me!" He was crying now.

Nick was getting very afraid. "Sir please, I didn't 3;"

"Shut the fuck up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up 3; here!" Dalton ripped off his jock and shoved it into Nick's mouth. He quickly grabbed some rope out of his drawer, and started tying the frightened slave to the bed. His wrists were drawn over his head and secured to the corners of the bed. Dalton grabbed one of his long green socks, and tied it around Nick's head, securing the sweaty, precum stained, jock in Nick's mouth. Dalton grabbed the Van's sneakers on Nick's feet and yanked them off, leaving the tied up boy wearing only white Nike ankle socks. He next tied a rope just under each of Nick's knees, and fastened them over the headboard of the bed, effectively pulling Nick's legs back to his shoulders, making his butt very vulnerable. Dalton's cock, which had softened during his tirade, started to come to life again as he completed his handy work with the ropes. "You're just like all the rest, so you get treated like all the rest, cum bucket!"

Nick looked up to the crazy eyes off his tormentor, and he knew what was coming. He closed his eyes and waited for the rape of his ass to begin 3;

In his office, White put the secure phone down. Excellent, he thought to himself. A cool million-dollar profit and he would be rid of two problems. Dalton needed to go, he was getting too smart for his own good, and that could be dangerous. He threw Nicholas into the deal, as he was tired of the defiant slave, who always seemed to be starting trouble. The private plane was due in four hours that would pick up the two slaves, and deliver them to their new home at the South African estate of one of his clients. His client's agent was already on the island, enjoying himself before he escorted his boss's latest acquisitions back home. The fact that he like to make his slave boys eunuchs, didn't bother White in the least. He thought of his slaves as property, and as a property owner, you were entitled to do as you wished. He would need a new trustee of course, and he decided he knew who it would be. He picked up the in house phone and called Michael and Bobby, and gave them their instructions. After his new trustee got his uniform, he would meet them all at the Seaplane dock, to take delivery of two more new boys. Yes this would be a grand day indeed!

Luke woke up after a few hours sleep, with Kent still cuddled up against him. The steady breathing of his young Australian friend felt reassuring to Luke. He hugged the smaller boy even tighter against him and tried to go back to sleep, but suddenly there was noise and protesting coming into the dungeon.

"Let me go! Please I will do better, don't make me come in here Pleeeassse!"

Luke knew the voice all too well. It was Timmy! The blanket over their cage was removed, and Luke blinked as the bright light flooded the cage. Kent stirred from his slumber as well. They saw Michael and Bobby holding Timmy, who, still dressed as a girl, was struggling with them. Michael slapped Timmy on the face and he stopped struggling. He allowed himself to be chained up by his wrists, so he was practically on his tiptoes. Michael told Danny to open up the cage, and told the two naked slaves to get out.

"There has been a slight change in plans," Michael began. "Luke, go take a shower, and make sure you get nice and clean. Take your time."

"Yes sir," a very confused Luke answered. He was allowed into a private shower, with hot water and plenty of soap. This was the first time since arriving that he had any form of privacy. He wondered what was going on.

Kent on the other hand, was ordered to clean himself off with cold water in a tin basin in front of all the assembled boys in the dungeon. Kent was humiliated when Danny bent Kent over and scrubbed his asshole clean with a cold wash rag, before washing his face with it. He was handed a towel to dry himself with. He was still naked when Bobby told him to go strip Timmy's clothes from him. He gave a questioning look to Michael.

"Our little whore here has gotten herself into trouble. So the Master has decided to let Danny practice on her, and figured you would be a cute replacement for our guests that like little sissy boys," Michael said. "Personally I think you will make a better looking girl then Timmy here. We won't need a wig for you!" He played with Kent's blonde hair. "Now be a good little girl, and go rip the clothes off of your sister whore!" With that he shoved the naked Kent over to quivering Timmy.

Kent was holding back his tears as Bobby gave him some scissors to cut off Timmy's blouse, and training bra. Timmy was crying openly as Kent pulled down his navy blue skirt to reveal his frilly white panties. He next removed the black and white saddle shoes and blue girls style knee socks that he been forced to wear. He now hung by his wrists wearing nothing but the little white panties.

"That's good enough for now baby doll," Michael said. "Danny start with a little warm up."

"Please, I will do anything 3;Don't do this to meeeeee!" Timmy whined.

"Yes sir," Danny said. The stripping of Timmy was enough for Danny to get excited, as everyone in the room could see. His pierced cock was sticking lewdly out of the hole in his skintight rubber shorts, as he went to pick up a cane. Danny could not figure out what had happened to him. He was not ever a violent person, but now, for reasons he couldn't figure out. He was starting to look forward to punishing slave boys. It didn't hurt that it was Timmy stretched out before him. He still remembered his treatment the morning he got here. Now he was crying and pleading for mercy in front of him. He would show mercy all right!

CRACK! The cane flew through the air and landed right at the top of Timmy's thighs, just below the leg openings of his little girl's underwear.

Timmy heard the sound of the rattan striking his tender flesh a split second before he felt it. The impact caused his body to sway forward, and he was trying to keep his footing when he felt the fire spread across the tops of his legs! "AAGH, OUUUUUCH! Oh god that hurts 3; please don't hit me again I 3;"

CRACK!

Timmy let out another screech, as he felt the next blow land right above his panties.

As if in a trance Danny started raining blows down on the twitching screaming lad. He was swinging the cane with one hand and furiously wanking on his cock with the other. Kent was mortified, as he watched welts form all over Timmy's back and legs. His panties were soon cut to ribbons, until finally Danny stopped, panting and out of breath, just having shot a huge load of jizz all over Timmy's ravaged backside! "Very good Danny!" Michael exclaimed. "Take a rest while we get Luke ready. Bobby, go get Luke and come back here, I have a surprise for you too."

"Yes sir," Bobby said, wondering what his superior had up his sleeve.

He returned with Luke, who was dry, but still naked. Michael was waiting with two packages of clothes. He handed one to each of the boys. "You probably didn't know this, but Dalton is leaving us today. The Master is rewarding him for his service, and setting him up as an agent back on the mainland. (White, of course, never told the boys the real fate of the slaves that were sold off; he liked to give them hope) So along with our sissy slut here fucking up, we have some vacancies for trustees. I am now the senior trustee, and Bobby you are hearby promoted from a junior to a full trustee. Here is your new uniform."

"All Right!" Bobby exclaimed. "Thank you sir!" He ran off to change his clothes.

"Which leaves us with who to make a junior trustee." Michael looked directly at Luke. "The master has decided to let me train you as my junior Luke. He feels you have the qualities. So I want Timmy hear to watch as you put on your new junior trustee uniform!"

Luke was mortified. How could they expect him to go along with this! He hated them and everything they stood for, but he had learned that he had no choice in anything on this island hell, so he took the package with trembling hands from Michael. Every one watched as he put on first the dark blue briefs with yellow trim, followed by the blue T-shirt. Next came the blue knee socks and shorts, followed by the uniform shirt and Doc martin shoes. He couldn't believe he was wearing this outfit! He felt like a traitor when he saw Kent glaring at him. He couldn't meet his friend's eyes.

Bobby returned, now wearing the olive drab trustee uniform with the green knee socks, and beaming from ear to ear!

"You look great in that outfit Bobby, and you too Luke. For your first official job as a trustee, I want you to pick out a nice sissy outfit and dress Kent in it," Michael said. "I have brought several items in his, excuse me, her sizes," he laughed.

Kent was pouting, with his lower lip sticking out as Luke walked slowly over to him. "I don't want to be a dumb girl!" he protested. "Please Luke, don't 3;"

CRACK! "OUCH!"

"You call him sir! He is a trustee now shit head!" Bobby had whooped Kent on his naked butt.

"Sorry sir, yes sir," said Kent, with hurt in his words that broke Luke's heart!

"Come on Kent, lets get you dressed," said Luke, taking his young charge by the hand over to the assorted clothes for him. Despite himself, Luke got a little excited at the thought of dressing his friend up. He remembered how aroused he was watching Timmy get treated like a girl. He handed Kent a pair of skimpy white silk panties. Luke noticed Danny was actively stroking his exposed cock, as he watched Kent pull on the panties over his smooth tanned body. Luke next gave Kent a pair of matching white silk stockings. Even he was now hard in his uniform shorts as he watched Kent struggle to pull them up over his thighs and get his feet properly into the unfamiliar attire. A white garter belt completed the outfit, and Michael had to help, as Luke didn't know how female clothes worked. Bobby put a string of pearls around Kent's neck, and giggled.

Kent was humiliated. He never felt so exposed in his life, even though he was wearing clothes. The way all the boys were looking at him made him even more scared. He couldn't believe Luke had made him dress this way, even though deep down he knew his friend had no choice. The one who really scared him was Danny. After watching him cane the shit out of Timmy, he didn't know what to think of him. Luke said he was a friend of his, but so far, he had been very mean to him. Now he was stroking a massive hard on that was jutting out of his kinky rubber suit, and had a look of lust in his eyes. He was splitting his looking between Kent, dressed as a slut, and Timmy, stung up, wearing only the tattered remains of girl's panties. His thoughts were broken as Bobby handed him a pair of white girl's sandals that he slipped over his nylon-clad feet.

"Very good Luke, but she still needs something 3; hmm," Michael pondered, "I know! She would look great with a little pink lipstick on those beautiful dick-sucking lips. I just happen to have some here! Paint our little girl friends lips a pretty pink Luke!"

Luke took the lipstick, and walked to where a disbelieving Kent was waiting. The look Kent had on his face was killing Luke! Still, with a trembling hand he applied the pink coloring to Kent's pouting lips. Tears were falling down Kent's face as Luke backed away, unable to look at his friend and choking back his own tears.

"Don't worry Luke, it will get easier. You will learn that all the slaves except us are just so much meat!" Michael said. "Me and you are going to go get a couple of newbies in a couple of hours, and you will see what I mean!"

Luke wanted to vomit! He couldn't believe they were making him do this, and to make things worse, he found himself momentarily excited at the thought of having power over some poor victims. He also got excited seeing Timmy chained up like he was, and he even thought how nice it would be to fuck him! What had they done to him here!

Michael spoke again, "Well get some lezbo pictures for the catalog, before we meet the plane. Kent, go over and give your girlfriend Timmy a kiss on her puny little dick." He pulled out a camera and set it up next to the chained up boy. Kent slowly walked over to Timmy, the stockings and sandals felt funny to him. He pulled the ragged panties down Timmy's legs, and put his pink painted lips over the bound slave's flaccid member, and started sucking.

Despite his pain, Timmy started responding to the velvet mouth of his fellow sissy boy. He started moaning, and his cock came to life inside Kent's mouth, as Michael clicked away with the camera. It wasn't long before he knew he was going to cum, he wrapped his legs around Kent's head, nearly suffocating the smaller Australian, sissy, putting all his weight on his shoulders. Just as he was about to cum, Danny gave him a swat with the cane on his butt, causing him to yell out and nearly choke Kent when he fired his teen slut load of boy sauce down the throat of the whore dressed cock sucker. Kent fell over, leaving a big gob of boy goo running down his chin, and Timmy spewing the rest of his load down his naked thigh.

Danny, Bobby and Michael thought this hilarious, and Luke just looked in horror. He was ashamed that the cock sucking show, until Danny had hit Timmy had turned him on. Michael picked up Kent, and said they needed to get Kent back to the main hotel for a client, and then to meet a seaplane. He told Danny to do with Timmy as he liked. Danny's dick gave a twitch when he heard that, and he stared at Timmy with a lustful look, as the other four boys left the dungeon.

Nick woke up in a fetal position. His ass was on fire from the brutal rape he had suffered at the hands of Dalton. The former senior trustee had screamed through tears of rage during the whole assault. "Why couldn't you love me!" over and over again as he pounded his cock viscously into Nick's unlubed ass hole, before pulling out and spewing cum all over his chest and face. That was the first time. Over the next few hours, he was whipped, spit on, shoved in the shower and pissed on, only to be hosed off and thrown back on the bed for another round. He almost felt more sorry for Dalton than he did for himself, as he realized the guy was having some sort of break down. He had probably never known real love in his life, and didn't know anything but force and intimidation, learned from the master of such tactics, Mr. White. Still, he was in pain and wanted to get out of here, but almost cried out loud when he remembered that he was only done with the first of three nights of punishment. He felt something twitch inside him, and realized that Dalton had passed out while still spooned inside him. He was trying to figure out how to extract himself without waking Dalton up and starting another round, when without warning the door burst open.

"What the fuck," Dalton blurted until he saw that it was Mr. White walking into his room with another man, who was quite large and wearing a black suit. "Oh, sorry master." Dalton was clearly embarrassed at being woken up with his dick inside Nicholas. He stood up off the bed and was looking for something to hide his nakedness, when White spoke."

"That is quite all right Dalton. Both of you please get in the shower and clean yourselves off. You have two minutes."

"Yes master," both boys echoed and bolted for the bathroom. Normally Dalton would never shower with another slave, but this was clearly a different situation. Both boys quickly cleaned off the previous night's juices off of them, and dried them selves off. They reappeared in front of the two men, still damp, but clean.

"Both of you place your hands behind your necks please," White said.

Nick complied instantly, but Dalton was confused. "Master, have I done 3;"

"Please comply with my instructions Dalton."

Dalton put his hands behind his neck. The other man, who had still said nothing, reached into a bag he had with him and pulled out two collars, they were made of black leather and of very heavy construction, with four metal rings attached to them. Without saying a word he went to the boys and placed a collar on each of them, and locked them in place with a padlock, for which the key went into the silent mans pocket. White went behind the two boys and placed handcuffs on both of them, and locked them to their collars via the rings.

Nick was wondering what was going on, but Dalton was on the verge of panic. How dare they put him in a collar! "Master please, if I have done something?"

"No my boy, you have done nothing, other than get too old. You have outlived your usefulness to me here on the island. You would soon start to think of ways to take over, or escape, or blackmail me, so I have sold you to Mr. DeClerke's boss here." Nodding at the silent man in black. "You were one of my favorites, my boy, but business is business, and you Nicholas, you are a fine looking boy, and a very good whore, but you cause more trouble then you are worth, and I was made an offer for you that I couldn't refuse."

Both boys were nervous now, "Master please, I would never betray you! Please."

"I don't need to listen to you anymore Dalton, my mind is made up."

With that, Mr. DeClerke reached into his bag and brought out two large bit gags, and proceeded to shove one of them into Dalton's mouth and attach it to the side rings on the collar. He cinched it brutally tight, causing Dalton to moan into the gag.

"You BASTARD," Nick cried. "He fucking loves you, and you sell him like so much meat!"

"My dear Nicholas, you are all meat, and both of you have earned me one million dollars today thank you."

The bit was shoved into Nick's mouth and tightened. DeClerke proceeded to shackle the two gagged boy's ankles to each other. Next he reached into the infernal bag and pulled out what looked like a large rubber band. He stretched it over Dalton's scrotum and snapped it in place at the top of his ball sack. Dalton screamed into his gag.

DeClerke seemed satisfied and said something to White in a language that neither slave could understand. White laughed and looked at Dalton with an evil smile that shook the young man to his soul. "I hope you enjoyed your night with Nicholas here Dalton. You have had the last orgasm of your life. It seems your new owner is in need of a eunuch slave to guard his boy harem. Your balls will be cut off when you arrive at your new home, that band is just getting them ready!"

Dalton screamed as much as he could with the gag in his mouth and tried to lunge at White, but being fettered to Nick, all he accomplished was falling in a heap with the other slave, who was also screaming, even though apparently his equipment was to be spared.

"Such behavior!" White said. "I'm sure your new owner will take care of that!"

Dalton was still screaming and struggling when he felt the needle jab into his buttocks. Within seconds, he went limp. Nick was jabbed as well and both boys lost all control and just lay there. They had been injected with a muscle relaxer that did not render them unconscious; they just lost their motor functions.

"That's better, let's get them into the transport cage," they heard White say. They couldn't help it as they were forced into a small, wheeled box, with only small holes for ventilation. White couldn't chance the other slaves on the island to see this, as it might start a mass panic.

The boys felt themselves being wheeled down the path toward the sea plane pier. Minutes later they heard the engines of the approaching aircraft, then heard the splash as it landed and taxied to the pier.

White was smiling as the plane's door opened. Once the cargo was loaded, he would bring out the two new boys and start the initiation process. This would be a fun night to see how Luke would perform as a trustee. His smile faded though when he saw it wasn't his normal handler getting out of the plane. There were two men he did not recognize, wait, one of them was a woman!

"What is the meaning of this!" He thundered, "Who the bloody hell 3;"

The first man said nothing; he just pulled a Glock 10mm pistol out of his belt and shot White in the groin! White grabbed his crotch and doubled over. The man didn't pause though and shot DeClerke between the eyes, killing him instantly. The man spoke into a hand held radio, and four more armed men spilled out of the plane. From over the horizon the sound of approaching helicopters could be heard.

The woman walked over to White, holding a Ruger .22 caliber automatic target pistol. She kicked his legs apart. "Where do you have my nephew you pervert?"

The pain was intense! He was slowly bleeding to death on the ground, and now this woman dared talk to him like this! "I have no idea who you are madam, but if you think 3;"

She shot his left kneecap.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH."

"Luke Hewlett the fourth, where the hell is he?" She aimed the pistol at his other knee.

"Wait! Don't shoot please! Luke should be on his way here, god don't shoot please!"

"I have no other use for you. I should let one of these boys do this, but you have fucked up their minds enough without adding murder to their troubles. Although this is hardly murder!" She shot his other knee and left him on the grass bleeding to death to go find her nephew.

Sylvia Hewlett took it hard when Luke ran away. She thought he would love to travel to an overseas school, but never having a child of her own, she realized she handled the whole situation badly. She called her brother Luke's Uncle Mark, who had spent time as a CIA agent before choosing a safer way of making a living.

Mark called in all his favors, and Luke was traced to the truck that had picked him up. Some friends of Mark caught up with one Benjaman Harvel, who decided that living was far preferable to the alternatives offered to him by the men who had him naked and wired to a car battery. For the last two weeks, Mark had his friend at the NSA breaking into White's computer system, and it was relatively easy from that point. Mark was aghast at what he saw on the resort's video feed. He compiled a list of all the client's and with his friends help, one minute before the raid on the island was to begin, all assets of these perverted millionaires were redirected into a Swiss bank account that would be divided equally by all the victims of this island hell. An email was sent to them saying that they were free to argue this, but that all the files of the resort would be sent out worldwide to Interpole as well as the mass media in two days. They had that long to turn themselves in or kill themselves. Mark had no intention of ever actually doing this. It would destroy what was left of these poor boys. He knew that most of these bastards were cowards and would make his job easy. He had the means of taking care of any stragglers or the ones foolish enough to try to run.

Luke, Michael and Bobby were standing along the path while a guest was fondling Kent in front of them, begging to know when he could sign up to have this beautiful little 'girl' when they heard what sounded like shots coming from the pier. They all looked at each other; that was strange; the skeet range was on the other side of the island. Suddenly strange men with guns burst out of the brush besides the trail, the first one leveled his rifle at the man and shot him dead without a word.

"You boys, get down to the pier and stay there." The men continued toward the main hotel. All the boys now heard helicopters descending on the island and looked up to see the mercenaries rappelling out of the choppers. They all started running to the pier, Kent worried that the soldier or whatever he was saw him dressed like this, not even thinking that he had just seen a man gunned down in front of him.

Further down the path the boys ran into a woman coming up the path. Luke stared at her for a moment before recognition came to him. "Aunt Sylvia?"

"Luke? Oh my god it is you, thank goodness your all right!" She ran to him and hugged him.

Luke was so overwhelmed. Could this nightmare be over? "Oh God I'm so sorry I ran away."

"Shush, don't worry about that. I'm so glad we found you!"

The other boys just looked at each other. All of a sudden, they were just boys again. Not trustees, not slaves, or sex toys, just boys. Kent was very aware now what he was dressed like in front of Luke's aunt, and was very embarrassed. He started to wipe the lipstick off of himself and rip the stocking and garters off. When he got flustered at the task he just sat down and started to cry. Sylvia saw this and knelt down next to Kent. "It's all right honey, don't worry, I know none of this is your fault."

"Th-thanks ma'am," Kent sputtered out.

Luke took his hand and pulled him up, then looked at the others, "Let's get down to the pier."

They ran into Danny, who was carrying Timmy in his arms. Timmy was covered in welts and naked, as was Danny now. "I almost killed him!" He was mumbling to himself. "I almost killed the poor kid."

Amidst the gunfire and buzzing helicopters, the six boys joined the two hundred or so others on their way to the pier. All were confused, some were crying, others were relieved, some just didn't believe it could finally be over. Once on the beach, some of the more viscous trustees had to be separated from the other boys by the soldiers, as some had already been attacked by groups of revenge seekers. Luke quickly shed all of his uniform except for the shorts, so no one would attack him. He sat with his aunt and his small group, including Danny, Timmy, and Kent. Michael and Bobby had sought solace among the other trustees. They witnessed the adults pulling a comatose Nick and Dalton out of the box and laid out flat. Medics were attending them so Luke was happy that his friend Nick would be OK. Luke's Aunt, as the only female so far in the group, became the make shift Mom to all the confused boys, so once she was sure her nephew was OK, she spent her time going from group to group, giving encouragement and love where it was needed.

After the sweep of this island was complete, the boys were ferried via helicopter to a waiting cargo ship that had been converted to an impromptu hospital ship. It had a full staff of psychologists on board as well as medical doctors to help the boys' transition back to society. The boys that had families that could be tracked would be reunited with their loved ones in Perth, where the ship was heading. As for the orphans, and street kids, they were all now rich enough to live very comfortable lives, and there was a staff of private lawyers hired to ensure they were not taken advantage of.

Luke was sharing a stateroom with his uncle and aunt, and was finally getting used to the idea he was free again. While his aunt and uncle were with the Captain of the ship on the first day of the journey back to Australia, he heard a knock on his door. He opened it and there was Kent, now dressed in non-descript shorts and T-shirt. Luke was happy to see him, but noticed Kent did not look happy. He invited the cute Australian 14-year-old into his cabin.

"What's wrong Kent? You look pretty miserable for someone who is finally free!"

"Oh, I'm very glad your aunt and uncle freed us, It's just that 3;" The cute youngster burst into tears.

"What's wrong Kent?" asked Luke genuinely concerned.

"I have no where to go! I was living on the streets, before they took me, and I don't want to go back!" Kent was sobbing uncontrolled now.

"Shh, it's OK Kent. I have already asked my aunt, and I think I have it worked out" He pulled the sobbing boy to his chest and hugged him tight.

"What do you mean Luke? I can't go to a home, I couldn't take it!"

"How would you like to be my brother? My Uncle can arrange the papers, and money sure won't be a problem."

"Oh god Luke! I would love nothing more!" The two boys embraced.

And so it was as the ship sailed to Australia. Luke and Kent would go back to the States as brothers (very special brothers!). Danny was re united with his family, who took Timmy in with them as a second son. Nick and Dalton used their money to start a life together as they pursued College degrees in California, and Bobby and Michael stayed in Australia to start a life together. The rest of the boys used their acquired wealth to settle around the world, depending on where they were from. They all needed years of counseling, but for the most part settled back into society with little problems. Not much was ever heard about the terrible Island, although there was much media speculation about a worldwide rash of suicides of very wealthy people.

Years later, several middle aged millionaires got together on a deserted island to reflect and say a toast. They all raised their glasses together "To those before us, who didn't make it off! Here here."

The End