*--* Qmodem Capture File 07/22/90 19:56:08 *--* ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK -------------------- by Mike Khan Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Andy McDonald The sun cast an orange glow over The Grove as it set in the Great South Bay as if consuming all of Fire Island in its flame. Nick Morell walked along the boardwalk. The gentle autumn breeze caressed his long, brown hair as he hurried on his way. Nick's 5'7" stature cast a shadow on the walks much greater than his height. His defined features created a handsome picture in the late afternoon light. He walked past the fairy tale houses with their unique names - Helping Hand, First-on-Main, Utopia, Ballroom, Shadows. Nick's lover had been away from the Island for a week and he was feeling lonely. His mind wandered as if seeking some unanswerable quest. It was then in front of Bangkok that Nick first met Steve. Steve Tyson was new to the Grove. He was visiting friends at Press [ENTER] to continue; N for nonstop; or K for main menu: "Home" and had decided to go for a walk. Nick became entranced by Steve's steel-blue eyes as they approached each other. Steve was medium height but his muscular build showed through his tight white sweatshirt. He smiled as Nick approached. After a brief introduction, Steve suggested that the two return to Steve's house as it was getting colder now and he thought they could get better acquainted. Nick hesitated. "Well," he told Steve," I do have a lover." Steve stared into Nick's brown eyes. Nick was totally enchanted by the handsome stranger as if some unearthly power had overcome him. He looked down at the bulge in Steve's tight 501 jeans and smiled. The two boys both read the name of the house near the place where they stood. "Bangkok"! Each smiled as if the same idea had come over them. Nick thought for a second and then decided that they should go to his lover's house on the beach. After all, Nick's lover, Mike, wasn't do back until the next day. The two youths walked towards the ocean front house as the sun slowly sank in the west. Windjammer was a beautiful home which Nick's lover had built by the ocean. The ranch style home had a traditional Grove look to it. The back deck, however, contained a large California hot tub. The wooden decks and outer walls of the house had turned grey from the salt air. Two huge sliding glass doors opened from the decks into a spacious living room. Inside, flanked by the glass doors, was a brass fireplace built into the wall in such a fashion that a visitor could watch the fire burn and the waves on the beach simultaneously. The two youths entered through the front door. Steve was impressed with the quiet elegance of the room. Nick immediately went to build a fire while Steve walked over to the deck doors. "Hey!" Steve exclaimed," nice tub." He opened the doors and walked out to the hot tub on the back deck. "Think we could use it to relax a little?" Nick smiled and turned the controls of the tub on. Soon the water was steaming from the heat in the cool night air. The two boys quickly undressed and sank into the warmth of the swirling waters. The only light came from the faint glow in the west and the dim lights built under the decks. "MMMMMMM, this is great", Steve said. His eyes looked lovingly at Nick's nervous expression. Without a word he moved over to Nick's side of the wooden tub. "So, you like the place?" Nick asked. "Yeah, but not as much as the host," Steve replied. He took him into his arms and they kissed passionately. Steve then took a deep breath of air and dove into the swirling waters. He moved his mouth over Nick's seven inches of manhood and began to suck hard until he could hold his breath no longer. Nick did not say a word. The look of contentment on his face revealed his inner thoughts and desires. Steve repeated his action and went down into to the waters. He reached up with his hands and fondled the nipples on Nick's hairless chest. Nick moaned with delight. Steve came up for air again. Nick suggested that the two go inside to continue their play. The two youths left the warmth of the tub and ran into the house. The fire Nick had built earlier created a pleasant warmth while casting a soft glow throughout the room. The boys dried each other while feeling the muscular contours of the other's body. They fell onto the soft rugs to continue the passion they had started outdoors. Nick kissed every part of Steve's soft, muscular body. Slowly he worked his way down and took Steve's hard cock into his mouth. As Nick sucked on Steve's tool, Steve grabbed Nick's head and forced him to take his cock deep into his throat. Nick began to lick Steve's throbbing shaft. He licked his large balls and then continued sucking his rod. Steve moved his body down to take Nick's cock into his mouth again. Both sucked with vigour so that the slurping echoed in the room. They each released their protein into the other's mouth and lay back to rest before renewing their pleasure. Steve then noticed a set of handcuffs which were bolted into the wall. "You into this?" he asked Nick. Nick replied by handing him the key. Steve took Nick's arms and handcuffed him to the wall. Nick looked hot; his muscular body gleaming in the dim light. Nick's arms were tight over his head as his body lay on the soft, blue carpet. The sight of this hot boy manacled to the wall made a nervous thrill rush through Steve's body. He wanted him again - badly! Steve took a tube of K.Y from a nearby shelf. He lubed Nick's lovehole and worked the ointment into his body with his fingers. First one, then another, and then a third finger he pushed into Nick's ass. But, he wanted more and so did Nick. Steve lubed his tool, and slowly pushed his throbbing, thick eight inch cock into Nick. He pushed harder and harder, sucking on Nick's erect nipples as he fucked him. Steve loved fucking Nick. He couldn't get enough of him and pushed stronger and deeper into his body. Nick groaned with a mixture of pain and delight as Steve rammed his tool into Nick's body. Both boys moved as one unit as Nick felt the strength of his young master deep inside of him. The tight cuffs began to dig into Nick's wrists. His face showed a slight expression of pain, but he revelled in each thrust that Steve made into his body. His own cock was rock hard and ready to burst at any moment. Both boys were covered with the sweat of their passion and the room resounded with the cries of their pleasure. Then, without warning, the glass doors to the terrace slammed shut with such a force that the glass shook in its base. The heat of passion was replaced by a sudden, terrifying sensation. Both youths stared with unexpected fear at the tall man dressed in Black leather pants, boots and jacket who stood glaring from the doorway. He was a handsome man even in his anger. His dark, Italian features were complemented by the leather. His moustache formed a perfect line over his lips and his brown eyes were seething with rage. As the figure moved forward, Nick's heart jumped from anxiety as he saw the face of his real master enter the room. With anger of a man whose possessions were being stolen, Mike smashed his mirrored glasses against the wall causing them to shatter. He moved towards the embracing youths, still joined as one, to seek his just vengeance. Mike grabbed Steve by the back of his hair and yanked him off of Nick's body. He took the handcuffs from his waist and secured Steve's arms behind his back. Taking some tape off the shelf, he put the wide adhesive strip over Steve's mouth and threw him against the floor. He put on the in-ceiling room spotlights and turned his attention towards Nick. Nick was filled with anxiety and fear as his lover approached him. He could see the raging anger in Mike's eyes. As Mike came closer, Nick felt his body go into a sweat. He was about to pay for his disloyalty. "You ungrateful pig!" he shouted as he released Nick from the cuffs which held him to the wall. He took a chrome chain and secured it around the boy's neck. Nick knelt at his master's feet afraid to move for fear of what Mike would do. "Lick them!" he ordered as he put his boot in front of Nick's face. Obediently, Nick licked his master's boots. Mike then took him and tied his hands with ropes to hooks that were in the ceiling. As the boy hung with his face against the wall, his master took a leather strap to his body Each crack of the strap against Nick's back made Steve fill with fear. He wondered what his turn would bring. Yet, Steve felt a new sensation come over him as he watched his friend submit to the leather strap. His cock was becoming hard and he found himself almost enjoying the spectacle. Mike released Nick from his fetters. He laid the boy face-up on the floor and spread his legs. Mike then removed the Leather jacket and shirt that he was wearing. Steve saw that Mike had a handsome figure and a hairy chest. The hair on his chest was formed like silk. Mike then removed his pants revealing a large, thick cock. He stood like an eagle over its prey. Nick looked up at his master with wanting eyes as if begging to have Mike's tool fill him. "Beg for it," Mike ordered. Nick looked up pleading for his lover to fill him with his love. But this would not be the reward for treachery. Mike went over and took a large rubber toy from a drawer. He covered it with lubricant and knelt down between Nick's legs. He took his fingers and worked the lubricant into Nick's hole. Then he positioned the large toy and rammed it without mercy into the boy. Nick tried to hold back his scream but gasped loudly. "You don't deserve the love you received," Mike said. He shoved the boy over to the side as if disposing of something unwanted He then turned his attentions towards Steve. Mike looked down at the helpless youth. "Hmmm!" he thought, "not too bad." He pulled the hard adhesive off of Steve's mouth with one sweep of his hand, then slapped him with his backhand. "So," he said, "you think nothing of stealing someone else's property." Mike took two tit-clamps and positioned them tightly onto Steve's erect nipples. He removed the handcuffs binding Steve's hands and forced him to lie on his stomach on the floor. Mike rubbed his hands over the smooth contour of Steve's firm buns. Mike slapped Steve's beautiful ass vigorously until it took on a reddish glow. Steve began to tear from the pain but felt a growing desire to be Mike's slave. Mike took the lube and buttered Steve's tight hole. Steve was growing in anticipation of what he was about to receive. He found himself wanting this hot man to take possession of his body. Mike slowly pushed his throbbing cock into Steve's ass. Steve was tight and he began to moan as Mike worked himself deeper and deeper into him. Steve's face tightened as Mike's cock spread his tender opening. He bit his lip but inside he wanted to satisfy the man on top of him. Mike had worked his nine inches into Steve's body and began to fuck him with great vigour. He moved faster and harder with each stroke almost forcing the air out from Steve's body. Both broke into a sweat and with a sudden jerk Mike unloaded his vengeance into Steve's lovehole. Nick lay in the corner ignored. His body felt not physical pain but only mental anguish at the sight of his master, his lover, having sex with another person. Tears filled his eyes as he began to realize that Mike might be lost to him forever. Mike lifted Steve from the floor. He removed the tit-clamps which by now had put deep purple marks on Steve's chest. He looked into Steve's blue eyes and the two were suddenly deeply embraced. Mike led Steve towards the bedroom. "Let's make love now," he suggested. "All right," Steve softly replied with a tender smile as he willingly followed into the bedroom. The room had a kingsize water bed in the middle of it. Steve laid back onto the warm, moving mattress as his new love lowered himself onto his body. Steve wanted him more than before. He felt his insides burning with an almost uncontrollable desire as Mike passionately kissed him and held him close. Mike took full control of Steve, loving him more and more with each move. He inserted his throbbing cock again into Steve's waiting hole and pumped him with more love with each thrust. Nick couldn't stand the sounds coming from the bedroom. He felt his soul cry out for his lost love. He removed the chain from his neck and put his jeans back on. He went into the kitchen and thought of the alternatives. If he couldn't have Mike, he thought, then no one should. He moved with determination towards the bedroom. Mike and Steve moved as one person in their newfound love. Each thrust of Mike's cock made Steve become more filled with want for him. Neither was aware of the door to the room opening. Suddenly, Steve screamed as the blade of Nick's raised knife reflected the outside moon and thrust forward towards the lovers' bed. The blade lunged forward towards the water bed. Mike and Steve moved out of its path. Nick's body hit the bed with a great force causing the knife to burst the bed like a gigantic water balloon. The three sank in one tangled mass into the mattress as it ripped open sending streams of water everywhere. Mike quickly recovered himself and grabbed Nick by the back of his neck throwing him against the door. Steve ran into the bathroom to get towels. Mike picked Nick up again and dragged the struggling boy into the living room. He attached his wrists to the cuffs that were still suspended from the ceiling beam. Mike took two larger bright metal clamps and fastened them onto Nicks nipples. He turned the fastened screws tight until Nick was about to scream from the pain. "What the fuck were you trying to do!" Mike screamed, spitting on the manacled youth. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Mike pulled a whip from the wall, raised it as if to strike, then stopped suddenly. "Hmmm," he was thinking, "no, you'll enjoy it too much. I have a much better idea." He then retreated to the next room where Steve had dried himself and was cleaning some of the mess. Mike picked up a towel and dried the remainder of the water from his body while he made an urgent call to a friend. "Come with me," he ordered at Steve. Steve just stared into the air. Mike's patience had been pushed to the limit. He took a collar and chain from behind the bedroom door, attached it to Steve's neck, and pulled the still naked boy into the next room. Mike sat Steve on the floor nearby Nick and proceeded to put on his leather pants. At this moment the glass doors opened. A tall, ominous figure entered the room. Slowly he walked into full light. He was a tall, handsome, black man. He appeared to be very muscular and stood about 6'2". His face had high cheekbones, deep-set brown eyes. His sculptured nose was framed by a sleek moustache. He was dressed in black leather shorts and boots, had leather wrist bands, and wore a leather and chain half-harness. This hot man breathed sex from every part of his body. "Paul," Mike addressed him. "Thanks for coming by." "Always willing to oblige a friend," he replied in a sensuous tone. "So, you're Nick," he said placing the edge of the riding crop he was holding in his right hand close to Nick's cheek. Without notice he smashed the crop across Nick's body with such vigour that Steve shuddered even where he was sitting. "Well now, let's see, my friend, what it will take to teach you to behave." Paul picked up the leather whip that was lying on the table. He raised his muscular arm and struck hard against the boys tender, white back. One! Two! Nick's body jerked with each strike as a sharp sensation passed through him. Three! Four! Nick pulled harder on the cuffs causing them to tighten even more onto his wrists. Five! Six! Paul's beautiful frame began to break into a slight sweat as he administered the punishment to his victim. Seven! Eight! Steve looked on like a spectator at a circus, his mouth wide, his eyes sparkling with a strange delight as if he wished he could change places with Nick. Nine! Ten! Mike's leather pants began to show a bulge as he watched this powerful man subduing the boy. Nick's body was tense from the pain, yet his cock stood hard like a rock. Paul released his slave from the cuffs and laid him across the top of a wooden table in the centre of the room. The hard surface against his tender back caused Nick to feel the product of the whip. Paul took a tube of lube into his hands. Obediently, Nick spread his legs apart. Paul spread generous amounts of lube into Nick's hole. He also lubed a large, rubber device. The rubber toy resembled a cock but was much longer and very thick. Mike tied Nick's hands together under the table and then held Nick's legs back over his head as Paul took careful aim with the toy. Slowly, he began to force it into Nick's ass. Nick winced as his muscles stretched as the large device was pushed deeper into him. Paul pushed harder and harder, hammering the bottom of the toy to force it into his slave boy. Nick's body was sweating as he tried to show no sign of the torment he was feeling. Each push into the boy caused him to moan louder and louder. When his moans reached fever pitch, he pulled out the toy which emerged with a loud, popping sound. Nick's cock still was hard. Paul pushed the boy onto the floor. He removed his leather shorts, revealing his own large, thick, black tool. He lifted Nick's legs over his head and pushed his own cock into Nick's well-worked hole. Paul then removed his cock and forced the boy to turn over on his knees. He bent him forward and proceeded to fuck him again, this time dog style. He rammed his projectile unmercifully into the boy. Deeper and harder with each stroke until he shot his load into Nick's ass. Nick loved the feel of his black master inside of him and shot his own load as he received that of his new owner. The sight of these two deeply engaged in hot sex caused Mike's own cock to stand rock hard. He removed his clothes and grabbed Steve by his slave collar. He forced him to bend over the table where Nick had been tortured. Steve obeyed, and spread his legs wide apart. Mike pushed his cock deep inside of Steve's lovehole, working it hard inside of him, causing Steve to bang into the table with each thrust. Steve wanted Mike more and more. The mixture of love and pain excited him with such intensity that he shot his load onto the table and Mike released his juices into Steve. The two fell onto the floor together feeling a great relief. Mike looked at his handsome friend, Paul. "Thanks," he said. "Pleasure was mine," Paul grinned as he dressed. He looked down at Nick who was resting on the floor. "You don't mind if I take him with me?" Paul asked Mike. Mike smiled and replied, "Enjoy". Paul gave Nick his clothes. He attached a collar to Nick's neck Nick followed as his new master led him out the door. Meanwhile, Steve had been putting the room into some order. He came across a strange looking card on the shelf. It was decorated in oriental styles. Mike saw him reading it. He smiled. "Since you're here you might as well go with me tomorrow," he said to Steve. "Where?" Steve questioned. "To the largest party this Island will see for a long time to come. Tomorrow night, in the Pines. It's a Siamese theme party called 'One Night in Bangkok' and I can promise it will be an event that is not to be missed." Steve smiled as Mike took him into his arms and wondered what it could all mean. That last Saturday in September was most unusual. The temperature had reached record breaking highs for the day, and on that night the moon was bright and full against a black, starry sky. It appeared as if the summer had not yet rested but was indeed still present to enhance this night in particular Mike and Steve had started at about midnight to cross the wooded park which separates Cherry Grove from the Pines. Mike stood tall this evening in the finest imported black leather pants which wrapped tightly around is body. His paper-thin leather shirt was opened to his waist, revealing his hairy chest. He carried his jacket over his shoulder. The hat crowning his head looked to be from a German submarine commander. Steve wore his tight jeans, lumberjack shirt, and jean style jacket. He wondered as they walked the moonlit paths, passing an occasional couple engaged in some pre-party activities, what this grand party could be like. Why had Mike insisted that they must go? As they walked along Pines Boulevard they could see the bright glow of the lights coming from their destination. They turned on the boardwalk and proceeded towards a large house built on the edge of the Great South Bay. The lights grew brighter and Steve could distinguish a line of uniquely dressed guests waiting to be permitted to enter the party. Mike guided Steve past this line and walked directly to the man dressed in a Siamese guard's uniform. Before the guard spoke, the host called out from inside, directing the guard to allow them to enter. "Hey man, glad you could make it," the host said kissing Mike on his cheek. "So, this is the lad you told me about on the phone," he said giving Steve a close scrutiny. "Not bad. Maybe you wouldn't mind sharing the wealth." The host smiled lecherously at Steve. "Max, you'll never change," Mike replied laughing at his host. Max was an older man, dressed in an elaborate costume as the King of Siam. In a way he was a king and his home, "Paradise", was one of the finest on all of Fire Island. It was built on three acres of wooded land that boarded on the Great South Bay. The house itself was two large towers joined by a large mid-section made entirely of glass. Each tower had stairs leading down towards a large pool yard. The pool, however, was covered by a large wooded platform. Already people were dancing on the platform and on the tops of both towers. Max had the decorators for the party make the house look Siamese in every respect. There were statues of Buddha and Thai houseboys in every section. He would faithfully prove to live up to his Bangkok theme in many respects. Surrounding the house was a large woods. They were dimly lit, but were alive with people. As one would walk along the paths there were small way-stations where crisco or other lubes and necessities were strategically placed. Back inside the house there were bars set up to serve the hundreds of invited guests and last minute arrivals who came to the house. Many of the favourite bartenders from the City's famous clubs were on hand to help with the festivities. Max had sent out over 2500 invitations to people on the Island and in the City. Everyone who was anyone was coming. In terms of Fire Island society the gathering glittered. Drags in every array of costume covered the house. Men in leather and jeans danced, ripping off their shirts as they worked their hot bodies to the beat of the music in the unusually warm night air. Mike and Steve joined the crowd which was gathering near the platform. The dancers had dispersed as Max came on stage to announce the first event for the evening. When Max stepped off stage a young Siamese boy started to dance, stripping off his costume to the beat of the music. He had a handsome, muscular well-tanned smooth body which glistened under the night lights. The crowd was mumbling about his beauty, each wishing he could be the first to open up this young, virgin boy's hole. Suddenly, four large musclemen in tight leather jeans jumped onto the stage. They grabbed the boy and striped off the last piece of his clothing. One of the men grabbed a table from the side and they threw the young boy facedown on top of it. His soft, well-rounded buns were positioned by two of the musclemen. A third held him down and the fourth prepared him for his performance. The crowd cheered as the man pulled off his leather jeans revealing his large, pulsating cock. He positioned himself and slowly forced his cock into the youth. The boy cried out as the man rammed his power tool into his ass. Harder and faster he worked the boy's tendered ass. The crowd cheered and applauded when they knew that he had released his load into the lad. The second man now prepared to mount the youth. He first grabbed a paddle from a member of the crowd and smacked the young boy across his firm buttocks. The crowd cheered with each smack, like the audiences of ancient Rome watching the games at the coliseum. Bang! The muscleman hit with such force that the paddle broke. The boy squealed as the muscleman came up from behind him and rammed his cock into the boy to seek relief. The third man stood in front of the boy's face and forced his cock down his throat. The boy was sweating as he worked this third man's tool while his tight hole was stretched by the second man who fucked him mercilessly. But the crowd wasn't satisfied. They demanded more of a spectacle. By now the fourth man's cock was rock hard. He had pulled of his pants and stood rubbing his cock faster and stronger with his hand as he watched the Siamese boy sucking one hot man while being fucked by a second hot stud. He stood near the first violator and together they jerked themselves off, shooting their loads onto the boy's body while the others released their cum into his mouth and ass. The crowd applauded as the show came to a close and went to gather drinks and danced before the next event. Mike and Steve had begun to wander away from the crowd towards the paths into the woods where many of the guests had already wandered. The spectacle had aroused both of them. Their own cocks were ready to burst from their clothes and they were seeking hot action of their own. The woods were filled with men on the prowl, each seeking his own form of satisfaction that evening. The bright moon overhead cast an eerie, bright light throughout. As Mike and Steve walked down the narrow, twisted paths, they could hear the sounds of men engaged in what men like to do best. Occasionally the smack of leather straps against raw flesh would break the air. This would inevitably be followed by mixed groans of pain and ecstasy. The handsome pair walked farther from the festivities of the main house. As they neared the bay, they could see the forms of hundreds of men dancing on the roofs and platforms of the great house. The sound of the pulsating music beat hard like the heart of a man in heat. While they walked, Mike began to feel a strange apprehension. He turned to check on Steve who was directly behind him. He stopped in his tracks and began to kiss Steve passionately under the night lights. They became deeply entranced with each other. Mike started to remove Steve's jeans when suddenly three men appeared from nowhere. They were large and powerful in appearance, but were not like the other guests at the party. One was brandishing a chain and smashed Steve over the head, knocking him out cold. The other put a cloth over Mike's mouth. All Mike could feel was that his body was growing numb and reality was beginning to blur away into an unfamiliar sleep. Steve's head hurt him as he awoke in a darkened room. He had little idea of where he was. From the sound of water hitting against the wooden room surrounding him, he thought he might be in the hold of a ship. His hands were tied tightly with wet ropes behind his back, and his ankles were secured to each other. He worked his way over towards a front wall that had a crack in it which permitted a sliver of light to enter the small chamber. Steve peered through the opening to see if he could distinguish what was happening. Through the opening Steve saw a handsome blond boy in his teens. He was lying face up on a bed. He had long hair, blue eyes, and a finely formed muscular body. An older man entered the room. Steve couldn't make out his features that well, but he was older and laid down on top of the boy. Steve watched as the man forced his cock into the boy's soft ass. The boy resisted the older man's advances. He was struck several times hard across the face. Finally, he submitted. The man fucked him hard while sucking on his nipples which were firm and erect. Steve's own cock was ready for action, but he couldn't even jerk himself off since his hands were firmly tied. Steve could hear the older man cum. The young boy sighed with a relief as the older man left. Steve watched the boy, becoming more desirous of having him. While he dreamed, another man came down from the floor above and repeated the acts of the earlier man on the helpless lad. Steve tried to free himself from his ropes but was helpless to do anything. He sat wondering what was to be his fate. His anticipation mounted as the door to the room was flung open. A man with a greyish-black beard grabbed Steve and threw him into the lit room. The blond boy was no longer lying on the bed. Steve could tell now that he was on a boat. The faint sound of music could be heard in the distance, so he realized he was close by the shore of the Island. "Hey Jake! " a voice shouted from above, "what's going on down there?" "Not much," he shouted back, "just checkin' out the merchandise." Jake ripped Steve's shirt from his body. He started to suck on Steve's nipple, biting hard, making deep purple marks in the skin. He took a knife from his belt and cut the ropes from around Steve's ankles. Steve started to kick his captor. Jake rammed his fist into Steve's stomach, knocking him breathless onto the bed. Before Steve could recover, Jake had cut the ropes around his wrists and replaced them with handcuffs attached to the bed. Jake pulled Steve's jeans off of him. The youth resisted, but his resistance was met with Jake's hand hard across his face. Jake pulled Steve's legs up and tied a cord from both of his ankles to the base of Steve's balls. He pulled Steve's legs down to the bed, pulling down hard on Steve's cock and balls, and chained them to the end of the bed. While he was preparing his prey, another man walked down the stairs. "He's got a lot of fight in him, Ed ," he said to the man who had entered the cabin. I sure we can break him of that, " Ed replied removing his shirt. Ed was in his late forties, had a large frame and a tattoo on his shoulder. He had a hard face with a small scar. He looked at the chained boy, hitting Steve's cock until it was red and hard. Ed pulled of his jeans. He cut the cord from around the boys cock and ankles. Ed spread Steve's legs and positioned himself near Steve's cock. Ed forced his ass down over Steve's face while he sucked hard on Steve's cock. Jake grabbed Steve's head and forced him to eat out Ed's ass. Ed stopped sucking Steve's beautiful cock He sent Jake up-deck. Jake returned with the blond boy that Steve had admired earlier. "You like him? " Ed direct at Steve pulling hard on the blond boy's hair. Ed forced his head between Steve's legs and made the boy lick Steve's hungry hole. The boy's tongue massaged the opening of Steve's hole, causing Steve's cock to grow hard again. The boy pushed his tongue into Steve' ass making Steve to start to groan. Jake played with Steve's nipples and forced Steve to kiss him passionately. Ed tied the young boy against the post so he could watch as the two older men enjoyed Steve's body. Ed rammed his cock into Steve, pumping hard and fast with such force that Steve cried out from the pain. Ed released his load, allowing Jake to take his turn on the boy. When Jake had released his load into Steve, he took a razor and shaved off the helpless young man's pubic hairs. "See, I knew we could break him, " Ed said to Jake as the two went above deck, leaving Steve chained to the bed. Steve lay there humiliated that this young boy would watch him being so badly abused. His fear returned as he heard the motor of the boat charge up, and the vessel began to move. The blond boy looked at Steve and spoke. "We belong to them now, " he said as tears filled his eyes. Steve was silent as the sounds of the motors roared louder He thought of Mike and what was happening with him. Had Mike given him up for lost? He couldn't sleep, he could only just think..... Jon was happily walking along in the woods nearby "Paradise". The night was still young and he was hoping for some more action. He pulled the collar on his silk shirt, rubbing his hands through his brown hair. He lost his footing as he walked. "Damn, " he thought, "what was that?" He looked down and screamed with such vigour that he was heard throughout the woods People rushed to his aid from every direction to find him standing, pointing his figure at a mass of black leather on the ground. One man, dressed as a cowboy, bent down and turned over the seemingly lifeless body of the man in black leather. "Miiike!" Jon gasped as he gazed at the leather man's face. The limp body of the man in leather was carried back to the main house. Max had located a doctor who examined his injured friend who had been placed in his bedroom. The party outside continued as the host thought it best to try to keep the majority of the partiers from learning what had happened. Word of the incident, however, had already spread throughout the party and drug overdose was the generally accepted reason for the accident. This was not the case, as Max knew that Mike didn't use drugs. However, he thought it best to keep the truth from the crowd to avoid any panic. Meanwhile, the local fire department had been summoned to bring one of their emergency carts. Mike's limp body was carried out and placed on the electric cart while the doctor assisted the patient. The cart was driven down the boardwalks to the beach where the police helicopter was waiting to take the victim to the hospital on the mainland. Max and the doctor rode in the helicopter along with Mike. The dim morning light cast an eerie greyish-blue glow over the Island as the police chopper lifted off and headed towards Brookhaven. Steve was awakened from his light sleep by the distant sound of a helicopter. The dim morning light crept through the small window at the top of a wall. He could tell that he was in a basement. His hands and feet were both bound. He was laying on a small bunk. In the light Steve could make out several other bunks with guys on them. He couldn't distinguish their features from the darkness. He tried to crawl deeper under the blankets that covered his naked body to try to protect himself from the dampness but the ropes hindered his body's movements. Occasionally, a cough would break the silence of the basement prison. Steve lay there and continued to wonder what was to happen to him. He drifted off into a deep sleep as his mind wandered in tormenting dreams. Two men came into the basement and grabbed Steve, awakening him abruptly from his sleep. The bright light from the next room was intense and blinded him for an instant. As his eyes focused, he recognized the tatooed man, Ed, who had raped him on the boat. Several other men were in the room. Ed untied the ropes from around Steve's legs, leaving him standing naked with the men staring at him. One of the men walked up and started to look at Steve as if he were inspecting him. The man had a rough face with a scar on his cheek. He began to feel Steve's muscles and tightly squeezed his nipples. He grabbed him by his balls. He squeezed and twisted them until Steve screamed and fell over from the pain. He then turned as Steve laid in pain on the floor. "Clean him up," the man ordered. Several men, acting on the man's demand, picked up the groaning boy and carried him off into another room. Mike laid back in his hospital bed as the sun came in through the windows. He didn't really know what had happened to him. The last thing he remembered, he was walking in the woods at the party. Why wouldn't the doctors let him leave the hospital and why was he here in the first place? He felt fine. "We want to keep you a few more days for observation," the doctors had told him. This didn't make any sense to him. And what had happened to Steve? Mike couldn't understand why he wasn't there with him if nothing was wrong. None of this seemed to be logical. Mike sighed and sat back staring out the window. A young orderly came into the room to check on Mike. He was handsome, young, and thin with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He started to chat with Mike. Their eyes seem to speak a language all their own. "Would you like a massage? " he asked Mike. "Sure, Brad," Mike responded reading the orderly's name from his name tag. Brad closed the door to the room. He removed the top of Mike's hospital gown. He took ointment and began to rub it into Mike's shoulders. Slowly, he worked his hands down Mike's chest and fondled his cock and balls. Mike's cock quickly grew rock hard. Brad began to lick the head of Mike's cock with his tongue, teasing it to make the patient even harder and hornier. Mike pushed his rod into Brad's mouth as he worked the shaft with a faster pace. Brad removed his clothes, revealing his ripened rod. He continued to suck on Mike's pulsating organ while Mike began to massage his cock. Mike took some of the ointment and worked his finger slowly around Brad's tight asshole. Mike pushed his finger into Brad's hole working it more, relaxing the tight pull. Brad stopped sucking on Mike's cock. He looked wide-eyed at Mike's hairy chest. He started to suck on the erect nipples. Mike moved Brad onto the bed and positioned himself over the orderly. They kissed passionately, their lips hard pressed and their tongues rapidly stroking. Mike lifted Brad's legs over his head. He started to push his cock into Brad's moist hole. Brad resisted. "No, please, I can't," he moaned. Mike kissed him again and continued to massage his hole. He started to rub Brad's cock and pushed his cock again between Brad's tight ass muscles. He slowly rotated his tool working it deeper and deeper into the moaning orderly. Brad relaxed and took the rock hard organ into his body. Mike dorked the hole faster and harder. He rammed into Brad's aching hole with force, banging the bed against the wall. They kissed passionately as Mike continued to push his root into Brad's soft body. Brad could only think of pleasing the man on top of him. He wanted Mike's cock more, harder, and deeper. His ass muscle was sore as the large cock forced its way through his opening. It didn't matter though, as Brad's body shook with the sensation of this man on top of him. He wanted to cum, but he held back as best he could, hoping to prolong his pleasure. "Cum in me!" he begged as Mike worked him. "Cum! Cum!" he groaned louder as Mike reached the point of climax. "I'm gonna cum!" Brad shouted as he released his load onto Mike's chest. Mike continued to ram with more force than before. Brad couldn't take much more. Suddenly, Mike emptied his load into the boy's waiting hole. He continued to ram his pulsating cock into the boy until he filled his ass with his cum. He pulled his cock from the boy's hole and rested next to him. The two laid quietly for a few moments on the small bed. Brad got up, dressed, and washed the cum off of Mike's chest. "I have to finish my rounds," he said to Mike with a large grin. "I'll be back later though in case you need anything." Mike smiled as Brad walked out of the room. He laid back and began to wonder again about the situation. There was nothing he could do now, however, until the doctor would come in the morning and release him. Everything would have to wait until then. Mike stood on the terrace of his Fifth Avenue apartment when the doorman buzzed that there was a police officer who was waiting to see him. He wondered what the cause of the unexpected visit of New York's finest would be all about. As he considered the options, there was a knock at the front door. When he opened the door, a handsome, blond haired officer stood at the door. "Excuse me for disturbing you, Mr. Conti," he said, "I'm Officer Robert Mann of the New York Police Department. I need to speak to you about a Steven Tyson. May I come in, please." Mike smiled and escorted the officer into the living room. The officer was about Mike's height, in his late twenties with a nicely defined frame. He explained that he was on his way home, but that since he was working in conjunction with a Suffolk County Police investigation and this was on his way, he would save himself some time tomorrow and try to see Mike now. It seems that during a raid on a house in Brookhaven they had discovered Steve's wallet. Among it's contents was Mike's address, so it was decided that they should check into it. "You see," the officer explained," they were investigating a ring which is connected to a group operating overseas which specializes in a type of white slavery. Young boys and men, of ages varying from 12-22, are taken prisoner. They are then drugged and forced to service the needs of men, usually wealthy men, who pay to have them enslaved. Recently, German police broke up one of these rings in Berlin. They had been hiding youths in a deserted military building, and were to ship them out of Germany disguised as a soccer team. There plans were ruined when some of the leaders were caught. They were traced to this group which has been linked to the disappearance of youths on Long Island and Fire Island this summer." Mike responded that he could be of little help. He didn't even have a picture of Steven to show the officer. However, he would gladly do what he could to help find Steve. He felt a little responsible since Steve was living in the Grove at his invitation. From what he knew of Steve, there really was no family. He had met Steve at the Gayety Burlesque. After a few more questions the young cop got up and left. But what he had said continued to worry Mike. He decided to do something so called Rob and they agreed to fly to Germany and try to find a trail to the kidnappers. Arriving in Berlin they got a room in a hotel and soon were out into the well-known gay area of the city. There was a young boy who could have been no more than fourteen standing in the corner by the money exchange. He looked cute despite his rather dirty appearance. Mike spoke to him in fluent German. The boy told him that a friend of his had vanished only the week before and there was not a trace of him anywhere. He was last seen in the company of a John he had picked up for the night leaving a leather bar called Tom's. Mike gave the boy 100 marks for his information. He and Rob decided that they should follow this new lead. Tom's Bar stood on a corner off of the main avenue. It was already crowded with men in all types of clothing from boots and jeans to full leather. Many of the clients were French, British, and American servicemen who were stationed at the various bases throughout the city. Mike was idly chatting with the bartender when he notice a huge grin on Rob's face. He was naked except for a pair of black boots. They decided to follow him as he went towards the back of the bar. As they neared the dance room, the man went down a short fight of stairs and disappeared into what seemed like a dark, underground cavern. Mike and Rob entered into the darkness. As they felt their way along the corridor they came upon a room with dim reddish-white light. Here were men engaged in a large varieties of activities. Mike decided that he only wanted to be a spectator of the scene that was about to occur. A man who in this light appeared to be in his twenties was being stripped by two older men. After they pulled off his clothes, one of the men held his arms while the other began to whip the youth with a strap. The small group avidly watched the boy who was being whipped. The boy didn't resist, but one could see his body quiver with each strike. Another man prepared a sling. The boy was placed into the harness with his legs spread wide open. One of his tormentors removed his own pants revealing a large, throbbing cock. He stood before the boy and rammed his projectile into his ass. The boy screamed from the sudden entry, but the man pushed only harder and harder until he came. Mike and Rob decided to leave at this point in the show. They went back to the main barroom. In a corner near the front a lone teen sat on the benches. He was drunk or stoned or both. He had dark hair and very white skin. Mike noticed something very familiar about the denim jacket that he was wearing. He tried to speak to the boy, but the teen made little sense. The teen said that his name was Yuri. Mike continued to talk with him but could not keep his mind off of the jacket. The more Mike looked at the jacket, he felt even surer about his feeling. Then as the boy turned his neck, Mike noticed on the collar of the coat the initials "S T" written with an ink pen. Mike questioned the boy as to where he got the coat. Yuri told Mike and Rob that it was given to him by a man that he had "worked for". He told them also that there were several boys staying in the house, many of them foreign. However, they had left the city several days earlier. Mike tried to determine if the teen was telling the truth. Yuri swore, of course, that it was. He said that the man had wanted him to go with them, that he would have a great time and make lots of money; but, Yuri had told him that he didn't really want to go to Bangkok. Mike looked at Rob with a feeling of dread. Was this boy telling the truth? If so, then they had no choice but to go to Bangkok. They left Yuri and his world in the bar and headed back towards the hotel. During the next few days, they searched for more clues in Berlin, but all the leads pointed towards Bangkok. Mike made up his mind. There seemed only this one choice. Mike hoped deep inside of himself that this would be the solution. The search now turned towards the East and Bangkok. The two men prepared themselves to meet the challenges they were about to encounter. The Lufthansa plane was like a giant bird with its wings reaching up to worship the sky as it slowly descended into Bangkok's international airport. Mike and Rob were tired from their journey and went to their hotel to rest. After their rest, they went sight seeing around the city. Bangkok, oriental city, situated on the banks of the Chao Phraya River, offered spectacular sites to see. Numerous canals cross the city and it is filled with beautiful temples. Among its greatest treasures is the jasper image of Buddha, reputedly more than 600 years old. And, in addition, there are the boys hundreds of beautiful, dark skinned youths-anxious to lend their hospitality to a stranger. Mike and Rob listened to the hustle going on in the streets. They were hoping it would lead them to Mike's attackers and Steve's abductors, if they were even in this city. They explored the areas of the city trying to gain a clue. Mike came upon a street merchant selling gold items. He was an old man with a long white beard. Mike looked at several rings. One of them looked as if to be a series of bands twisted together. The old man told him it was a magic puzzle ring. Mike, thinking how comic this was, smiled at the old man; but, he bought the ring none-the-less. The men returned to their hotel room to relax before exploring the rest of the city. Mike looked at Rob's smooth skin as the two undressed. He removed his own clothes and forced him onto the bed. They kissed hot and passionately. Mike took the KY from the night stand and lubed Rob's excited hole. They embraced again as Mike forced his hard cock into him. He fucked him with vigour, ramming his meat into Rob's ass with more force on every stroke. Mike gasped as he shot his load into his lover's ass. But, Mike was still horny, and Rob had not cum yet. Mike got up off the bed and got leather straps from his bag. He returned to the bed and secured Rob's arms over his head. He ordered Rob to lift his legs back. Rob obeyed. Mike took his leather belt, doubled it over, and whipped Rob's ass until it was red, then he got his cock rock hard and plunged it into his willing friend. He rammed like a stallion and with a fierce grunt, spunked hard into his willing friend. They finished their rest and went to shower. The two men dressed and decided to go out to see what else they could discover. They left the hotel and returned to the market area. The two men didn't realize that they were being followed by man in a black leather jacket. (He was one of the men who had been on the boat the night Steve was kidnapped.) Rob became aware that he was behind them and pointed him out to Mike. They wondered who he was and what he wanted. His features revealed him to be an American. They evaded him by making some fast turns. The man walked past them without realizing it. He surveyed the market area. Confused, he turned and walked away. Mike and Rob decided to pursue him. Perhaps, they thought,he would lead them to Steve The man continued down several paths and headed towards an old building near the banks of the river. Mike and Rob stayed close behind him, trying not to be seen. The man climbed the steps of the old structure. He stopped for a second as if startled by some sound He looked behind him, pulled up his collar, and lit a cigarette. He continued to look about. The twilight made it a bit more difficult to see. The two lovers went unnoticed in the shadows of the falling night as the man went through the double wooden doors into the structure. Quietly, Mike and Rob approached the side of the building. Here was an unguarded entrance which was locked. Rob looked through his pockets for a tool. He found a Swiss Army knife. In the dim light Rob cautiously picked the lock. Slowly, they opened the door and entered the old structure. The hallway inside was very dark. The men followed it very slowly as it seemed to descend. As they neared what appeared to be the end, they could distinguish a light coming through a door that was slightly ajar. They approached the door. Rob peered through the opening. The palm of his hands were sweating as he slowly, very slowly, pushed the door open. It started to creak on its hinges. Rob stopped for a second. He then pushed again until the door was opened wide enough for the to crawl through. They found themselves in the back of a large room. Towards the front there was the man whom they had followed talking to a rather fat, well-dressed man. It was obvious that the two of them were arguing. The heavy man then walked into the next room with his henchman not far behind. Mike and Rob worked their way to the other side of the room. They saw a window which they were able to look through and see what was going on in the next room. Inside, the two men were observing as a young boy was being stripped of his clothes. The boy was very handsome, about 18 or 19 in appearance, with dark skin and eyes and jet black hair. As the three thugs, who were restraining him, ripped off his clothes, one could distinguish the muscular shape of this youth. One of the captors tied the boys wrists to straps which were hanging from the ceiling. As the fat man and the man with the leather jacket watched, the strongest of the three men took a whip and beat the boy. He jerked in the ropes with each slap of the leather straps against his smooth back. When they had finished, the boy was taken and laid down on a wooden table. His arms were tied back over his head while his legs were positioned spread eagle and secured in place. The three men then each removed their own clothes. Each man had a well defined figure, dark hair, and a large, hard cock. They looked down at their victim. One of the men took a device that resembled one used for taking blood pressure. He wrapped it around the boy's balls. He then started to pump a small black bulb at the end of a tube. As the device filled with air, it slowly squeezed the young man's balls until he cried out from the pain. At that point, another of the men greased up a large, rubber device which resembled a cock in shape. He repositioned and tied the boy's legs back. The man then forced the device into the boy's ass. It was large and must have hurt him but the boy tried to hod his pain. But, his cock was rock hard. The man took his fist and hammered relentlessly at the base of the rubber device. As it was pushed deeper into his ass, the boy couldn't hold back his screams. Yet, the man didn't stop until it was pushed completely to the base of his ass. The boy started to shout loud. Mike and Rob became aroused at the sight of this handsome man being enslaved by the three men. While the events were still going on they gathered up a mass of old paper and packing which they piled up in one of the outer rooms; it was hard to light but eventually the flames took hold and soon a large fire was raging and threatened the whole building. The men rushed out and fled from the area and Mike and Rob grabbed the boy who lead them to a room from which they freed the other boys and they all rushed outside. Mike learned from the boys that Steve was dead. He had been beaten by the man in the leather jacket several day before. His body was probably somewhere inside the burning structure. After the legal formalities were settled at the Bangkok police station, Mike decided they should go to the hotel and rest so they could leave the next day. Early the next morning they boarded United flight 800 which was soon heading towards home. Mike was quiet on most of the flight to Tokyo. As the plane continued onwards towards New York, he spoke with Rob about all that had happened. He blamed himself for Steve's death. Rob tried to console him. As they spoke, they could sense that something was going wrong with the aircraft. The engines were pulsating irregularly. The pilot announced over the loudspeaker that they were experiencing engine difficulty and that they would hopefully make it to Hawaii. Suddenly, the plane seemed to drop, then went up again, then began to plunge downward towards the Pacific Ocean. Mike could hear screams coming from the rear of the plane as it went faster towards the water. He grabbed Rob and closed his eyes as the plane was about to hit the water. Mike's screams filled the room. He was sweating from every part of his body. He looked about him as the dim morning light filtered into the bedroom from the deck doors. He nervously moved about, guarding each step, as a man who is in a familiar yet unknown place. He looked out the glass door and saw the gray sky meeting the long, white beach. The waves were crashing against the shore in preparation for the coming storm. He opened the door and took a deep breath of the salty morning air. He closed the door and looked towards the bed where Rob was just getting up from his sleep. "Hey, " he said, "what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." Mike, looking bewildered, related to Rob what he figured must have been a peculiar dream. But it was so real, he explained as he finished the story over breakfast. Rob just looked at him and grinned. He attributed the whole thing to something Mike had eaten. Then he stared at Mike's hand. "I thought you didn't own any gold jewelry, "he said looking at him. "I don't", Mike replied questioningly. "Why?" "Where did that come from then?" he asked pointing at Mike's hand. Mike looked down at his hand. There was a gold ring with twists in it on his finger. 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