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The boys vacation clubBoy Vacations Inc.SummaryBoy Vacations, Inc. caters to people who are willing to pay a small fortune on their vacations. These people spend weeks at Boy Vacation’s various resorts, all over the world. They are all men, and although some bring their sons, none are coming for what you might call a ‘family holiday’. These men are paying to have sex with boys. It is that simple. We bring them to a resort, they have boys at their disposal, and we bring them back. And they pay. They pay well.This was the world of Claude Ericson, heir to the Boy Vacations’ empire.Publ. 2002 (Nifty, ch. 1-2 only); this site Jan 2013-Jan 2014Finished 52,500 words (105 pages)CharactersClaude Ericson – a pilot and heir to Boy Vacations, Inc. (29yo), Steve – ‘his boy’ (14yo), John Smithson – a guest at Ericson Island (47yo), Kyle – his son (13yo), Klaus – one of the boys working at the island resort (15yo), Ivan – the torturer (55yo), Ali, an Arab boy (13yo), Abdullah, Ali’s father (55yo), Jack Wilkinson, a rich Texas oil man (52yo), Marcel, a flight attendant (15yo), Jim Horton, the wrestling team coach (25yo), and the Gwinnett Warriors (10-13yo) and various other Boy Vacations staff personnel including Col. Max Thorn USMC (Ret.) (55yo) head of security at Boy Vacations Florida..Table of ContentsStopover At HeathrowArriving At The IslandTelevision, Island StyleSpecial Services, Island StyleEn Route To New YorkAnything For The State DepartmentEn Route To Orlando With An Atlanta StopoverSettling In At The Florida ResortFun In The Swimming PoolFather Doesn’t Always Know BestLater That EveningEine Kleine NachtmusikMorning Fun and GamesConsequencesReasons WhyEpilogue – The Following Day, Late AfternoonChapter IStopover At Heathrow”Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three; Cleared for landing, runway 09L. Vacate right at sierra, Winds 110 at 5 knots.” The monotonal tower controller droned over the radio.”Cleared to land, runway 09L, vacate right onto sierra taxiway, windscopied. Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three,” I replied, keeping the heavy 747 aligned with the runway, and on its glideslope. My co-pilot, Marc, gently pulled back on the four throttle levers, and the engines quietened. Moments later, the landing gear touched the asphalt, and I lowered the nosewheel onto the runway.A few minutes later, Marc had taken control, and was taxiing the heavy bird to the stand. I picked up the intercom handset, and pressed the button to address the passengers.”Good Evening everybody, this is your captain again. Welcome to London Heathrow – we are currently taxiing to our gate. You will be collected by cars to bring you home. We hope the rest of your excursion is pleasurable, and thank you for flying with Boy Vacations.”We arrived at our gate, which attached to the Boy Vacations Building. I left Marc to proceed with the shutting down of the engines, and, clad in my dark blue jacket, I strolled downstairs to meet the disembarking passengers. These passengers were worth the platitude. These were people who paid upwards of half a million dollars for their vacation. These people had just spent weeks at Boy Vacation’s various resorts, all over the world. They were all men, and although some brought their sons, none were coming back from a ‘family holiday’. These men were paying to have sex with boys. It was that simple. We brought them to a resort, they had boys at their disposal, and we brought them back. And they paid. They paid well.As for me – my name is Claude Erickson. At the time this story is set, I was 29 years old. My father was the sole shareholder of Boy Vacations, and I worked as a pilot. Needless to say, the job paid well, and seeing as I was sole heir to the entire company, I wasn’t complaining. The company owned five small islands, brothels around the world for our ‘cheaper’ customers, and large boy resorts in the Americas, Europe and Australia. It also owned many aircraft, ranging from large 747″s to Learjets and Cessnas for executive and VIP use. In all, it was a multi-billion dollar company.Instead of average, run-of-the-mill flight attendants, Boy Vacations used the older boys (12-15) as stewards. They wore no uniforms, and served the passengers (in all conceivable ways) while naked.After the aircraft was locked up and the boys were escorted to the dormitories to rest, I walked down the docking jetty into the Boy Vacations terminal. The waiting areas were expensively decorated, and attendants, similar to the boys on the plane, stood in various areas, to assist the customers. The waiting area was moderately busy today – there was a flight departing in three hours for one of our islands, and most of the customers liked to arrive early, to make the most of the facilities. Coincidentally, I was captaining that flight.I took the elevator to my office on the top floor. The office doubled as a penthouse apartment. The exterior walls were made of glass, to allow me to look over the airport. I met my personal attendant, Steve, a f******n-year-old boy. I had picked him as my personal attendant two years ago, when my previous attendant had wanted to continue his education. Steve did everything for me, from taking calls and arranging my schedule, to pleasing me sexually. As such, I considered him more important than the other boys, so he got to sleep with me, he got paid, and he was allowed to wear clothes when we were in public. He was more like a son than an attendant, and I treated him like that. He called me ‘Dad’ and I called him ‘Son’. I was actually in the process of adopting him, so he would be mine, instead of belonging to the company, like the other boys.”Good morning, son,” I greeted him, smiling. “Hiya Dad!” He exclaimed, his naked body running towards me, to hug me. I picked him up.”Any calls?””Yep. Mr. Wilkinson rang to ask if you could pick him up in tomorrow. I booked him for five o’clock in the afternoon. He’ll be at JFK. I booked one of the drivers too,” he told me, referring to our best customer, Mr. Wilkinson, who spent his money carelessly, usually with us at the receiving end.”Good boy. Did you book one of the Learjets?””No Dad, he wanted to be picked up in the special 747. I booked it. He says he’ll pay us more,” he replied. I was delighted – the special 747 was fitted out like a house – no, a palace inside, instead of like a normal aircraft. It had separate rooms, comfortable beds, offices, lounges. It was reserved for our top customers.”Good. You know what that means?””What?””It means you get a bonus,” I said, stuffing two one hundred dollar bills into the pocket of his trousers on the chair. (Heathrow was only a hub, our headquarters was in New York, and we spent most of our time there. U.S. dollars would be what Steve wanted.)”Thank you Dad!” he grinned “Lunch is cooking. Do you want to go to bed?””You bet, lover,” I said, carrying him into the bedroom.I removed my constricting uniform, and lay down on the king size bed. The bedroom was more of a bed ‘area’, because the whole apartment was laid out in an open concept. Through the windows, I could see aircraft taking off and landing. I pulled Steve onto me, and we lay like that, hugging, for a few moments. Steve instinctively slid down, so that he was lying beside me, his head adjacent to my six inch [15 cm] uncut cock. He played with it briefly, fondling my balls and jacking me off.”Good boy, son. Dad doesn’t have much time. Will you give me a BJ?””Of course, Dad,” he said, before wrapping his cute little mouth around the head of my rock hard penis. His tongue danced around the head, before licking up and down the shaft, and sucking my balls. Then, he got down to business. He took my cock in almost to the base. The stimulation his mouth was giving me was unbelievable.”I’m going to cum soon, son,” I moaned. He grunted, as he pulled my cock out so only the head was in his mouth. He concentrated on the underside of my now sensitive glans.”Oh god – suck Dad off – oh God yeah!” I said, coating the inside of my boy’s mouth with thick semen, which he swallowed obediently. I lay there with Steve licking the cum off of my cock.”Good boy. Go and get dressed, you’re coming with me on my next flight. After we drop these customers off, we’ll spend the night on Ericson Island and then continue on to New York,” I told Steve.”Yes, Dad,” he said, walking to his wardrobe and selecting a suit, almost identical to mine, but with no stripes on the epaulettes. This signified that he ranked higher than the other boys, and the fact that he was allowed to wear clothing at all made him special.I dressed myself, and we went over to the office area of the penthouse. I sat at my desk, checking my e-mail. Steve sat on the edge of the desk, leaving momentarily to fetch our lunch. After checking some financial statements, which, as always, were returning extremely positive reports, we ate lunch, and decided to go ahead to the plane, even though it wouldn’t depart for another hour.We exited the elevator at the boarding level, the same level I had gone through a few hours earlier, and walked to a gate at the far end. There was an Airbus A340 waiting at the gate. The waiting area was packed with eager customers, who flicked through the leather-bound photo albums of the resorts and the boys, and others who were more ‘hands-on’ with the attendants.I couldn’t help but notice that Steve had no problems barking orders to the attendants, and that they always obeyed him. He fit into his role perfectly. After talking to a few customers, and meeting my first officer for this flight, a man called Kieran, we boarded the aircraft, telling the attendant at the gate not to let anybody board until we notified him.The aircraft, as luxurious as could be expected, would be taking us to a small island in the Caribbean, before Kieran, Steve, and I would travel to New York on it, alone.Chapter IIArriving At The IslandThe door to the flight deck swung open, and Steve, Kieran, and I entered. The comfortable chairs beckoned, and we sat down, me in the left seat, Kieran in the right and Steve in the jumpseat at the rear of the flight deck. We all pulled headsets onto our heads, and I turned on the power. The instruments in front of me began to light up. I phoned the dispatch office to see if they had logged our flight plan with Air Traffic Control. They had, and I instructed Kieran to perform the walk-around visual check of the aircraft. While he was gone, Steve clambered into Kieran’s seat and smiled at me, his angelic blue eyes making contact with mine for a moment, before looking forward, out the window. The aircraft was parked nose-in so that we could see the eager customers waiting in line at the gate.The flight attendants for this flight were brought out by bus, and boarded via steps at the rear of the plane. The chief flight attendant, a thirteen year-old boy who was in the early stages of puberty, reported tothe flight deck with the flight attendant roster. I looked through it, confirming that all was well, and sent him off with a swat on his cutelittle ass. Kieran returned with the load-sheet, and I signed it, sending Steve to give it to the dispatcher.I told the attendant at the gate to start boarding, and then contacted Heathrow Delivery.”Heathrow Delivery, Good afternoon. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner at BoyVacations gate seven, request clearance to Erickson Island as filed, via stated departure,” I announced cheerily into the radio. Erickson Island, our destination, was the site where my father opened his first resort for boylovers.”Bravo-victor-one-four-niner, Cleared IFR to Erickson Island as filed via stated departure. Squawk 7670.””Cleared to Erickson Island as filed, 7670 in the box. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner.””Bravo-victor-one-four-niner, Readback correct, call Ground for push and start, Good Day.””Ground for push and start, Bye-Bye. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner.”I switched the radio over to Ground control, and let Kieran continue with the radio communications while I readied the engines for start-up.The chief attendant returned, reporting that all passengers were aboard, and that all doors were closed. I again sent him off with a swat on his ass. I had to get this cutie into the crew quarters at the rear of the aircraft. It was a room built specially by the manufacturer for us, for the captain of the flight to rest in during long journeys. Steve would, of course, be participating. My cock tingled with anticipation. I started up the engines, after a tug pushed us back. While Kieran taxied the aircraft, I spoke to the passengers:”Good afternoon gentlemen. This is your captain, Claude Erickson speaking. Welcome aboard Boy Vacations flight 149 to the Erickson Island resort. The weather at 37,000 feet and at our destination is favorable, so we’re in for an efficient, comfortable flight. The flight attendants will cater for your every whim – don’t let your imagination stop you. Enjoy the rest of your vacation. I’ll keep you updated during the flight.”I replaced the handset and continued with the takeoff and climb procedures. Moments later, we were cruising at the altitude assigned byATC. I gave Kieran control, as I arose, and beckoned Steve to join me. We exited the flight deck, and proceeded, with a few hand-shaking and talking intervals, to the aft of the aircraft, picking up the chief flight attendant, Jonathan, on the way. I unlocked the door to the crew quarters and entered. I was greeted by a space with a bed in one corner and a sitting area in the other. It wasn’t big, but in an aircraft of this size, this little room seemed incredibly spacious. Steve, loyal as ever, made the first move, addressing the flight attendant in his strict ‘I’m better than you!’ tone that I loved so much. My f******n year-old boy made it clear that he was in charge of the thirteen year-old standing before him. I sat down on the one of the armchairs, and observed.”Get on your knees!” Steve yelled, and Jonathan obeyed. “Now, tell me what you are, boy. “I marveled once again at his composure and control.”I’m a slave, sir.””And who’s your master?””Mister Erickson, sir.””Good boy,” Steve said, indifferently. He noticed Jonathan looking at his groin. “You want this, slave?” he teased, cupping his hand around the tiny bulge in his pants.”Yes sir,” Jonathan replied. Steve looked up at me, ever angelic, and I nodded. He removed his jacket and shirt, before taking off his trousers and his briefs.”Suck it, slave,” he ordered, and Jonathan complied. I started removing my clothes. I was climbing out of my briefs as the erotic scene of one teenager sucking another unfolded before me. It was too much. I had to have some of that ass. That cute, small, tight ass was right there in front of me. When I had my clothes off, I took a tube of K-Y from the cabinet beside the bed and began to apply it to my own cock.My Steve was having a great time, with Jonathan licking and sucking his cock like a lollipop. Steve looked angelic, as always, an image that concealed the sex machine inside. Then again, it also portrayed his hopelessly romantic side. His blond hair gave him a lightness and airiness that surrounded him and enveloped all those near him. His bright,vibrant blue eyes could melt anyone who dared to look into them. I did, and I can’t stop. He was slim – the typical sports-mad boy while his three inch [8 cm] cock reminded you that he was not yet fully grown.To be quite honest, he was almost a facsimile of me at that age. Alas, I cannot claim to have his boyish good looks. I have very light brown hair, kept that way by countless hours in the sun at the company’s various resorts. My eyes are blue, but they are a darker hue than my little lover. I keep reasonably fit. My cock measures six inches [15 cm], a size of which I am quite proud of, despite the general trend in the opposite direction. Anyway, realistically, I only have sex with the boys, and it is huge to them. We are all happy.I walked around Steve and Jonathan a few times, before fetching the camera that was provided in these rooms. These would make great promo pictures. I took a few photos, both distance and close-up. I got a cute photo of Jonathan’s face sucking my boy. I set the camera on a small tripod beside thetwo horny young boys, and set it to record. (It was a new digital thing.) Steve loved it when I did this. It gave him something to masturbate to when he was alone.After watching for a few minutes, I approached Jonathan from the rear. His little ass was sticking out invitingly, and I eagerly and liberally applied K-Y to my cock, before lubricating the tight boyass in front of me. I caressed the soft mounds of flesh, appreciating the beauty of his ass. I ran my hand up and down my cock a few times, before gently placing the head of my cock over Jonathan’s puckered little hole. He reached back, and willingly pulled his cheeks apart for me. This k** was going to get rewarded for this, just as soon as I deposited my seed deep in his rectum.I inched forward, feeling my cock being engulfed by his cute little ass. He grunted a bit, but continued sucking on Steve’s cock. His ass was tight, and although not as tight as my little lover’s ass, it was a mind-blowing appetizer. I finally had my entire cock in his ass, delighting in the sensation. My low hanging balls rested against him. I slowly pulled out again, before pushing back in. I gathered pace, and I was soon fucking this little k** like an a****l. His ass was amazingly stimulating. I reached around to fondle his hard dick, which was a little less than five inches [12 cm] long and uncut. Steve jerked, and a few moments later he let out aloud, high pitched moan, obviously having an unbelievably intense orgasm in Jonathan’s thirteen year-old mouth. I was ready to do the same, butt his boy’s ass was going to get the full package.I arched by back slightly, aggressively ramming my cock in a final time.”OH YEAH!! I’m cumming!!” I yelled, my words broken with lustful moans. My cock erupted in the boy’s little pussy and covered his insides with thick, hot cum. At the same time, he yelped and squirted a tiny load into my hand.I took the two boys over to the bed to lie down for a few minutes. I cleaned them up, put a chain with a blue coin around Jonathan’s neck, and sent him off. The blue coin was to be given to the man supervising the flight attendant dormitories on the Island, to be traded for a private room and generally better treatment. I was sure the boy was ecstatic. I gave Steve a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiled. I lifted him up and brought him to the sofa. He was too tired to have sex again. I dressed quickly, leaving him on the sofa, and retrieved his bag from the flight deck. I put his pajamas on him, and carried him to the bed, letting him rest there. I took the memory card from the camera, and returned the camera to its initial location. I looked back lovingly at my little boy and opened the door to the thriving sexual hub, otherwise known as the passenger cabin.Returning to the flight deck, I again stopped to converse with some of the passengers. One man was sitting up, watching the live feed from the Ash Room, the main public sex area on Erickson Island. He had one of the younger attendants, ten year-old David, sitting on him, with his cock firmly impaled in the boy’s ass. David was riding the man for all he was worth, and the man lovingly caressed David’s little nipples.I left the man and boy to their own devices, walking up the remainder ofthe starboard aisle and entering the flight deck. Kieran had a boy on his lap too. They weren’t doing anything sexual except a bit of rubbing through clothes, because of the limited space available in the flight deck, and because of the fact that Kieran had to monitor the autopilot, check the instruments and communicate with Air Traffic Control. I would have let him go to the back cabin, if Steve hadn’t been sleeping there.Soon enough, Jonathan arrived with Kieran’s meal – I had allowed Kieran to eat first, to make up for his short-lived and tame sexual encounter. Jonathan returned twenty minutes later, taking Kieran’s empty plate, and handing me mine. Kieran had been given beef, and I had been given a vegetarian casserole. I was delighted, glad that the attendants remembered my dietary requirements. There was a note stuck onto the bottom of the plate:Mr. Erickson,Thanks a lot for the coin. Come back for more any time you want.Lots of Love,Jonathan.I smiled at this kind gesture and pocketed the note.A few hours later, Steve returned to the flight deck, well rested. He brought his bag back with him, and had changed back into his usual clothing. I kissed him gently on the lips, ensuring I got my full quota of tongue. He sat back in the jumpseat, and the flight continued.We were soon approaching Erickson Island, and I maneuvered the aircraft onto the Instrument Landing System. A few minutes later, we made contact with the runway, and landed. Since Erickson Island was our main resort, the airport area had been developed quite well. We taxied to the apron where an airport worker drove stairs up to the doors. We shut down the engines and the generators when the ground crew connected us to the airport’s electricity. As the passengers disembarked, I fetched the sunblock from the storage compartment in the flight deck, offering some to Steve and Kieran. They were going to need it.When all was secure, we made our way out of the flight deck and to the door, where we were greeted by amazingly bright sunlight. It was like opening an oven door. My dad made a good decision when he ploughed his inheritance into this island. It was a utopia. A black Land Rover was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs, and we climbed in eagerly, cooled by the beige leather seats. The driver left Kieran at the crew center, and then drove myself and Steve to my lodge on the far side of the island.The lodge was a small two-story affair, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and an office. It was worlds apart from the modern complex that paying visitors resided in, and I liked it. It was a nice break from my rather more sophisticated apartments and houses. I let us in, thanking the driver, and flopped myself down on the sofa in the living room.”Come here and give me a hug,” I asked tiredly. He did, and we sat there, holding each other. We were looking forward to the night ahead. Even though we had to leave early in the morning to collect Mr. Wilkinson, we were excited. Very excited.Chapter IIITelevision, Island Style”Have you checked to see if there is anything interesting on the television?” I asked Steve as we lay there naked in the suite piled up on the pillows of the big king-sized bed.”Just the usual sort of thing,” he responded. “However, that Smithson fellow who flew in with us, the one who brought his son along, seems to be planning something different.””What do you mean by ‘different’?” I asked.”Well, his son is about twelve or thirteen and a good-looking athletic type but Smithson has asked that we send one of the older boys to his room. The social director assigned Klaus to their room to provide whatever services that they may want. I thought that it might be fun to see what our Mr. Smithson has in mind. After all, his son is probably a virgin when it comes to the type of services that we provide here on the island.”Equipping our guest rooms with ‘spy cams’ was a brilliant move on my dad’s part when he started Boy Vacations.” Not only does it allow management to make sure that things don’t get out of hand between the guests and the boys servicing them, but it also allows the company to provide voyeuristic services to other guests willing to pay for the privilege of watching someone having sex with a minor. Of course, when shown to a guest, such films are edited to conceal the identity of the guest in the film. However, when it is a member of the management team who is doing the watching, no such editing is necessary and the ‘performance’ can also be viewed live. Such was the case with the executive level monitor in my room. Of course the average guest of Boy Vacations doesn’t know that we monitor their activities.As I recalled, Klaus was a good-looking German boy that we had acquired from the streets of Munich two years before. He had been a tough street k** who was an orphan. An offer by the company to pay off his fines for petit theft and the debts he had with his pimp had brought him into our service. While he thought that he was only here in a form of indentured service, the reality was that we owned him as a slave, something that we had yet to share with him.”Let’s watch for a while and see what’s going on in the Smithson suite. I would like to see what kind of services they want out of Klaus and how well he services them. Who knows, it might inspire us to try something new?” I responded.Steve smiled that sly, wicked smile of his that meant he was willing to try anything. Then, he hit the remote and brought up the spy-cam image of the Smithson suite. The camera itself was completely hidden to the room’s occupants as was the microphone that picked up their conversation. As the image came into view John Smithson was arguing with his son, Kyle, who seemed none too happy with his father.”I brought you down here so that you could learn how to act like a man and not like a wimp,” said Smithson to his son almost yelling at him.”But Dad, I don’t want to have sex with another k**. I’m not gay,” said Kyle with a distressed look on his face.”You’ll do what I tell you to do or I’ll be posting some of the juicy parts of that diary of yours on the web where your classmates can read them at will. No k** of mine is going to going to be a ‘man-whore’ if I can help it. If you want to experience sex with another boy, you don’t just need to fanaticize about it. This is the place to do it. No one will ever know what we do here,” lectured Smithson to his son.The boy was all but shaking and we could see tears on his cheeks even from just watching him on the monitor.The boy was a good-looking k** by any standards. He appeared to be almost 5ft. 7 inch [1.70 m] tall. The expensive golf shirt and board shorts that he was wearing emphasized his athletic body. I guessed that he probably weighed about 140 lbs. [65 kg]. From what I could see, he had fair, tanned skin and straight light brown hair that was cut short.Smithson himself was no slouch. A successful business man, he had kept in good shape. In his late 40s, he was taller than Kyle at 6ft. 1in. [1.85 m] and tipped the scales at 185 lbs. [83 kg] His hair had originally been a lotlighter than Kyle’s, what you would call ash blonde, but was now showing signs of gray along the sides. As I recalled, he had a reputation for being ruthless in his business dealings. Now, I was seeing him dealing with his son in the same way that he dealt with a business adversary.There was a knock at the door of the Smithson suite. I figured that it had to be Klaus. Sure enough, it was the German boy that John Smithson had requested.Klaus was also a good looking k**. He was wearing an almost skintight golfshirt with the ‘Boy Vacations’ logo on the left side of the chest and navy blue shorts. White socks and low-cut white deck shoes completed his outfit. This was the uniform that the older boys wore around the hotel complex unless they were servicing a guest.”You must be Klaus. The social director said that he was sending you to my suite to provide, what I shall call it, ‘entertainment’ for my son and me,” said Smithson as he welcomed Klaus into the suite.”Yes sir, Mr. Smithson. I’m here to see that you enjoy your stay on Erickson Island. How may I be of service?” replied Klaus politely.”Well, first I’d like for you to dispense with those clothes. Strip,” ordered Smithson matter-of-factly.Unsurprised by the request, Klaus smiled and reached down to pull his golf shirt out of his shorts. Slowly, he worked it up and over his head. This revealed his well-muscled, tanned torso. His abs were impressive for a boy of fifteen. His shoes and socks quickly followed. Then he undid his belt and slipped his shorts down. He stood there for a moment in nothing but his white bikini briefs letting the Smithsons take in the sight of him. Then, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of them and slowly slid them down his muscular legs.Like Kyle, Klaus was also about 5ft. 7 inch [1.70 m] tall and probably weighed 150 lbs. [68 kg]. His short blonde hair was slightly curly. From spending time nude in the tropical sun, he had an overall tan. Like many Nordic people, his body was almost hairless, but in his case, his pubic area had been shaved smooth. As a result, his flaccid three and a half inch [9 cm] cock looked bigger than it was.I never could look at a boy like Klaus and not think of those statues of the Greek gods that I have seen in museums. Even with Steve at my side, I could feel my cock stiffen at the sight of this good-looking German boy.Over the monitor I could hear John Smithson as he turned to Kyle and said “This is a great looking boy. I want you to strip too. The two of you are going to have sex. I want to see just how much you like doing it with a man.”Kyle stood there not moving. His face was red and his voice broke as he said, “I told you, I’m not gay. I don’t want to have sex with Klaus. Don’t make me do it.””You can either strip or I will have Klaus strip you,” replied the father with ice in his voice.Klaus looked from the father to the son and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was plain that he was uncomfortable with the situation but knew that John Smithson was the resort’s guest and as such had to be obeyed.”I’m not going to do it!” his son all but screamed as tears ran down his face.”OK. Have it your way. Klaus strip him,” ordered Smithson.The naked German boy moved slowly toward Kyle who doubled up his fists in preparation to fight him off.Klaus stopped short of the young American and said, “I must do what you father orders. Why not make it easier on both of us and just take off your clothes? You know that in the end you will lose them anyway. Besides, we can have a lot of fun here on the island and whatever we do here will stay on the island once you go home.”Kyle wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked at his father with hate in his eyes. I shuddered when I saw that look. I don’t know what John Smithson was thinking, but it was plain that he was destroying any relationship that they may have had or might ever have in the future.Kyle must have decided if that was all that his father thought of him, then so be it. He reached down and took the bottom of his now tear-stained golf shirt and pulled it over his head. He kicked off his shoes as he undid his belt. His board shorts quickly followed. He hesitated only for a moment before his boxers joined the rest of his clothes on the floor of their suite.The American boy turned and faced Klaus. Kyle played football and basketball back home in the States. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Although basically hairless below the neck, he had a well-defined treasure trail that ran from his navel to his pubic bush. His bush itself was thick and dark with a roughly three inch [8 cm] cock nestled in the middle of it.”The hair has to go,” said Smithson looking at his son’s package.”What! You don’t have enough with me being naked with another boy. You expect me to shave my body as well!” exclaimed Kyle sarcasm dripping from his voice.”I sure do. It makes having boy to boy sex easier,” responded his father with an equally hateful look on his face.Klaus led Kyle over to the bathroom of the suite. Quickly, I switched to the bathroom spy cam in time to see him fumbling through the well-equipped medicine cabinet where the German boy found a pair of scissors and shaving supplies. Then turning to Kyle, he said, “If you just hold still, I can do this quickly and you won’t feel a thing. If you squirm around, I might cut you.”Kyle looked at Klaus and nodded that he understood. As John Smithson watched from the door of the bathroom, the German boy took the scissors and began to cut off Kyle’s pubic hair until it was reduced to little more than stubble. He then turned on the water in the lavatory and got it to the right temperature. Once he had wet down the areas to be shaved, he applied a liberal coating of shaving cream. Then, using a safety razor he first efficiently removed the American boy’s treasure trail before tackling the remains of his pubic hair. In only a couple of minutes time Kyle was as smooth as a baby. However, that was not to be the end of his humiliation.”Put your arms up over your head,” instructed Klaus. “Your pits need to go as well.”Kyle shrugged and did as he was told. Since he didn’t have that much in the way of armpit hair anyway, Klaus only had to wet the area down and apply shaving cream before shaving them bare.However, it was the last indignity that Kyle was not expecting. “Lean over the lavatory and spread your butt cheeks. I need to see if there are any hairs back there that need to go.”Kyle was trembling as he did as Klaus instructed. The German boy ran his hand over the American boy’s butt. Then he applied more warm water on both butt cheeks and in his crack. Slowly and carefully Klaus shaved Kyle’s cute ass with careful attention to the area around his rosebud.When he had finished shaving Kyle, Klaus told him, “Step into the shower and I’ll wash off any remaining lather.””I can wash myself, thank you!” exclaimed a humiliated and frustrated Kyle as he opened the glass door to the oversized shower.”I think that Klaus had better help you,” responded his father.With hate still apparent in his eyes, Kyle moved over in the large shower and made room for Klaus.”A little shower sex might loosen things up,” said John Smithson as he fingered the bulge in his shorts. “Klaus, why don’t you help him out?”Klaus took a piece of soap from the shower dish and began to soap Kyle’s chest slowly working his way down his abs and into his now hairless pubic area. With his other hand he circled the American boy’s stiffening penis. In spite of himself, Kyle quickly became fully erect. As I looked at Kyle’s image on the monitor, I thought that I could see the expression on his face alternating between hating what was happening to him at his father’s insistence and realizing that the big German boy was only doing what was expected of him as an employee of Boy Vacations.Kyle leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as Klaus’s experienced hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock. From what I was seeing on the television screen, I judged that his emotions were now racing between his embarrassment at having sex in front of his father and how good it felt to be ‘doing it’ with another boy. Soon, his face went blank almost like he was in a trance. I figured that Kyle had turned his thoughts inward trying to blot out the image of his father watching him being masturbated by someone who until minutes ago was a total stranger.Klaus stroked Kyle’s hard penis in a soapy but very effective motion. It didn’t take long before Kyle rose up on the balls of his feet so that he was straining as he continued to lean back against the wall for support. Then it happened. The American boy erupted in a stream of cum that must have been a foot [30 cm] long followed by several shorter bursts. Klaus released his hand from Kyle’s penis and the boy turned toward the wall so that his father could not see the tears now running down his face.”That was impressive,” said John Smithson. “Now, Klaus do him up the rear. I want him to know what boy on boy sex is really about.”Klaus was not sure what to do. Of course, he had to obey the guest, but r****g another guest was not something that was usually done by an employee of Erickson Island.From the monitor it looked like Klaus was saying something in Kyle’s ear. I had to turn up the sound in order to hear what was being said.”You have not done this before, have you?”asked the German boy. Kyle just shook his head to indicate that he had not.”Kyle, if you will relax and push outward I can enter you less painfully. Are you willing for me to do that?” I heard Klauswhisper kadıköy escort in the ear of the boy he was about to impale.”Yes, do whatever he wants. He hates me and this is just his way of humiliating me. He doesn’t care if I like it or hate it. His day will come,” Kyle whispered back.The German boy stroked his cock with his soapy hand to insure that it was completely hard. Then he positioned himself directly behind the young American. At first he only ran his five inch [12½ cm] cock up and down Kyle’s crack. Then he slowly inserted its tip in the virgin opening. Kyle winced at this invasion of his body. Even I could see that he was determined not to cry out no matter what happened. Klaus eased his glans into the opening, but Kyle’s sphincter resisted. However, Klaus was experienced at what he was doing and pressed harder so that his rock-hard penis slipped past the resisting muscle. I could see Kyle’s face distorted from the pain, but still he did not cry out. Klaus eased the rest of his penis into the American boy’s ass. I knew that Kyle was now beginning to feel its head pressing against his prostate with that mix of pleasure and pain that comes with another guy’s cock up your butt. Then, the German began a slow in and out motion which increased in speed as Klaus became more and more aroused.The German boy reached around and found Kyle’s nipples with his fingers as he continued to pound the young American’s butt. His experienced fingers slowly massaged each brown nub as his cock worked its way in and out of Kyle. I could hear Kyle moaning softly as his chest rose and fell in time with the action in his rear. Then, Klaus stiffened as he reached orgasm and filled the American’s butt with cum. Both boys were panting with Kyle leaning against the tile wall of the shower while Klaus rested on his back with his penis still embedded in his butt. Even just watching from the monitor, I could tell that both boys had enjoyed what had just happened in that bathroom shower.Klaus slowly pulled his cock out of the young American and adjusted the shower so that the warm water cascaded over both of their still panting naked bodies. For a second time, the German boy took a piece of soap in his hand and started washing Kyle’s torso. Kyle in turn found a piece of soap and began to wash the other boy. Then he leaned forward and kissed Klaus on the lips. There was only a moment’s hesitation and then both boys were deep kissing each other as they continued to run their hands over each other’s bodies.”For someone who’s not gay, you certainly seem to be enjoying sex with another boy,” said John Smithson as he watched the two boys from the door of the bathroom.Kyle pulled himself away from Klaus and looked at his father through the water of the shower. “Yes, I’ll admit that I liked it, but why would you care whether or not I did. You just wanted to see me humiliated. You don’t care about me or what I want,” said Kyle with his voice breaking more than once as he spoke.”That’s not true,” said his father. “I do care. More than you know. I just want you to know what it’s like for one guy to enjoy having sex with another guy. You act like you want that but are afraid to admit it. There is nothing wrong with wanting it. You don’t have to pretend here on this island. I told you that you can experience anything that you want while we are here. You just have to let yourself go,” replied the boy’s father.Kyle wiped the water and the tears from his face and eyes and opened the glass door of the shower and came out dripping on the bathmat. Behind him, Klaus turned the water off and followed him out of the shower. Each of the boys took one of the over-sized towels and commenced to dry themselves. As they dried, Smithson said, “Come out into the room when you have finished drying off.”The two naked teenaged boys soon emerged from the bathroom each with a towel wrapped around his waist.I couldn’t help but think how good both of them looked. It was too bad that Kyle wasn’t available or I would have placed an order to buy him for the resort right there and then.John Smithson looked at the boys and instructed, “Lose the towels. We’re not through yet.”Klaus obeyed immediately but Kyle hesitated wondering just what else his father has planned to initiate him into the ways of boy sex. Soon enough, both towels were on the floor and the two teens stood facing John Smithson.I could see a bulge in his shorts and figured that he would like to have sex with one or both of them. From what I could see on the monitor, I couldn’t blame him for that.Turning to Klaus, John Smithson asked, “Is the rest of my request ready?””Yes sir,” replied the German boy. “Everything that you requested is ready.””Then let’s do it,” said Smithson.With that, Klaus walked over to a telephone that was on an end table and punched in a number. Then, I heard him say to what evidently was the room service desk, “Mr. Smithson is ready for his special services order.” There was a moment’s hesitation as he listened to the reply from the other end and then he hung up. Turning toward Smithson the naked boy said, “They’ll be here in a minute, sir.””What have you got up your sleeve?” asked Kyle looking at his father with a combination of curiosity and dread visible on his young face.”Don’t worry. You’ll soon find out,” replied his father.There was a moment of silence followed by a knock at the door. Although he was still naked, Klaus opened it without hesitation. Two of the island’s security guards stood there in their navy blue golf shirts and shorts. The sight of a naked teenager answering the door didn’t seem unusual to them at all. I could see that these were two of the island’s bigger guards. Both were more than six feet [1.85 m] tall and had to weigh at least 200 lbs. [90 kg] each. To me, they looked like a couple of muscular former football players which is probably just what they were.They came into the suite and looked at Kyle standing there naked and asked, “Mr. Smithson, is this your son?””Yes, it is. The special services that I requested have been arranged for him,” answered Smithson.The guards approached Kyle and stopped in front of him. Then one of them said, “Please come with us.”Looking apprehensively at his father, Kyle almost screamed, “What for? What are you going to do to me?””You wrote in your diary that you wondered how it felt to be a prisoner being examined by a dungeon master. I just thought you ought to experience it first-hand,” said his father.”Your father has ordered some special things for you,” replied the guard who had previously spoken.Suddenly, Kyle bolted for the door while still naked. However, the guards had anticipated this and the one closest to him grabbed him before he could go more than two feet in that direction. The big man seemingly effortlessly lifted him off the floor as he enveloped him from behind in a big bear hug. The other guard reached into the pocket of his shorts and produced a small black leather case which he carefully opened revealing a small metal canister. The guard opened the canisterand produced a syringe that ended in a hypodermic needle. As Kyle continued to struggle, the guard administered a shot in the thigh of the naked teenager. Kyle’s struggles slowed and then he went limp in the arms of the guard.Chapter IVSpecial Services, Island StyleQuickly I punched in the number for the social director’s office. I had to see just what John Smithson was planning. If the Smithson k** was abused too much, he could go back home and talk about his experiences on the island. Even though we were well insulated from preying eyes, his actions might create negative publicity for the company that we would prefer to avoid.”This is Mark inthe social director’s office. How may I help you Mr. Ericson?” came a smooth voice over the phone.I recalled Mark from my last visit to the island. He was a good-looking American boy who could do wonderful things to your cock with his mouth, but that was another story.”Mark, it’s good to talk with you again. I need to know what one of our guests has planned for his son. I was observing John Smithson’s suite just now on the executive channel. He appeared to be abusing his son using Klaus from our staff of boys. So far, they haven’t done anything that exceeds what we would ordinarily provide for a paying guest of the resort. However, he seems to have ordered some special services for his son. I would like to know what he has planned. I don’t want to see his boy go home unhappy and tell what happened to him while he was here with his father” I explained.”Sir, he has reserved a dungeon for the rest of the evening and asked that we provide a list of things that he wants to have available. I’m sending a copy of that list to your executive e-mail address as we speak so that you can see it for yourself,” explained Mark.I fumbled with the computer for a moment before bringing up my corporate e-mail account. Quickly I accessed and scanned the list that Mark had provided.”Mark, from his list I would say that it looks like he’s planning a fairly serious torture session. Will he be conducting the session himself or does he want us to provide a torturer?” I asked.”Give me a moment to check,” replied Mark. There was a moment of silence and then the young man replied, “He wants us to provide someone while he watches from his room. He has also asked that Klaus remain with him in his suite until the session is over. As is company policy, we asked him how far he intended to go. We were told that he just plans to scare his son more than anything else. Mr. Ericson, is there some reason that we should be concerned? Since we will be providing the torturer, we won’t do anything that might result in permanent injury to his son, even to the point of refusing his instructions if they violate that rule.””No, Mark. I just wanted to be certain that we stay within company guidelines for this sort of thing. Which dungeon are they using? I think that I’ll watch for a while on the executive channel,” I replied.”They will be using dungeon number two. Ivan will be the torturer. Would you like to see Ivan’s profile sheet? I can send that to you, if you like,” said Mark in his most efficient voice.A brief chill went up my back. Ivan had once worked for the Russian secret police and was very effective as a torturer. Of course, once he had joined Boy Vacations, he had had to shift from doing whatever it took to get information out of the person being tortured regardless of whatever permanent damage resulted to getting the most in the way of sexual stimulation with no permanent damage involved. For him it was more of a career refinement than a career change. Strangely enough, he was really quite good at it.”No, that’s alright. I recall Ivan from his interview when he first joined the company. I’ll be shifting back and forth from the Smithson suite to dungeon number two on my monitor. I assume that I can access split screen and watch both at once. Is that correct?” I asked.”Yes sir, Mr. Ericson. That’s correct. Just click the ‘split screen’ button once you first access the two channels in sequence,” replied Mark.”Thanks Mark. Oh and Mark, you’re doing a great job there in the social director’s office,” I added.”Thank you, sir. Will that be all for now, sir?” responded Mark almost purring.”Yes, I can take it from here,” was my response as I hung up the phone.Steve looked at me. Up until now he had been as fascinated as I was with what was going on in the Smithson suite. He had kept one hand on my hard cock and the other on his own while we both watched the monitor reveal what had been transpiring in that suite elsewhere on the island.”Are we really going to watch what that guy does to his son in the dungeon? What I’ve seen so far has me hot enough to make me forget whatever that might be in favor of some action right now here in our own suite,” replied Steve as he looked at me with unconcealed lust on his handsome young face.”I just want to see what Smithson’s going to do. I don’t want him doing anything that will have that young man go home and make waves that will result in bad publicity for the company. I know that the social director on the night shift will be monitoring this as well as any other ‘special services’ that are booked for this evening as per company policy, but, as you know, I like to check on things myself every now and then. It helps to keep the quality of our services up to the high level that makes our business a success and our guests coming back for more.” I explained this to Steve knowing that he knew me well enough to know that once I had focused on a guest, I wouldn’t let it go until I was satisfied that he was getting all that he paid for from the company.”Well, then. Let’s see what old Smithson has in mind for young Kyle not to mention Klaus,” replied Steve with a laugh. Then he smiled and winked at me and asked, “Do you want me to take notes?”I smiled back at him and reached out my hand and ran it over his smooth chest stopping at his left nipple. I took my thumb and forefinger and circled it. Slowly, I massaged it for a moment before releasing it. Then I took my forefinger and put it to my lips, kissed it, and then pressed it to his lips.”Be patient. There’s still time for us. Let’s see what happens here,” I said.Then, I turned my attention back to the monitor in time to see Klaus undressing John Smithson. In his late forties, the man was still good-looking. He had evidently once been a high school and college athlete. From his slim build I would haveguessed that most likely he had been a track man. Klaus had unbuttoned the man’s expensive shirt and was slipping it off as I watched. I could see that Smithson had a light dusting of hair on a still well-defined chest. Klaus next unfastened his shorts, lowered them to the ground, and motioned for the man to step out of them. Smithson stood there in nothing but his Ralph Lauren boxers for a moment before putting his thumbs in the waistband and pushing them down himself. Then he turned toward Klaus in time for me to see his now erect five inch [12½ cm] penis protruding from an ash blonde pubic bush. I couldn’t help but wonder if he planned to have sex with Klaus while he watched his own son being tortured.Oh well, we cater to all kinds. When it comes to money, ‘green is green’ as they say, were my thoughts as I watched the naked man on my monitor run his left hand slowly through the short blonde hair of an equally naked Klaus.With that, I switched to the spy cam in dungeon number two. It took a minute for me to realize that the walls of the room were painted in a flat black color in order to focus the viewer on the action in the well-lighted center of the room. I could see Kyle suspended by his wrists in padded cuffs that were attached to chains that extended from the beam in the ceiling that was specially equipped and provided for that purpose. He was dangling there naked and limp apparently still u*********s from the knock-out shot that the guard had given him earlier in the Smithson suite.I could see his chest and abs contract and expand as he drew in his labored breaths. His feet barely touched the floor. Slowly he swayed back and forth with the bright lights of the dungeon focused on him.Ivan was arranging his tools on a stainless steel bench to one side of the boy. He also had a brazier of hot coals in a thick iron bowl-like containeron a stand to one side of the table. What appeared to be a branding iron was sticking out of it.Surely he’s not planning on branding the k**? I said to myself. Then I recalled Mark’s comment about Smithson only planning to scare the boy. Well, I thought, Waking up to a brazier of hot coals with a branding iron sticking out of it after experiencing humiliation at the hands of my father would scare the Hell out of me. I wonder what it will do for his k**?Just then Kyle’s body jerked ashe started to regain consciousness. I could see his head shake as the d**g that the guards had used on him began to wear off. There was a low moan and then I could hear him say in a low voice, “What the Hell! Where am I? What’s going on here?”Ivan looked at him and said nothing. The Russian was a big guy in his fifties with a barrel chest. He was about six feet [1.85 m] tall and probably tipped the scales at 220 lbs. [100 kg]. His unkempt hair and short beard were gray. He wore a sleeveless black leather vest and leather pants with a cod piece that snapped into place. His arms and that part of his chest that protruded above the vest were very hairy. However, it was his lined and weathered face that inspired fear in a potential victim. It was completely expressionless. In fact, he looked more like a machine than a man that would pursue his ends with no emotion whatsoever.I could see Kyle looking at the big Russian wide-eyed and knew in my gut that he was experiencing a feeling of panic mixed with helplessness.Ivan slowly walked up to the immobile teenager dangling naked from the ceiling. He stopped and just stood there looking the boy in the eyes. His gaze never left Kyle’s face as he reached out his hand and placed it on his chest. Then he slowly ran its rough surface down across the boy’s smooth abs and bare pubic mound. When he reached Kyle’s penis, he took his balls in his big hand enveloping them in his strong grip. Slowly, he rolled them around like he was examining fruit in a public market. Then, he squeezed them just like they were a bunch of g****s. From watching Ivan work before, I knew that he would squeeze his testicles just enough to inflict pain but not permanent damage. However, the pain made Kyle think that the man was about to crush his balls and he screamed as loud as he could.Of course the sound-proofed dungeon muted any sounds coming from it. I looked at that part of the monitor that showed the Smithson suite. A naked John Smithson was leaning back on one elbow on the edge of the bedwith his legs spread wide. An equally naked Klaus was on his knees sucking the man’s cock for all he was worth as the man caressed the boy’s fair hair with his left hand. In his right he held the remote for the large television screen that showed him what was happening to his son in the dungeon. The man smiled as he watched Ivan and Kyle on the television screen.Looking again at the image of the dungeon, I could see Ivan with his still expressionless face saying to the Smithson boy, “This is nothing compared to what you will feel when I decide to cut your balls off.”Kyle screamed again with tears running down his face. He struggled in his bonds but his hands were bound fast to the ceiling beam. I could see sheen of sweat on his young body as he vainly tried to break free of his tormentor.This must be the part where Smithson scares the crap out of his son, I thought as I watched the scene unfold before me on the monitor. For a second I glanced in the direction of Steve. His eyes were wide as he stared at the monitor not sure if what he was hearing was going to happen or not. He had never known Boy Vacations to allow anyone to be castrated at one of its resorts.”Let’s have some fun first,” said Ivan as he slowly unfastened the cod piece on his black leather pants. His six inch [15 cm] erect penis became visible in a forest of gray pubic hair. Slowly he circled the dangling boy like an a****l circling its prey. Then he stopped behind Kyle and ran his hand down the boy’s quivering back. He stopped when he reached the young American’s crack. With both hands he parted the rounded mounds of his well-muscled butt cheeks. Then he took one finger and slowly inserted it in the boy’s anus. Kyle screamed again, more from surprise and shock than from pain.The big Russian withdrew the finger. He waited for a moment and then inserted two of his big fingers probing the boy’s butt as they entered. Kyle screamed again, this time from pain as well as from fear. When the man was satisfied with his exploration, he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock into the opening. With little regard for the boy, he pushed the full length of his six inch [15 cm] cock into the tight opening. Kyle screamed again as he was ****d by the big Russian.Ivan rocked back and forth enjoying himself. As he became more and more aroused, he moved in and out faster and faster. Finally, he grunted as he came in the boy’s ass.The big Russian pulled out of the dangling boy and walked over to the table that displayed his tools and wiped his cock with a small towel. Then he selected a stainless steel hunting knife with a six inch [15 cm] blade and returned to the dangling boy. Kyle was blubbering to himself with drool running down one corner of his mouth. When he saw that Ivan had a knife in his hand he squealed and urinated on the floor. The Russian stepped back to avoid the golden flow and put the knife back on the table. Instead, he reached down to one side of the steel table and came back with a small black hose. Turning on a faucet, a stream of water spewed from the hose. Then, he used it to wash the urine down the floor drain before turning the water on the struggling boy.The water must have been cold because Kyle shook as the water washed him down. The Russian turned the water off and taking the knife slowly approached the dangling boy. “I just wanted to cut you down,” he said with a grin for the first time revealing some emotion on his weathered features.Ivan cut the lines that secured Kyle to the ceiling beam. Unable to stand, the boy collapsed into the Russian’s big hairy arms. Ivan scooped him up like a sack of flour and deposited him face up on what at first appeared to be a table on the other side of where he had been hanging. It only took a minute for me to realize that it was not a table but a rack.Ivan grinned menacingly as he secured the boy’s hands and feet in the padded cuffs at each end of the rack. Once he had Kyle spread-eagled on the rack, the big Russian turned the crank stretching the boy until he was stretched as tightly as possible without dislocating any of his joints. I could see that the boy was in agony but nothing had been done that would result in any permanent damage.Once again, Ivan ran his rough hands over the smooth chest and abs of the young American then he bent down and licked the boy’s nipples before lightly sucking on first one and then the other.I spite of his discomfort, Kyle’s cock started to rise. As Ivan continued to run his hands over his body and lick and suck his nipples, the boy’s five inch [12½ cm] cock rose to its full erect length.Once Kyle was fully erect, the Russian stopped his fondling of the boy. I could see a momentary smile cross his weathered face as he turned and walked the few steps back to his tools. When he returned, I could see that he had a leather cock ring in his hand. Taking Kyle’s hard cock in his hand he circled it with a black leather cock ring securing it in place behind the boy’s balls with a buckle much like that on most watch bands. The only difference was that there was a ring attached to the cock ring. Ivan now secured this ring to a hook attached to a thin metal cable that was attached to the ceiling bean. Once that was done, Ivan pushed a button under the rack and I could hear the low steady sound of a motor running as it took up the slack in the metal line. Ivan let the motor run until the line was taught and Kyle’s cock and balls were being pulled away from his body. His only choice was to arch his back to try to relieve the strain. Again, Ivan only used enough strain to force the boy into a very uncomfortable position.The big Russian went back to the instrument table and came back with a bottle of clear liquid in a plastic bottle. He poured some of the liquid on his hand and proceeded to slowly and carefully wipe down the boy’s cock and balls. Then he retrieved his knife and came back to the side of the rack so that a viewer like the boy’s father (or me) had an unobstructed view of the boy on the rack and his tormentor.Ivan took the boy’s testicles in his left hand and positioned the knife as though he were ready to cut off Kyle’s balls. The young American screamed as loudly as he could and struggled against his restraints as tears rained down his face. It was all in vain, as the big Russian gave every indication that his next move would be to slice off the k**’s testicles. Ivan twisted Kyle’s scrotum in his hand and positioned the knife for the cutting stroke. Kyle went wide-eyed and then fainted.Frantically, I was calling the social director’s number. Castrating a guest was not something that we were willing to do at Boy Vacations. Yet, from the monitor it looked like that was just exactly what we were about to do. What the Hell was going on here? I asked myself.Then I saw Ivan release his hold on the boy’s testicles and move his knife away from the u*********s boy. Next, he hit the button to release the tension on the metal line that was putting the strain on the boy’s balls. I could see an amused look on the big Russian’s face as he put the knife back among the tools on the table beside the rack before releasing Kyle’s bonds. The torture session was over. I hung up the phone.The guard that had originally given Kyle the shot that had rendered him u*********s came through the door to the dungeon. Carefully, he lifted the inert form of the young American from the rack table and carried him from the room.What the Hell? I thought to myself. If he wanted to scare the k**, he did one heck of a job of that and that **** wasn’t something that I imagined either.A few minutes later there was a knock at the door of the Smithson suite. A still naked Klaus opened the door to reveal the guard with the limp boy over his shoulder. Klaus motioned him into the suite. The burly guard deposited the young American face-up on the bed.Turning to John Smithson who was now wearing a white terrycloth robe, the guard said, “Sir, he should regain consciousness in a few minutes. If he doesn’t please call us and we’ll dispatch a medical team to your suite.””Thank you, but everything should be alright. I believe that I can take it from here,” said Smithson as he handed the man a fifty dollar tip.”Thank you, sir,” said the guard who left the room as quickly as he had arrived.It was no more than a minute or two before the naked boy stirred on the bed. He began to regain consciousness. Suddenly, he jumped upright on the bed screaming, “Don’t cut me! Don’t cut off my balls!” Then he realized that he was back in the suite with his father and Klaus.John Smithson set down on the bed next to his son and asked, “Happy birthday. What did you think of my little surprise?”Kyle leaped up and hugged his father. Then a big smile crossed his face and he said, “Oh Dad, you sneaky bastard, that guy in the dungeon scared the crap out of me. I thought he really was going to cut off my balls. I didn’t think that you would ever let me experience a torture session anything like that while we were down here at this resort. This place is great. And Klaus here, talk about a sex partner! Now I know what I’ve been missing.”Klaus looked from the father to the son and said, “I hope that we here at Boy Vacations were able to provide all that you wanted in order to make your vacation everything that you hoped that it would be.”Kyle jumped up from the bed and ran over to the naked German boy. Then, he enveloped him in a big hug. “Oh Klaus, you were wonderful. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. You were everything that Dad said that you would be. This has been the best birthday that I’ve ever had. I don’t know how to thank you.”John Smithson got up and walked over to the two boys. “Here’s a little something to show our appreciation,” he said as he handed the young German a hundred dollar bill.”Thank you sir,” replied Klaus as he started to dress, “Is there anything else that I can do for you this evening?””Just tell Ivan that there will also be something waiting for him with the social director. Otherwise, that will be all,” said Smithson.Klaus tucked his golf shirt into his shorts and prepared to leave the suite.Steve and I sat there stunned looking at the monitor. This whole thing had just been an elaborate birthday gift from a rich man to a son who wanted to experience his teenaged sexual fantasies.Looking at one another, Steve and I burst out laughing. You sure could have fooled us from what we were seeing on the monitor. Then we kissed in a deep, passionate kiss as our hands caressed each other. It only took another minute for us to be completely absorbed in our own sexual passions. For us, the night was still young.Chapter VEn Route To New YorkEarly the next morning I woke from a deep sleep. Looking to my right, Steve’s head still rested on the pillow beside me. I shook my head to clear away the last of the cobwebs as memories of the fun that we had shared the night before in this very bed flooded back into my head. At my side, Steve’s heavy breathing indicated that he was still asleep. Slowly, being careful not to wake him, I eased myself off the crumpled bed. If I was going to pick up Jack Wilkinson at JFK at 5pm, I needed to confirm the flight details with the island’s air terminal office.Going into the living room of the luxury lodge where we were staying, I found the phone on the desk at one side of the room and punched in the island air terminal number. Two rings later, an efficient voice answered “Island Air Terminal, John speaking. How may I help you Mr. Ericson?””I want to reconfirm my scheduled departure for JFK in New York?” I responded.”Sir, we have you departing at eleven hundred. You will be taking the Airbus A340 that you flew here from London on to New York. You will have a group of guests who have completed their vacations as passengers. Once there, you will switch to the executive 747 with Mr. Wilkinson and his party as passengers. Your departure time from JFK is set for s*******n hundred. There are currently no weather conditions that are expected to impact your trip.”Mr. Wilkinson has requested a stop in Atlanta to pick up additional passengers. Once they are embarked, you will take the whole party to Orlando for a stay at the company’s Florida resort.” As I listened, I couldn’t help but think that John was doing a good job summarizing my day’s itinerary. Steve had taken care of things in his usual efficient manner.”That sounds good to me. Steve and I will be ready by ten hundred. Please have someone meet us with transportation for the two of us from our lodge to the air terminal,” I responded.”I’ll be happy to take care of that for you, Mr. Ericson” I heard the efficient voice at the other end of the phone say. Then I thanked John and hung up. Another call and I had breakfast for Steve and me ordered for delivery at our lodge.Still naked, I went back into the bedroom to find Steve still asleep. I headed toward the bathroom deciding to shave and shower before waking him. Once I had shaved, I went over to the extra-large shower and adjusted the knobs to get the water heated to just the right temperature. I entered the shower and just stood there letting the warm water cascade over my body. Steve must have heard the shower running because I had not been there very long when the door opened and there stood my boy smiling at me. I smiled back and motioned him to join me in the shower.I took Steve in my arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then he kissed me back much more passionately than I had kissed him. In a moment we were linked in a full ‘lip lock’ as he liked to call it. After the passion that we had enjoyed the night before, his sexual resilience always surprised me, but that was the way of the young.Steve found the soap dish and took a piece of soap from it. Then he worked it back in forth in his hands until they were both full of suds. Slowly, he soaped my chest and abs as he worked his way into my pubic area. Soapy hands took charge of my cock massaging it with a skill born of experience. I sighed and took the boy’s cock in my own hand. It wasn’t long before we both came there in that tropical shower. It was times like this when I realized just how much I enjoyed working for and being a part of Boy Vacations.Promptly at ten hundred, a black Land Rover pulled up in front of our lodge. The driver loaded our luggage and drove us to the island air terminal where the Airbus A340 was waiting for us on the tarmac.I was rather surprised to find John Smithson and his son, Kyle, among the guests waiting to board the aircraft for our trip to New York. Even though Steve and I had observed their sexual activities of the past evening, neither of us had actually ever met them. I figured that I ought to correct that and took the opportunity to introduce myself to them.I walked over to where they were waiting. John Smithson was wearing a white knit golf shirt with pale gray Ralph Lauren slacks and an expensive J. Crew navy blue antique silk blazer. I caught sight of a crest on the breast pocket and recognized it as that of the New York Yacht Club. Kyle was wearing an expensive golf shirt and board shorts. You would never have known that they had spent the previous evening engaged in the wildest of sexual activities.”Mr. Smithson, I’m Claude Ericson. I’ll be your pilot on your flight to JFK. I hope that you as well as your son have had a good time while you’ve been here on Ericson Island,” I said as I extended my hand to him.”Why, yes. We’ve had a great time on the island. It’s good of you to ask,” he responded as he shook my hand. Then turning to his son, he added “This is my son Kyle.” I shook the boy’s hand and followed by turning to Steve and adding “And this is my son, Steve. Although young, he acts as my assistant when attending to the needs of our guests.”Looking back at Smithson, I asked “If you would like to take advantage of the private cabin on our return flight, it is at your disposal. Just let me, my co-pilot, Steve, or the chief flight attendant know and we will see that whatever you need is available. Boy Vacations wants to make sure that your stay with us is memorable.”Both John and Kyle Smithson smiled and then grinned from ear to ear. The father answered “There’s no question about that. We’ve had a once in a lifetime experience.””That’s good to hear,” I replied. “Now, I’m afraid that you’ll have to excuse us as we need to prepare the plane for departure. We should be boarding shortly,” I explained as I excused us.We found Kieran, the copilot, waiting for us by the door to the plane. Boarding the aircraft, I left him conducting the walk-around visual check of the aircraft while I checked out the flight deck. In a short time we determined that everything was in order. I left Steve with Kieran on the flight deck and went to check on the passenger accommodations. Boy Vacations always wanted their guests to have everything that would make even their flight home more than just comfortable.The same group of boys who had served as flight attendants on our flight from London to the island were also performing that function on today’s flight. Jonathan, that cute thirteen year-old, who had provided such great sexual service on our trip to the island, was back as the chief flight attendant. He smiled as he handed me the flight attendant roster. He must have enjoyed his night on the island with that coin that I gave him insuring him special privileges, I thought as I looked through the roster, confirming that all was well. Then I sent him off with a swat on his cute little ass. Meanwhile, Kieran had returned with the load-sheet which I signed and sent with Steve to give to the dispatcher.I told the attendant at the gate to start boarding, and then contacted the tower.”Ericson Island Control, Good afternoon. Bravo-victor-two-five-one at Boy Vacations gate one, request clearance to JFK New York as filed, via stated departure,” I announced into the radio.”Bravo-victor-two-five-one, Cleared IFR to JFK New York as filed via stated departure. Squawk 7670.””Cleared to JFK New York as filed, 7670 in the box. Bravo-victor-two-five-one.””Bravo-victor-two-five-one, Readback correct, call Ground for push and start. Have a good day.””Ground for push and start, üsküdar escort Bye-Bye. Bravo-victor-two-five-one.”I switched the radio over to Ground control, and let Kieran continue with the required radio communications while I readied the engines for start-up. Jonathan, the chief attendant, returned and reported that all passengers were aboard, and that all doors were closed. I started up the engines, after a tug pushed us back. While Kieran taxied the aircraft, I spoke to the passengers:”Good afternoon gentlemen. This is your captain, Claude Erickson, speaking. Welcome aboard Boy Vacations flight 251 to John F. Kennedy in New York. The weather at 35,000 feet and at our destination is favorable, so we’re in for an efficient, comfortable flight. The flight attendants will provide for your every need. Boy Vacations wants you to enjoy yourselves, even on the flight home. So, don’t let your imaginations stop you. I’ll keep you updated during the flight.”I replaced the handset and continued with the takeoff and climb procedures. Moments later, we were cruising at the altitude assigned by ATC. I gave Kieran control. As I arose, I beckoned for Steve to join me. We exited the flight deck, and proceeded, with a few hand-shaking and talking intervals with passengers, towards the aft of the aircraft, picking up the chief flight attendant, along the way. When we got to where John Smithson and Kyle were seated, I stopped and said “Have you seen the private cabin at the rear of the aircraft? If not, I thought that you and your son might like to check it out,” I asked the man.John Smithson smiled at me and said “That’s very thoughtful of you. No, captain, we haven’t seen it but we would like to do so. The one on our flight out was in use while we were on board and we didn’t get a chance to see the one on that particular aircraft.””I was just going back there to make sure that everything is in order. Why don’t the two of you join us,” I said inviting them to accompany us. It was just a short walk to the rear of the plane. There, I unlocked the door to what I knew as the ‘crew cabin’ but what was called the ‘private cabin’ when talking with guests.Even for those used to traveling ‘first class’ when traveling by plane, the cabin was impressive. The fact that there was one at all marked this as a luxury flight. I flicked on the lights and then stepped aside so that John and Kyle Smithson could enter the space first. The sight of a comfortable bed piled high with pillows in one corner of the room and a sitting area in the other was impressive by any standards. Of course it wasn’t big, but in an aircraft of this size, this little room seemed incredibly spacious.”Are there any private inflight services that you would like to enjoy during the flight?” I asked once the Smithsons had settled into the two easy chairs in the sitting area of the cabin.Kyle looked at his father and then asked him coyly “Dad, may I ask for something while we are here in the cabin?””Sure, Kyle, what would you like?” responded the boy’s father.”You know how I said that I would like to try doing it to another boy now that it’s been done to me,” said the boy as he blushed slightly and looked at the deck.”Why not?” said his father and then turning to me asked “Kyle would like to have sex with another boy in which he performs anal sex on the other boy. Can we do that at this altitude?””Of course,” I answered. Then turning to Kyle, I asked “Is there a particular boy with whom you would like to have sex or could Jonathan here be of service? He’s particularly well-experienced in satisfying the needs of our Boy Vacations guests.Kyle eyed the chief flight attendant sizing him up with his eyes and said “I think that I would enjoy having sex with Jonathan, but would it be out of line to ask Steve to participate as well?”That sort of took me aback for a moment and I turned to Steve. Normally, he did not service our guests, but I also knew that he might enjoy a ‘threesome’ if he chose to do so. However, it would have to be entirely voluntary on his part to do so.”What do you say, Steve, would you like to have some ‘mile high time’ with Kyle and Jonathan on the way to New York?” I asked.”That sounds like it would be more fun than just watching inflight movies on the TV screen at my seat, even if Boy Vacations does provide a very interesting selection of films for its guests,” replied Steve winking at me as he said it. I knew that he was referring to the broad range of porn films available on company planes that were there for guest viewing.Turning back to John Smithson, I asked “Did you plan to observe or participate in this ‘three way’ or did you plan to leave the boys here by themselves?””I think I’ll return to my seat in the main cabin. I’m a little tired from last night’s activities and may get a little ‘shut eye’ while the younger crowd amuses themselves,” advised the older man. Then he added “Besides, it will give me an opportunity to contact my office and check my messages.”With that, he rose and stated for the door. I followed him back to his seat. Once he was comfortable, I added “If you would like to monitor the activities in the private cabin from your seat, channel five will provide a live feed from there to your seatback TV screen. I can set it so that only you and I can access that channel and I only need access for safety and security purposes.””That’s good to know,” replied Smithson as he thanked me for making the cabin available for his son’s use.I left him checking the contents of his briefcase and headed back to the flight deck. Even if John Smithson didn’t check on activities in the private cabin, I knew that I would, and not just for safety and security purposes. I continued to let Kieran handle the main flight duties while I tuned in to channel five to see how Steve and Jonathan were taking care of young Kyle, our guest. After all, John Smithson was very wealthy and separating him from some of that wealth at Boy Vacations was something that I wanted to see continue.Back in the private cabin Kyle looked at Jonathan and Steve unsure of how to proceed. Steve, although only 14, had already learned to be a ‘take charge’ guy, particularly when it came to seeing that Boy Vacations guests were well pleased with the company’s services. It was he who broke the awkward silence by saying “Jonathan why don’t you slip out of those clothes and show Kyle here just what a good-looking boy you really are?”With that, the younger boy pulled his white golf shirt with the Boy Vacations logo on the chest pocket out of his blue shorts and peeled it off over his head. Then, he slowly unfastened the belt on his shorts and slid them down his tanned legs and stepped out of them. He hesitated for just a moment before slipping his thumbs in the waistband of his bikini underwear and then they too joined the rest of his clothing on a chair.At thirteen, Jonathan was a well-muscled boy with nice abs. He had an overall tan free from tan lines. (I was reminded that making it mandatory that the company’s boys spend serious time in the gym and use those tanning machines paid off when it came to guest satisfaction.) The boy also had a cute ass that looked remarkably like it was composed of two perfectly formed apricot halves. His flaccid two and a half inch [6½ cm] penis hung over a well-formed ball sack. Like most of the staff at Boy Vacations, he was kept hairless from the neck down in order to facilitate sexual activity with the company’s guests.Slowly, Jonathan made a complete turn so that Kyle could get a good look at his nude body. He smiled at the American boy giving him his best ‘come hither’ look.There was an obvious tenting in Kyle’s shorts as his penis rose to erection just looking at the naked boy standing there before him in the cabin. Then, his hand disappeared in his shorts as he sought to stroke the rock-hard source of his boyhood.As Kyle lusted after the naked Jonathan, Steve pulled his own golf shirt out of his pants and slipped it over his head. His lean bare torso now attracted Kyle’s attention. Even on the monitor, I could see perspiration on the young American boy’s forehead. It was plain that both boys were accomplishing their mission of arousing the thirteen year-old over-sexed Kyle.I thought to myself This is like watching you turn a hungry k** loose in a candy store. Kyle probably gets hard if the wind blows over his cock.Steve walked the few steps over to where Kyle was still seated in the easy chair with his hand inside of his board shorts now plainly stroking his cock. My boy reached down and pulled the younger boy to his feet. He pressed the young American close to him wrapping his arms around him. Then, he kissed him full on the lips in a long, passionate kiss. Before Kyle could pull away, Steve took the sides of the younger boy’s golf shirt in both hands and pulled it up and over his head. Kyle stumbled to keep his balance but did not resist as Steve reached for the belt on his shorts saying “Let’s enjoy ourselves. No one will bother us short of an inflight emergency and anyway, that would be announced over the loudspeaker system.”In short order, Kyle’s board shorts were on the ground followed by his boxers. The thirteen year-old American boy stood there naked. At 5ft. 7in. [1.70 m] and 145 lb. [65 kg], he was a good-looking boy in his own right. He played football and basketball back home in the States. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Since being shaved the night before, he too was hairless below the neck. As a result, his roughly five inch [12½ cm] rock-hard cock looked larger than it was.”Jonathan, why don’t you show Kyle how you can please a guest?” instructed Steve.The young flight attendant walked slowly over to where Kyle stood in the middle of the room and took him by the hand half walking, half pushing him backward in the direction of the bed. In seconds, the young American found himself spread-eagled on the bed with his erection pointing toward the ceiling. Jonathan took it in one hand and then lowered his mouth over it sucking at it with skill born of experience. He moved up and down sucking and licking at the hard penis. Kyle’s eyes were glazed and his breathing was labored as he received what was probably the best blow job that he had ever had.I knew that Jonathan was a skilled cocksucker who could bring a guest close to orgasm and yet leave that same guest wanting what only the boy’s ass could provide. Still, every time I saw him in action I had the feeling that he could “suck the chrome off a trailer hitch” if he chose to do so.Kyle’s hands dug into the fabric of the bed coverings. His legs stretched and his back arched. When he was just seconds from orgasm, Jonathan stopped sucking and climbed up on the bed. He positioned himself over the young American boy and then lowered himself onto Kyle’s rock-hard organ. Jonathan hooked his knees around Kyle’s sides as he moved up and down just fast enough to keep the young American’s body at a fever pitch of sexual gratification yet not enough to bring on orgasm.Damn, that Jonathan k** is good at keeping you going for much longer than you would have believed possible, I thought as I watched the two boys on the monitor having sex on the bed in the private cabin. I need to see that he gets at least two coins for his efforts. I feel absolutely certain that the Smithsons will be on a plane to Ericson Island or another of our resorts the next time that they want boy sex.Then I heard Steve say “Role over and let Kyle get on top and do you rather than you do him. Let’s let him experience that as well as the way you’re doing it.”Pulling Kyle with him, Jonathan obediently rolled over pulling Kyle with him so that the American boy now found himself on top. Jonathan released his hold on the other boy’s sides and then repositioned his legs so that they came to rest d****d over Kyle’s shoulders. This brought his cute ass up so that it was easier for Kyle to thrust his hard penis into the boy’s rear. The young American responded eagerly and began to thrust himself in and out of the willing flight attendant.By now, Steve was fully aroused. I could see his erection tenting his shorts. He must have decided to get into the act himself because the next thing I knew he was undoing his own shorts and stepping out of them. When he dropped his boxers on the deck, I could see the pre-cum on his firm 5 inch [12½ cm] penis.Naked, he walked over to where the other two boys were engaged in anal sex. As Kyle was buried deep in Jonathan’s rear, Steve ran his hand over the young American’s butt caressing its every curve. Slowly, he let his hand feel the firmness of Kyle’s cute ass. Then, he parted Kyle’s butt cheeks and moistened his middle finger and inserted it in the other boy’s butt. A surprised and startled Kyle jerked involuntarily and then seemed to warm to the idea of its intrusion by increasing the speed at which he thrust in and out of Jonathan. Withdrawing his finger, Steve ran his penis up and down the young American’s crack before applying a liberal amount of K-Y to both it and the other boy’s ass. Easing it into Kyle’s butt completed turning the threesome into a ‘sandwich’. Again, this was a new experience for the American boy. While he continued to enjoy the pleasure s of Jonathan’s boy-hole, Kyle was experiencing having his own hole filled by a very experienced Steve.Faster and faster the two boys thrust their rock hard penises in and out. It wasn’t long before both came almost at once and filled their partners’ butts with creamy boy juice. Then, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a tumbled heap panting from their exertions.After a few minutes, it was Steve who was the first to untangle from the threesome on the bed. He more or less stumbled over to where a small washroom connected to the cabin. Once there, he took a washcloth from the rack, moistened it, and proceeded to wipe down his sweaty body. He would have liked to have had a shower, but that was more than even a luxury flight could manage.Turning back to the two boys still on the bed he said “Jonathan, I think that you had better get up and come back with me to see about the other passengers. We can leave Kyle here and let him rest for a while until we get into the greater New York area.””Yes sir, you’re right,” responded the young flight attendant as he hurriedly got off the bed and went over to the washroom to wipe himself down.A thoroughly spent Kyle lay panting on the bed looking at the other two boys as they dressed and prepared to leave the cabin. “I think that I’ll take you up on that and rest for a few minutes before I go back out there with my father,” said the young American boy. Then he added “That was a lot of fun.”Steve and Jonathan both smiled at him and then Steve replied “Anything to make your experience with Boy Vacations more enjoyable.”Chapter VIAnything For The State DepartmentWe got to JFK around sixteen hundred and taxied to the usual Boy Vacations private terminal. The company’s luxury 747 was waiting and being readied for a s*******n hundred departure for Florida. This didn’t leave us much time to change from one plane to another. Since I had just been the official pilot on the flight from Ericson Island, I had arranged for another pilot to handle the flight of the 747 to Atlanta and then on to Orlando. Steve and I would just be passengers on this flight. My presence there was just to make sure that a very important client was satisfied with the services being provided by ‘Boy Vacations’. However, there were a couple of surprises in store for me.Jack Wilkerson was taking a group of Middle Eastern men to Florida to be entertained while he negotiated with the head of their party on an oil deal. A stop in Atlanta would add a group of boy wrestlers to the mix. The boys were the winners of a youth wrestling tournament that had just concluded in that city. I couldn’t help but wonder if those boys knew just what kind of ‘fun’ they might be expected to provide for Jack Wilkerson and his Arab ‘guests’.When I got to the embarkation area of the private terminal, Steve and I were met by two men in dark business suits. The older of the two was a man in his late forties who introduced himself as Sam Martin with the State Department. The younger guy with him appeared to be in his early 30s. As it turned out, his name was Norman Fisher. Their credentials confirmed their identities.Martin was about five feet ten [1.80 m] tall with short greying hair that had once been a dark brown. He was stocky but not fat. His steel-rimmed glasses gave him a serious air that was probably something that he cultivated.Fisher on the other hand was about 6 feet [1.85 m] tall with a lean build and medium length sandy blond hair. His face was almost boyish when compared to that of Martin. To me, he looked like he might have once been a college track man or at the very least somebody who kept fit by either running or swimming.”Mr. Ericson, the State Department would like to see that Mr. Wilkerson’s guests have a good time while they are in Florida. The oil deal that they are negotiating is important to our country. As we understand it, the group will be staying at the Florida Boy Vacations resort. We understand that your resort caters to, should we say, a rather specialized market which evidently includes Sheik Abdullah and his party. We would like to have Mr. Fisher accompany them as the State Department liaison. Would your company or you have any problem with that?” Martin asked in his most serious State Department voice.”No, of course not. Boy Vacations would be happy to cooperate with the State Department in any way that it can to facilitate any deal that would benefit America. However, as you said, we do provide services to a very specialized market and would not want your Mr. Fisher to assume that he will have veto power over what we do or do not do to provide for our guests,” I answered politely. (This was a new development. All I needed was some straight-laced State Department type wanting to tell me what I could or could not do for a guest.)Martin paused thinking it over for a moment before responding “Of course Mr. Ericson. After all, your company would know best how to take care of its guests in order to insure that they have a good experience. However, Mr. Fisher might be handy just in case one of the Sheik’s party wants something that would violate your company policy or otherwise cause you to break the law regarding the type of services that you can legally provide to guests.””Then I think that we have a deal,” I smiled shaking his hand. I turned to Fisher and said “Please board with the rest of the passengers when they board. I would recommend that you pose as just another passenger so as to minimize your impact on the rest of the guests. After all, they are paying for a rather exotic vacation that starts when they board their flight to their Boy Vacations resort. We would not like for them to think that the government has sent someone to check up on them while they are our guests. I hope that you have some casual clothes with you. The way that you are dressed is fine for a New York business office, but you would look out of place at a vacation resort in Florida.””I have other clothes with me in my bag. I understand and can assure you that I will blend in with the rest of your guests as much as possible,” answered Fisher.”Good. Then let’s keep your true identity between us for now. Oh, by the way, Steve here is my son and assistant. While he’s young, he’s already very experienced at taking care of our guests’ needs. Either he or I will see to anything that you may need on the flight or while you’re at our Boy Vacations Florida resort.” With that, I shook his hand and then excused myself to check in with the rest of the flight crew.However, I had another surprise awaiting me on the way to the plane. John Smithson met me in the middle of the passenger waiting area with a request.”Kyle has really enjoyed his visit to Ericson Island and the fun that he had on the plane ride home. He was wondering if there was any way that he could volunteer to be a Boy Vacations ‘boy’ for a few days and service some of your other guests. I told him that I would ask you but that I was not sure that your company would be willing to allow that,” explained Smithson.”That is a rather unusual request,” I said mulling it over in my head for a moment before continuing. After all, doing special favors for a guest as rich as Smithson would ensure his future return to Boy Vacations as well as his personal recommendation to others in his social set. So I responded “We can accommodate Kyle’s request but there are a few conditions to which he would have to agree. First, he could not go back to Ericson Island since he would be known there as a guest. Second, where ever he does go, he would have to agree that he will not tell any of the other staff that he is really a guest. And, third, he would have to agree that he will be treated just like any other boy on the Boy Vacations staff while posing as part of that staff. If these conditions are acceptable to you and to him, then I think that we can provide Kyle with the experience that he wants.”Smithson motioned to Kyle who was sitting on a bench across the waiting area. He came over to where we were standing. His father repeated my conditions to him and then asked “Do you agree to these conditions? If you do, then maybe you can go with Mr. Ericson to Florida for a week, assuming that he has room for you now. If not, you’ll have to wait until he can make other arrangements. What will it be?””I agree with the conditions and would like to go to Florida with him, assuming that he has space for me now,” answered the boy, all but gushing his acceptance of my terms.”Ok, Kyle. Board with the rest of the passengers and report to the chief flight attendant. Don’t use your real last name. Just tell him that you are a new recruit and he’ll tell you what to do on the flight. After you get to Florida, I’ll tell the supervisor of the boys working there that you’re Kyle Smith and there for orientation. He’ll take it from there. Oh, and you won’t need your luggage. Everything you’ll need will be provided by Boy Vacations,” I told the excited boy. Secretly, I hoped that I had not bitten off more than I could chew by agreeing to take the Smithson boy along with me.John Smithson thanked me profusely and then turned to his son giving him a big hug. Just before they parted, he told the boy to mind the Boy Vacation authorities and that he would see him in a week or so, assuming that he didn’t have to leave the country on business.Next, I caught sight of Jack Wilkinson talking with what could only be his party of Arab oilmen. Wilkinson was a man in his early fifties. His face was tanned in that way that only comes with spending a lot of time outdoors. This contrasted with his thick, bushy head of gray-white hair. He was trim and probably tipped the scale at 185 lb. [83 kg] but it was the fact that he was 6ft. 3 [1.90 m] that made him stand out in a crowd. He was originally from Texas and still wore one of those expensive western ‘cowboy’ hats that marked him as a successful Texan who had come up from simple roots. When you added the hat to his already tall frame, he was hard to miss where ever he went.By contrast, the middle-aged man with whom he was talking was only about 5 ft. 9 [1.76 m] and must have weighed a good 200 lb. [90 kg]. Since he was wearing those flowing robes and the head dress typical of the Arab upper classes, I couldn’t tell, but he looked like he was sporting a sizeable paunch. There were three other men with him who also wore Arab dress. Two appeared to be the sheik’s bodyguards while the third was much younger. As I got closer, I could see that the third man was really only a boy, most likely the sheik’s son. Norman Fisher was also there, sort of in the background, ready to run interference as needed.As I walked up to the group, Jack Wilkinson smiled when he saw me, waved, and called out “Hey Claude! Good to see you. Come on over here and meet Sheik Abdullah and his party.”I waved back at Jack. When I got up to him, we shook hands and then embraced in one of those big hugs that only old friends and lovers can manage. Jack had been one of Boy Vacations first customers. When my father had opened the business with his first resort, the big Texan had booked a suite the very first week that we were accepting guests. That was fifteen years ago. I had been only f******n at the time. Before that week was out, I had been in Jack’s bed on several very memorable occasions. I could honestly say that he had taught me some of my first lessons in man-boy sex. Now, fifteen years later, we respected each other as friends. He knew that I would see that his every wish was fulfilled while a guest of Boy Vacations and I knew that money was not an issue when it came to him and his guests having the time of their lives. Fortunately for me, he only liked young teenaged boys and since I was no longer one, this kept me from becoming an object of his desire.As they untangled from the big hug, Jack turned to the Arabs and said “Sheik Abdullah, this is Claude Ericson. His father is the CEO of Boy Vacations. As you are aware, it’s one of their resorts where we’ll be staying while we’re in Florida. He’ll be with us to insure that our every wish is quietly and efficiently fulfilled. Claude, this is Sheik Abdullah bin Yousef. Let’s just say that he and I are negotiating an oil deal while hoping to enjoy ourselves at the same time.Turning to the Arab nobleman, I extended my hand and said “Alsalamo Alikom” [Peace be with you.] The sheik smiled and took my hand shaking it vigorously while saying “Wa’alikom Alsalam” [and peace be with you.] Then he added in English “Do you speak our language?””No,” I responded. “I regret that I can only show you the proper respect in your own language. However, we do have people on staff at Boy Vacations who do speak fluent Arabic, if you would prefer to be served in your own language while our guest.””It is not necessary, but I thank you for offering. This visit will give me an opportunity to practice my English,” responded Sheik Abdullah. Then turning to the rest of his party he said “This is Ali, my son. He is a student at one of your American private schools and speaks excellent English. There are some things that he in particular would like to experience while in Florida. I trust that you can make them a reality for him. The other two men with us are Omar and Feisal. They are my bodyguards. I regret to say that they only speak very limited English but they are only with us as guards and will not require any special services while we are in Florida. However, if all goes well, I may grant them a few hours in which to amuse themselves before we leave your resort.”Ali was about thirteen or f******n. He stood about 5 ft. 7 [1.70 m] and probably weighed about 150 lbs. [68 kg]. His boyish olive-hued face peered at me from beneath a white burnouse. His dark brown eyes shone brightly taking in every detail of the scene around him. Although his flowing robes made it difficult to be certain, he looked like a slim young man. I recalled other young men from that part of the world with their olive skin and penises that reminded me of a light brown plantain that was always darker than the rest of their bodies. I couldn’t help but wonder if that described him as well.The two body guards were burley men who looked like they could bend nails with their bare hands. Each one was at least six feet [1.85 m] tall and probably weighed at least 200 lbs. [90 kg] apiece. The flowing robes of each man had a couple of obvious bulges that indicated to me that they were armed and ready to defend the sheik, if necessary. My guess was that they were most likely regular army combat veterans from the sheik’s own personal army.”I am sure that Boy Vacations can provide any services that your son might desire. Of course, this would be with your permission as his parent,” I responded again looking back at the sheik.”I have discussed the desires of my son with him and feel certain that whatever he will ask of you has my permission,” advised the sheik.Then turning to Steve, I added “Sir, this is my own son, Steve. Although he is only f******n, he assists me in seeing that our guests receive the best care possible so that their visit to a Boy Vacation resort is something to be remembered. Don’t let his youth fool you, he is already very experienced. If either one of us can be of service, just let us know.”Turning back to Jack Wilkerson, I said “Jack, the conference room on the plane has been made ready per your instructions so that Sheik Abdullah and you can talk business during the flight. We’ll pick up the boy wrestlers in Atlanta and then head on to Orlando. Since I just flew in from Ericson Island in the Caribbean, another pilot will be at the controls for this flight. That will leave me free to make sure that anything that you and your guests want is provided on the flight. If you’re ready, allow me to escort you to the conference room on the plane and we’ll get ready for takeoff.””That’s fine, Claude. Lead on,” answered Wilkerson.***Kyle Smithson boarded the aircraft at the rear door that was being used by the crew. When he got to the door, he looked at the fifteen year-old teenager who was waiting there clipboard in hand and correctly assumed that he was the chief flight attendant. (The fact that he was wearing a white golf shirt with the Boy Vacations logo on the pocket, and blue shorts sort of gave it away, given that Kyle has just spent a week at the company resort on Ericson Island and recognized the uniform of the Boy Vacations staff.)”I’m Kyle Smith. I’m a new recruit and was told by Mr. Ericson to report to the chief flight attendant on this flight. He said that you would know what to do with me,” explained Kyle. (Not using his real last name was something that he remembered to do.)”I didn’t get the word that any recruits would be coming on this flight. When did they decide to add you to the flight?” replied the flight attendant whose name was Marcel.”This was something that they just decided this afternoon. I’m afraid that I don’t know anything about how this would be communicated to you. I was just told to report to the head flight attendant on this particular flight,” responded Kyle.”Ok. Come with me. I’ll check with Mr. Ericson and see that you’re added to the manifest. I saw him board with a party of guests just a few minutes ago,” advised Marcel.”We have Arab guests for this flight. So they had all of the boys that look anything like they might be Arabs work this flight. I’m Marcel. I’m not an Arab. Actually, I’m Lebanese but can pass for anything from Italian to Arab, so long as I don’t have to speak the language.”Like Ali, Marcel was a lean young teenager with an olive complexion. He stood about 5ft. 9 [1.76 m] and weighed 145 lbs. [65 kg]. His hair was wavy and black. It framed his thin face with its brown eyes and aquiline nose in such a way as to give him an exotic look. From the way that his golf shirt clung to his body, Kyle could see that he was in good shape with well-defined arms and chest. Looking at Marcel, the American boy could see how sex with the young Lebanese would appeal to a Boy Vacations guest.Kyle responded to Marcel saying “I’m just your typical American boy. Mr. Ericson said that there are a lot of Boy Vacations guests who, shall we say, want to spend time with an American boy. I want the experience of providing services to the kind of people that frequent a Boy Vacations resort. Plus, the pay is not bad either.”Marcel laughed and then motioned to Kyle saying “Follow me. We need to get you into a recruit’s uniform. The way that you’re dressed, you’re going to be mistaken for a guest.***I led Jack and the Arabs to the onboard conference room on the big 747. I opened the door allowing the others to enter the room first. A large conference table dominated the space. The table could easily accommodate a dozen people around its highly polished surface. Jack Wilkinson and Sheik Abdullah took the seats across from each other at one end of the table. The two guards stationed themselves on opposite sides of the room with one watching the door while the other watched the two men seated at the table.Sheik Abdullah turned to me and said “Would you be so good as to take Ali to one of the smaller rooms on this fine aircraft. He will let you know what he is seeking while we are in Florida.” I bowed slightly to the sheik and said “It would be my pleasure, your highness.” Then Ali, Steve, and I left the older men to discuss oil.As we exited the conference room we found Norman Fisher waiting for us. “Jack Wilkerson and the sheik will be discussing their oil deal in the conference room. The sheik’s body guards are the only other people in there and I doubt that they will allow anyone else to enter until they have finished their business discussion.”Fisher looked a little glum. I guess that he had hoped that they would allow him to observe their oil discussion. However, even I figured that was very unlikely to happen.Then, turning to Ali, I said “Why don’t we go to the Pegasus suite. You can let Steve and me know what you would like in the way of special services while a guest at our Boy Vacations Florida resort.”***Marcel led Kyle toward the midsection of the big aircraft. He stopped and opened a door to what seemed like a private cabin and motioned Kyle inside. Once in the room, Kyle thought that it looked a lot like the one on the flight up from Ericson Island. It had the same arrangement with a bed in one corner piled high with pillows while there was a sitting area in the other corner. A small table completed the furnishings. It wasn’t a large room, but the fact that it was a private room on an aircraft reinforced the fact that this was a private, luxury aircraft.”Take off your clothes. I’ll be back in a minute with the regulation striped golf shirt and blue shorts that are worn by Boy Vacations recruits. That will let the rest of the staff on the plane and in Florida know that you’re a recruit and haven’t yet gone through basic training. I’ll also have a pair of the standard bikini style underwear for you. We all wear them. They’re just something that the guests like and pleasing the guests is the name of the game.Kyle looked at Marcel and then pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and peeled it over his head. Marcel liked the well-defined look of this young American’s torso and in particular his biceps. It was obvious that he had been involved in weight training and most likely sports as well. He left the room just as Kyle was sliding his shorts down and stepping out of them. I wouldn’t mind helping to train this one, was the thought that crossed the mind of the young Lebanese as he went to get a Boy Vacations uniform for Kyle.***I opened the door to the Pegasus suite and stood aside to let Ali enter. What happened next was not what I expected.Kyle stood there naked in the middle of the room. His clothes had been folded and placed on a chair. He was startled by the door being opened and had instinctively crossed his hands over his hairless pubic region. He sort of looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.Ali’s eyes went wide as did Kyle’s. Steve and I had entered the room right behind the young Arab. We both wondered what the Hell the Smithson boy was doing in the suite, much less naked. Then we saw the looks on the two boys’ faces.Kyle sputtered, “Ali, what the Hell are you doing here?”Ali staggered for an instant before regaining his balance and then said, “What are you doing here?”It was obvious that the two boys knew each other! “How do you two know each other?” I demanded momentarily losing my composure.Kyle spoke first. “We’re both in the same grade at Middlesex Prep in upstate New York. Last semester, we even lived on the same floor in the same dorm.”I just stood there stunned thinking Oh, crap.Chapter VIIEn Route To Orlando With An Atlanta tuzla escort StopoverThe safest thing to do was to take charge of the situation and bend both boys to my will. So I said sternly, “I sense some sort of problem here. What is it between you two, other than the fact that you never expected to run into each other under these conditions?”Ali turned his face towards me. I could see thinly disguised amusement on his young face. Then he took one more look at Kyle standing there naked before answering. “Kyle and some of his friends made fun of me and some of my friends at school because we shaved our body hair in accordance with the custom of our people and the Prophet’s teachings. It grew into a good natured rivalry. Now, the tables seem to be turned. It is good to see him standing there naked and hairless.” Then he added, “Why is he here anyway?””Kyle is here to learn about the way that we service guests such as yourself and your father. He has agreed to do that as an ‘intern’ on the staff of Boy Vacations. He will do whatever I tell him to do per our agreement,” I explained.Ali smiled a mischievous smile. “Does that mean that I could have him as my body slave while my father and I are guests at your Boy Vacations resort in Florida?” asked the young Arab boy.”If that is what you truly want, I don’t see why not,” I answered. “However, Kyle will only provide those services that any other boy who is employed by Boy Vacations would provide. In turn, you cannot do anything to or with him that you could not do to any other boys on our staff.””Wait a minute!” exclaimed Kyle. “When I said that I wanted to experience life as a boy working for Boy Vacations, I didn’t expect to have to service another boy from my school.””Boys who work for our company do not get to select the guests that they service. That’s up to management and the guest. Surely, you can understand that,” I said somewhat harshly. I stood there thinking that this was not the time to take any crap off of a teenaged boy whore ‘wannabe’, even if his father was rich and a customer that we would like to continue to serve. Then I added in a more civil tone, “You wanted to experience what it was like to service guests at Boy Vacations. This is a good way to find out. Like any job, there are pluses and minuses to it.”Then turning back to Ali, I said, “Will you agree to abide by the rules governing our guests and their use of boy staff members of Boy Vacations. You have a pamphlet that you were given that briefly explains these rules. You read the rules and signed a document stating that you had done so and would abide by them. We are fairly liberal in what you can and cannot do while our guest, but the rules are designed to prevent either the guest or the staff member from any permanent injury while at a Boy Vacations resort. What about it?”Ali looked at Kyle one more time before responding, “Yes, I will abide by the rules. I swear it.”Then turning to Kyle, I said, “You asked to spend a week on the staff of Boy Vacations. Do you agree to do your best to provide the best possible service to Ali as a guest of Boy Vacations understanding that that service is governed by the rules to which he has agreed as a guest?”Kyle looked perplexed. It was plain that he was not happy with the way in which things had developed. Being caught working as a ‘boy toy’, by a school mate, even one like Ali that was not a friend, was not something that he had ever thought might happen. However, he also knew that Ali could go back to school and tell the other boys that he was now hairless. He couldn’t avoid taking a shower forever where his lack of body hair would be seen by the other boys on his floor in the dorm. Besides, if they learned what he had really been doing during the summer break, working as a boy slave would trump the story that he had planned to tell that he had been participating on a swim team and had to shave his body for that. Figuring that he had little choice, Kyle said, “I agree, but expect things to stay within the Boy Vacations guidelines for staff treatment by guests.”I looked from one boy to the other and then announced, “Until I say otherwise, Kyle is now Ali’s body slave. He will perform all functions and duties that Ali wants. Ali is only limited by the things that are prohibited in the rules provided to Boy Vacations guests. As I said, these are mainly things that might involve permanent injury to the guest or to the staff member.Another thing, what happens at a Boy Vacations resort stays there. Neither of you will go back to school nor tell your classmates about what either of you did here. Do each of you swear to abide by to this?”Ali answered first, “I swear that I will honor this agreement.”Kyle swallowed hard and said, “I swear that I will too.””Alright then. Ali, what is it that you would like for Kyle to do for you as his first official act as your body slave?””I want to inspect my new ‘slave’ as I would any other in my service,” answered Ali matter of factly. “My father has taught me that you should always inspect a slave before you buy one.””Kyle was supposed to receive his basic training when we got to Florida so he may not be familiar with all of the protocols dealing with slave behavior. Kyle, come over here and stand in front of Ali with your hands behind your head. You will remain in that position while he inspects you much as a doctor would do,” I informed the young American boy.Kyle hesitated and then asked, “What about some clothes? I was only naked because the chief flight attendant was getting me a Boy Vacations uniform.””You will normally be naked and stand still when examined by a guest who wants to inspect you. If you had been briefed at the island, you would have known this, so you will not be punished for your disobedience, this one time. In the future, however, you may be punished for questioning the desires of a guest. Do I make myself clear?” I asked in a strong, commanding voice.Quickly Kyle came over to where Ali stood and assumed the required position with his hands behind his head. His face was flushed with embarrassment as he stood there naked waiting for God knows what in the way of an inspection by the Arab boy that was his new ‘master’. His four inch [10 cm] penis remained flaccid but his breathing was ragged as his adrenaline level increased in response to the unspoken fear that flowed through him. What have I gotten myself into? was the question that crossed and re-crossed his mind as he awaited the inevitable.Ali looked him in the face and smiled. Then he ran his right hand over the young American’s chest. He stopped and took one of Kyle’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and felt of it for a moment before moving on down and across his abs. Then his hand found its way onto the smooth, hairless mound of his pubis. He hesitated there for another second before grasping Kyle’s cock in his hand. The boy gasped under his breath and shuddered slightly but otherwise remained still. Ali rolled Kyle’s limp penis around in his hand feeling of it while seeming to weigh it in his hand. Fighting the sensations, Kyle’s organ slowly hardened as the Arab boy’s fingers ran up and down his shaft. Then, still holding the other boy’s penis in his right hand, Ali took the young American’s balls in his other hand. Slowly, he rolled them around inside their sack examining them as though he were examining two marbles before a game.As Ali continued to examine Kyle’s naked body, the door to the private cabin opened. It was Marcel returning with the Boy Vacations uniform for the young American. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes got big as realized that Kyle was standing there naked being examined by another boy in full Arab dress while Claude Ericson watched. The young Lebanese sputtered and exclaimed, “Sir, there was nothing on the manifest indicating that this suite was booked during the flight to Atlanta. I was just trying to get this recruit into the proper uniform.”I replied to Marcel saying, “That’s alright. He’s going to serve Ali bin Yousef while he’s our guest. It’s a personal request. We both realize that Kyle has not been properly trained to serve a guest, but Ali understands this and still wants Kyle’s services for the next few days. I’m sure that we can work something out where he can receive training during his off duty hours.”It was plain that Marcel was surprised by this request, but guests were known for their strange requests and making those requests a reality was one of the things that kept the guests coming back for more. The young Lebanese bowed slightly in my direction and answered, “I understand and will see that it is so.” With that, he put the clothes that he had brought for Kyle on the top of a built-in cabinet at one end of the room. Then, he excused himself, and left the cabin.I turned back to Kyle and Ali in time to hear Ali say to Kyle, “Turn around and bend over.”Kyle turned around as bidden and bent over so that his hands were on the bed. Ali then caressed the young American’s butt checks admiring his cute bubble butt before parting them with his hands. I could see Ali smile wickedly as he inserted a finger into Kyle’s boy hole. I heard the young American gasp at this invasion of his bowels. The Arab boy wasted no time in shoving his finger all the way up to the knuckle into Kyle’s rectum. The American boy’s face was red, more with embarrassment than anything else.Defusing the situation, I asked, “Tell me, Ali, is everything up to your standards?”Slowly withdrawing his finger, Ali responded, “Yes, I find everything in order. I accept Kyle as my body slave during my stay at your resort.””Good. Then you had better let Kyle get dressed. We’ll be landing in Atlanta soon and even though we’ll be at a gate in the private plane section of the terminal, the authorities there are not part of our resort. We have to show a little restraint while loading and unloading to avoid, shall I say, any ‘legal entanglements’ of the sort that I am sure that your father and you would prefer to avoid.”If it’s one thing that the family members of a diplomat like Abdullah bin Yousef could understand it’s avoiding any unpleasant publicity while in a (to them) foreign country.Ali ran his hand slowly over Kyle’s butt one last time and said, “I understand. Kyle, why don’t you dress in your Boy Vacations uniform and we can talk about what I would like in the way of services while at the Florida resort. In the meantime, I will wash up. I have some golf shirts and shorts in my luggage. You can retrieve the smaller of my two bags and bring it here. I would like to change out of my Arab clothes before we reach the Boy Vacations resort.”Kyle didn’t have to be asked twice. He hurried over to the cabinet by the door and quickly found the bikini underwear in the pile of clothes. Once he had them on, he hurried to add the striped polo shirt and blue shorts of a Boy Vacations recruit. Once completely dressed, he turned toward Ali and asked, “May I be excused to fetch your bag, master?”Ali, who had just emerged from the small washroom having washed his hands from playing with Kyle’s butt, said, “Yes, you may be excused but be quick to get my bag. I would like to change before we land in Atlanta.”I must admit that it was all that I could do not to laugh at the two boys playing at being master and slave. I could only hope that they could get along well enough for both of them to enjoy their stay at our Boy Vacations Florida resort. Then I asked, “Let me have Marcel meet with Kyle and you about the services that you would like to have while at our Florida resort. After all, Kyle is only an intern and not likely to be completely familiar with what we can and cannot provide you.””That would be acceptable,” replied Ali as he removed his burnouse in anticipation of changing clothes.***Five minutes later, Kyle returned with Ali’s bag. When he entered the door to the private suite, he was surprised to find Ali standing there in nothing but his boxers. The Arab boy was one of those lean young men whose build and low body fat emphasized his muscular development, particularly his abs. At thirteen, Ali stood about 5 ft. 7 [1.70 m] and probably weighed about 135 lbs. [61 kg]. From participating in sports, his body was hard, if lean. His olive complexion could have, as Marcel had said of himself, allowed him to pass for anything from Italian to Greek to Arab.Kyle had decided that it was best to, “go along to get along,” as the saying goes. So he said to Ali, “Master, I have your bag. Do you wish me to unpack a pair of shorts and a golf shirt for you or would you prefer to do so yourself?”Ali in turn replied, “Open it and take out the tan golf shirt and dark brown shorts. I’ll wear them.” Then he slowly looked Kyle up and down before adding, “Let’s make a deal. I have no wish to be cruel to you. I feel that examining you earlier ‘evens the playing field’ as we would say back at school. Among my people, we have a saying that one does not willingly make an enemy. If you can find it in yourself to serve me for the next few days, we can both enjoy our time at the Boy Vacations Florida resort. What do you say, can you bring yourself to do that?”Kyle was surprised at the offer from the young Arab. He had been dreading the next few days and now Ali was offering to be reasonable about it. Nervously, he looked down at the floor and shifted his weight back and forth first on one foot and then on the other before replying, “I don’t want to fight with you. Yes, I can do that. It takes a real man to be ‘big’ about something like this. Can a ‘boy slave’ respectfully shake hands with his ‘master’ to seal this?”Ali smiled and extended his hand in the traditional gesture of friendship. Kyle took it in his own hand. They shook hands and smiled shyly at each other. This simple gesture had put a whole new face on their pending relationship.Chapter VIIISettling In At The Florida ResortFifteen minutes later, the big plane was landing in Atlanta. Slowly, it taxied to the private plane section of the terminal where a small delegation waited to board. There were six boy wrestlers and their coach at the passenger terminal that afternoon.Jim Horton was the 25 year-old coach of the Gwinnett Warriors. He was a good-looking, tanned physical education major who stood about 5ft. 10 [1.8 m.] with sandy blond hair. He maintained his lean 170 lb. [77 kg] body with weightlifting, swimming, and jogging. Only he knew that as a boy he had once worked for Boy Vacations entertaining guests. When the company had approached him about bringing a group of his boy wrestlers down to their Florida resort for an ‘exhibition’, of boy wrestling, he was hesitant until he was told that this would pay off the last of his student debt. (Another thing that was known only to a few was the fact that Boy Vacations had provided him with a loan to help him complete his college education.)With a free week at a Florida resort dangling out there as the ‘carrot’, it was not hard to find six boys from his team of boy wrestlers who were willing to go to Florida for some ‘exhibition’ matches. Not one parent had even read the fine print on the release that included notification that their sons might be required to wrestle nude covered in oil or some other substance let alone the ‘catchall’ clause about ‘temporary modifications to enhance the matches’. Jim shook his head as he looked at the six k**s anxiously awaiting their chance to board the big 747. Fortunately, the parents had gone along with saying goodbye to their boys at a bus loading point back in Gwinnett County so there were only Jim and his six charges in the waiting area as the plane came to a stop and the boarding stairs were rolled out to the plane.Marcel hurried down the stairs clipboard in hand and greeted Jim and his charges. “You must be Jim Horton,” said the chief flight attendant. “Please take any of the seats in the main cabin. We are only making a brief stop here in Atlanta to pick up you and your group. We will be back in the air and en route to Florida in just a few minutes.””Yes, I’m Jim Horton and these are my six boy wrestlers for the exhibition match at Boy Vacations Florida resort. You should have a list of their names. If you will just call them off one by one. They will board in that order,” replied the coach.Marcel turned toward the eager young faces and read off, “Chad Owens.” A tall slim but obviously muscled sandy-haired boy of about thirteen raised his hand and exclaimed, “That’s me!” and hurried up the steps. “Bill Martin,” announced the head flight attendant and another boy about the same age as Chad came forward to board. Then there were one after another Frank White and Harry Wilson who were both about twelve. Sam Martin (Bill’s younger brother) and his friend Alex Williams, both ten years old, rounded out the group of boys boarding there in Atlanta that day. To Marcel, all of them looked like lean, muscular good-looking boys who had obviously been in training to be ready to compete as wrestlers for the local team that was coached by Jim Horton. The young Lebanese wondered for a moment what these boys would look like naked, covered with oil, and wrestling for the amusement of the guests at the Boy Vacations Florida resort. Did they know what they were getting into or was that part of the surprise? Only time would tell. Then he signaled for the ground crew to retrieve the boarding stairs as he followed the last boy into the aircraft and secured the door to the big plane.***An hour and a half later the 747 landed and taxied to the private plane area of the Orlando airport. Two vans were waiting to take the flight crew and the boy wrestlers to the resort while a stretch limo awaited Jack Wilkinson and Abdullah bin Yousef’s party. I advised Steve and Kyle that they would accompany me in the staff section of the limousine while the guests occupied the rear compartment of the big vehicle. Ali would have preferred to have had Kyle in the back with him, but knew that his father preferred that servants traveled separately, if only in another part of the vehicle, from the passengers.Once everyone was loaded, the caravan made the twenty minute drive to the Boy Vacations resort without incident. As we made the drive, I even had time to figure out how I could treat the boy wrestlers to a day at Disney World, assuming that their schedules permitted.When we entered the grounds, the three vehicles each headed to a different part of the resort complex. The boys that had served as flight attendants on the flight from New York would be put up in the staff barracks while Jim Horton and the boy wrestlers would be sharing a two bedroom suite in the main hotel complex. However, Jack Wilkinson and the bin Yousef party would each be housed in separate wings of a largeguest house in the luxury section of the resort. His body guards would share the pool house at the Arab’s side of the guest house while Norman Fisher, the State Department rep, would use Jack Wilkinson’s pool house. The two houses were designed to be used jointly so there was only one private pool that ran across the back of the two and thus provided a larger swimming pool than might have been available at a house designed strictly for a single party of guests. Being 25 meters [81 ft.] long and 6 meters [20 ft.] wide, the private pool was indeed something that whispered, “luxury,” to the guests using the guest house complex.When the limo stopped at the unit that Ali and his father were to occupy along with his guards, he asked, “Father, May I have my body slave accompany me? Kyle here has been assigned to serve my needs while we are here.”The sheik looked at the young American boy standing beside the limo taking in his lean, muscular form with something more than ordinary interest. “I don’t see any reason why not, assuming, of course, that it is acceptable to the resort.”I looked from Kyle to Ali and then to the sheik before answering, “Of course, we would be happy for Kyle to remain with you and your party and provide whatever he can to make your stay at Boy Vacations more comfortable.”With that, the sheik acknowledged my agreement, thanked me, and then proceeded to enter the guest house. Ali motioned for Kyle to follow him and his father. Omar and Feisal, the sheik’s big body guards, already had entered the building and were no doubt checking out it out for security purposes although one of Boy Vacations own staff security people was there to assure that everything had already been checked.The wing of the guest house assigned to the Arabs consisted of a large comfortably furnished living room, a dining room, a small kitchenette, and two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and walk-in closet. Large windows in the living area opened onto a flagstone terrace which was flanked by one end of the private pool. Sub-tropical foliage and palms completed the view from the terrace.Two Boy Vacations porters carried the Arabs’ luggage into the guest house and deposited the sheik’s and Ali’s bags in their respective rooms and then excused themselves to retrieve the guards’ luggage. Per Sheik Abdullah’s instructions, his bodyguards would occupy the small pool house as their quarters. Most likely, one would sleep while the other was on guard at night. As soon as they were satisfied that everything was secure, they took up positions at the front door and on the terrace.Once the porters had left and all was deemed secure, Sheik Abdullah called to Ali, “Come to me and bring your ‘slave boy.’ I would like to see what you have chosen.” Ali motioned to Kyle to come with him and then whispered to him, “If you know what’s best for you, do exactly what he says.He is very conservative. You and I know that we are playing a role here, but he may not see it that way.” Kyle nodded at the young Arab boy to acknowledge that he understood and followed him to where the sheik was waiting in the middle of the living room in their guest house.Ali looked at his father and asked, “I assume that you would like to inspect the slave as you have taught me to do. Is that correct, my father?””Yes, of course. Let’s see what you have chosen and how well you have chosen, my son,” replied the boy’s father.Then turning to Kyle, Ali said, “Strip slave that my father may inspect you.”Kyle swallowed hard and reached down and pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and peeled it over his head depositing it on a nearby chair. Next, he kicked off his shoes followed by his socks. He unfastened his belt and let his shorts drop to the floor. He stood there hesitating only a moment before he put his thumbs in the band of his bikini underwear and pushing them down only to step out of them when they reached the floor.The American boy stood there naked facing the sheik and Ali. Kyle played football and basketball back at school. In the off season, he lifted weights. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive teenaged biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. Although now hairless below the neck, he sported a roughly four inch [10cm.] flaccid cock with hisprominent ball sackapparent underneath it.Sheik Abdullah looked him in the face and smiled. Then, as Ali had done earlier, he ran his right hand over the young American’s chest. Then, using both hands he took Kyle’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and felt of them. Slowly, he moved on down and across the boy’s abs feeling of the muscles of his torso before his right hand found its way onto the smooth, hairless mound of the young American’s pubis. Next with one hand he grasped Kyle’s cock while with the other he caressed the boy’s firm rounded butt. As before, the boy gasped under his breath and shuddered slightly but remained still while the older man felt his most private parts. Knowing that he could not fight the sensations, Kyle’s penis slowly hardened as the middle-aged Arab’s fingers ran up and down his shaft. Then, still holding the boy’s penis in his right hand, the sheik took the young American’s balls in his other hand. Slowly, he rolled them around inside their sack examining them as though he were weighing two stones before skipping them across a pond. Kyle’s penis reached its full five inch erect length standing almost at a right angle to his body. His breath was ragged and there were even a few reddish spots on his skin.’Now I know what a piece of meat must feel like when it’s being examined in the market by a housewife’ thought KyleTurning to Ali, the boy’s father said, “You have chosen well, my son. This one is what I understand the Americans would call ‘a keeper.’ Have you as yet had the opportunity to test his ability to satisfy your other needs?””No, my father. There was not time on the plane. I was planning on doing that here. Did you wish to watch me do so?” asked Ali.”No, my son.I will leave it to you to bring him to orgasm rather than have him demonstrate his ability for me. Enjoy yourself. As it is, I have more work to do regarding the oil deal with Mr. Wilkinson. We are close to an agreement but we still have some details to work out,” responded the sheik. (‘Besides’ he thought ‘I can watch you on the closed circuit television in my room, if I wish to do so and you will be none the wiser.’)Ali turned toward Kyle and said to him, “Pick up your clothes and follow me into my room.” Without another word, the young American did as he was ordered.The two boys walked into the bedroom of the suite that had been assigned to Ali. The king-sized bed was flanked by two nightstands on which stood matching large Stiffelbrass lamps. The double dresser across from the bed was topped by an extra-large gilt framed mirror that reflected the bed and whatever happened there. A large flat-screen television on one wall and two comfortable chairs completed the room’s furnishings. Along the far side of the room was a row of floor to ceiling windows and a door that overlooked the private swimming pool that was reserved for guests staying in the suite. The floor to ceiling antique silk d****s at the windows provided a way to convert the room to night even at midday. However, the camera that was trained on the bed was well hidden so that neither boy realized that it was there.”I think that I would like to have a shower before we have dinner. Help me to undress,” ordered Ali.He leaned forward and then whispered in Kyle’s ear, “I must treat you like any other servant while there is a possibility that my father can see or hear us. When we are alone, I can relax that.” Kyle said nothing but nodded his head to let Ali know that he had heard him. Then Ali set on the end of the bed and pointed to his shoes. Kyle sank to his knees and untied his shoes and slipped them off followed by the young Arab’s socks.Ali stood and pulled his golf shirt out of his shorts and over his head. He handed the garment to the naked young American who put it on a chair beside the window wall. Then, he undid his belt and slipped his shorts down and stepped out of them. He followed this by pushing his boxers down his slim hips and legs until he could step out of them as well. Kyle retrieved both garments and added them to the pile on the chair. Then he turned to look at Ali who now stood there equally nude looking back at him. Only the fact that their eyes were fixed on each other’s bodies made it apparent that both boys appreciated what they saw.As had been apparent on the plane when he had changed out of his Arab clothes, the Arab boy was one of those lean young men whose build and low body fat emphasized his muscular weighed about 135 lbs. [61 kg]. From participating in sports, his body was hard, if lean. However, it was his brown three inch flaccid penis which contrasted with his olive complexion that most attracted Kyle’s gaze. That was something that he had only glimpsed back at school where being known as gay would have made him an outcast among the other boys in his school.The American boy stood there naked facing Ali knowing for the first time that Ali really shared his feelings for other boys. For a boy of thirteen, his shoulders were broad with already impressive biceps and well-defined pecs and abs. He was almost 5ft. 7in. [1.72 m] tall and weighed about 140 lbs. [63 kg] with fair, tanned skin and straight light brown hair that was cut short. His experience on Erickson Island had left him hairless below the neck so that he now looked just like Ali. His four inch [10 cm] flaccid cock twitched with anticipation of sex with the Arab boy that he had secretly coveted for the past year. The fact that Ali might have wanted him as badly as he did him had not crossed his mind before their chance meeting on the plane.”Let’s get that shower. I’m starved but want to clean up before eating,” said Ali breaking the silence as he turned and headed toward the bathroom. Kyle followed and soon both boys were in the oversized shower soaping each other’s bodies.It wasn’t long before their hands were onlysoaping each other’s rapidly stiffening cocks.Kyle leaned back against the tile wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as Ali’s experienced hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock. His emotions were fixed on how good it felt finally to be ‘doing it’ with another boy and that boy being the one he had so wanted to do it with all year long when they were back at school. Soon, his face was blank almost like he was in a trance. However, this didn’t stop him from stroking Ali’s equally hard penis in his own soapy but very effective way. Before long, both boys were locked in a passionate kiss as they worked to achieve each other’s climax. Then almost in unison, it happened. Both boys erupted in long streams of cum followed by several shorter bursts. Even then, the kiss continued as a year of unanswered passions spent themselves in another five minutes that focused on exploring and learning the details of each other’s body. Only the fact that they had not eaten since New York eventually caused them to leave the shower and focus on finding food.***Over in the pool house behind Jack Wilkinson’s wing of the guest house, Norman Fisher was trying to figure out just what his role was in these ‘negotiations’. It was clear that neither Wilkinson nor Sheik bin Yousef had any current need for his services. Only if things got ‘sticky’, would there be the possibility that he had a role to play on behalf of the State Department. Fisher thought to himself ‘I’m here sort of like a fire extinguisher in case of an emergency.’ Then he stripped off his clothes and headed for the shower that adjoined his room.Now in his early 30s, Fisher came from a middle class family in Nashville, Tennessee. A good mind and a flair for foreign languages had earned him a scholarship to Vanderbilt where he had majored in international business with a minor in Spanish. A Foreign Service career seemed the perfect way to go once college was out of the way. After two years at the consulate in Seville, Spain and another at the embassy in San Jose, Costa Rica, Fisher had been assigned to the Latin American section at the State Department’s main offices in Washington. Only recently, had an opening in the Middle Eastern section given him the opportunity to flex his international business background. Still, a crash course in Arabic had not given him a complete mastery of that language.After a full day running around the airport in New York and the flight down from there, the shower felt good as Fisher let it wash over him. He was about 6 feet tall with a lean build and medium length sandy blond hair and was one of those guys whose face remained boyish compared to that of a lot of other men his age. A former college track man, he now kept fit by running and swimming. In fact, that pool out there looked better by the minute.***Over in the main hotel building of the resort complex, Jim Horton, the 25 year-old coach of the Gwinnett Warriors, had called a meeting of his six charges. The good-looking, tanned physical education major stood about 5ft. 10 [1.8 m.] with sandy blond hair. He maintained his lean 170 lb. [77 kg] body with weightlifting, swimming, and jogging. Only he knew that as a boy he had once worked for Boy Vacations entertaining guests. When the company had approached him about bringing a group of his boy wrestlers down to their Florida resort for an ‘exhibition’, he was hesitant until he was told that this would pay off the last of his student debt. (That was another thing that was known only to a few very close friends: Boy Vacations had provided him with a loan to help him complete his college education.)The boys assembled around the room good-naturedly jostling one another as their coach called for silence. As the room quieted down, Jim looked from one boy to another. The tall slim form ofobviously muscled sandy-haired thirteen year-old Chad Owens looked back silently. Next to him, dark haired Bill Martin played with a pencil on a pad on the desk at his side. He was the same age as Chad but appeared heavier because he was shorter than the Owens boy. Whereas Chad was probably a good 5 foot 9, Bill was only pushing 5 foot 8 but both boys weighed roughly 145 lbs. [65 kg]. Then there were twelve year-old Frank White and Harry Wilson who were still having trouble refraining from rough housing on the sofa. The two brown-haired boys each stood about 5 foot 4 [1.60 m]and weighed 125 lbs. [56 kg]. Sam Martin (Bill’s younger brother) and his friend Alex Williams, both ten years old, rounded out Jim Horton’s group of boys. These ten year-olds stood about 4 foot 10 [1.50 m] and weighed about 100 lbs.[46 kg]. To Jim, all of them were lean, muscular good-looking boys who had worked hard training to be ready to compete as wrestlers for the team that he coached back in the Atlanta suburbs. So, he was glad that he could offer them a little fun before they would have to wrestle for the pleasure of some of Boy Vacations guests, some of whom had unusual tastes as he well knew.”Ok, now,” Coach Horton said in a voice loud enough for all to hear. “Hear me. I have some good news. Mr. Jack Wilkinson who is our host on this trip has invited us over to his guest house for a swimming party. He would like to meet you and thought that you might like a little fun as well. There should be a van out front ready to take us over there. After that plane ride I would think that every one of you would enjoy a swim before dinner.”A few ragged cheers greeted his message. Then, Sam Martin spoke up, “Hey coach, I don’t think that I brought my swim trunks with me. What am I going to swim in at this party?””Don’t worry about that, Sam. Things are pretty relaxed at a Boy Vacations resort. I would imagine that you will all be swimming in your birthday suits, if you want to that is,” answered the coach.There were a few looks of surprise among the boys but not what you might have expected among that age group. After all, these boys were used to group showers and working out in nothing but a singlet where feeling the other k**’s package was just part of the sport.Fifteen minutes later they were in a van on their way to the Wilkinson guest house and the swimming pool that lay behind it.***Ali and Kyle stood there in the bedroom drying off still smiling slyly at each other after the sex that they had just enjoyed in the shower. The private pool reflected the last of the dying sunlight in ripples of light that fell across the windows of their room. Suddenly, there was a flash of iridescent green past the windows that startled both boys. Then they realized that it was from a peacock on the flagstones beside the pool. Intrigued and still naked they hurried over to the windows to see the magnificent bird as it lingered beside the pool outside their room.”Let’s go out and see it,” said Ali. “I have never seen one up this close before.”With that he opened the door and headed out onto the flagstones followed by Kyle. In a moment the naked teems stood transfixed as the big green bird preened itself oblivious to their presence.***Norman Fisher had decided that a swim was just the thing to take the edge off before whatever might happen at dinner, a dinner in which he might well be expected to eat in the corner with the help. Searching among the things in his luggage he found the swim briefs that he always wore when swimming laps. The navy blue and gold Sporti-made suit fitted him like a glove and enabled him to glide through the water almost like he was wearing nothing, the way that he would have preferred to swim, if it had been allowed at the gym where he worked out back in Washington. Then he headed for the p*o

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