Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:39:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Rover Subject: Borit Island Boys -chapter 2 Email memorandum- From- David Nichols- Atty To-Stephanie Crabgrass- head paralegal Steph- Unfortunately my dear Aunt Judy's operation did not go well. I am going to be forced to stay another week. Please advise Cindy in the Secretary's office to finish the discovery on the Jonston case the Kryler case. I am trying to make the best of it and will be back no later than next Monday. David ("Dear aunt Judy my ass", Stephanie was heard to mutter to the "girls" over coffee the next day. "Bet he is flouncing with some floozy over Vegas way".) News Flash From- AUP reporter Gary Reamer In a news conference today, King Chan du Alba, the totalitarian ruler of this idyllic island nation touted the success of his "economic reform" measures. Citing information on a series of charts the jovial King claimed that the exploding tourism on this formerly nearly unknown island was a direct result of his "modernistic views". "Prior to my upgrade of our civil law only the occasional adventure seeker came here" the ruler stated, "Now we are leading the Pacific nations in tourism growth." He also cited evidence from the Borit Police Department that showed an actual decrease is sex related arrests. >From the only remaining office of the Borit Democratic Party office spokesperson Jenny Waters gave this terse response. "how can there be any arrests when everything here is legal?, she sputtered. "And have you seen those new videos put out? How about this one titled "Sexy Borit Cop Bangs the Boys, or "Borit Dungeon Slave?" Any questions now as to why there are no arrests?" Outside information seems to confirm the Kings data with a substantial increase in air traffic. The government of Thailand has issued a protest to the United Nations citing a slow down of visitors there. "Bangkok is suffering" a spokesperson said. A bill has been introduced in the Thailand parliament to lower the prostitution age there to match that of Borit Island. "We must defend our economy at all costs" the spokesperson concluded. Borit Sands Resort All guests are invited for an afternoon of entertainment for the premiere of our new show. "A Pirates Life". We will be featuring our all new state of the art High Definition camera system. 3 pm at the theater building. See you there! David stirred on the big comfortable bed and opened his eyes. It was nearly 10 am, early for this resort lifestyle he was to learn. Little Aldrin was curled up with him naked and sleeping heavily. Across the bed his buddy Jeff was snoring softly with Sasha nearby. As the sleep cleared, David shook his head. Wow what a night! What started out with what he thought was the ultimate pleasure-fest with the fucking of the little cherry Aldrin turned into a full night of erotic pleasure. After recovering from that first experience Sasha had literally begged him for a turn. His expert mouth had rejuvenated the man and his huge cock was soon inside Sashas willing little hole. Jeff had wasted little time taking his turn with the beginner Aldrin. "A little rough, aren't ya" David had quipped as his friend rode the boy. The only answer was Jeff's furious grunts as he climaxed in the previously virgin hole. David had finished the night, by then early morning, by teaching the tired boy how to lick his limp manhood. With a few hours of coaxing and several loads, the first sending the boy gagging and the men laughing, he was as close to an expert as any 6 year old could be. David gently awoke the sleeping boy. He could use another lollipop lick before breakfast. Roger was in his office early. It was a big day for him and the Borit Sands. As manager he had a lot of duties and the one he enjoyed the most was the directing of the stage shows. It was the actor in him, perhaps left over from his stint as King Arthur on their high school drama class, that let him to go a bit overboard on these stage performances. No simple strip show for him. No sir. Something with a bit of class. Well as much class as a quadruple x show could muster anyway. The head office had thrown a fit over the expense of the HD system and had even sent a rep to watch the opening of the new show. It would be a very stressful day, especially if the show went array. He sighed again. It would help if it hadn't been so damn busy last night. He looked at the dispatch sheet for the night. aside from the usual food orders it was- 12:10 Rm 31 requests new PRM (personal room assistant.) Current one uncooperative 12:12 Rm 22 requests Viagra 12:14 Rm 2 requests rubber toy collection. Deposit added to rm 12:16 Rm 5 requests extra PRM Deposit added to rm 12:17 Rm 40 requests towels 12:19 Rm 12 requests Viagra and rubber double dong. Deposit added to rm and on and on. He glanced at his watch. The housekeepers would be starting soon. These handsome teen boys were hardworking and of course helped the younger personal room assistants as needed. Some days it took quite awhile to ge the rooms cleaned. Plus it was almost time for the morning staff meeting as well as the breakfast greetings. Then he really wanted to finalize the show details. He was nervous about the show. He strode into the dining hall and surveyed the scene. Handsome teen boys in Borit Sands breech cloths hustled her and there. Fresh fruit was piled high and the smell of pickled pork filled the air. The guests, usually in beach gear lounged with their "boys" as they leisurely ate breakfast and chatted. Peter, his handsome front desk clerk strode to a small podium and greeted the guests. "Welcome to another sun drenched day here at Borit Sands" he gushed. "I hope you are finding your stay here satisfactory". A round of applause and a few wolf whistles followed. He grinned. "A reminder that our new show is at 3 pm. Do take the time from your activities to join us. It promises to be a great show." "Now" he continued, "it is time for our daily showing of new boys, fresh from Borit City and ready to be new personal room assistants! First lets have the boys come up that had their first experience as PRM's last night." Three boys, including David's Aldrin shuffled sheepishly up to the podium. All three walked a bit bow legged but with a purposful gait. A burst of applause came from the audience as they slowly did a 360 showing their rumps as they turned. One had a fresh trickle of cum leaking out, showing a very recent "event". They grinned again and went back to their tables. A new group of 4 walked up, looking slightly bewildered. There was much whooping and hollering as the men vied for the "fresh" batch. Jeff was among the first up to the lineup, practically dragging a boy back to his seat with David. David grinned at his friends enthusiasm. The boy wouldn't be a virgin much after breakfast, that's for sure. Roger returned to his office for one final review of the show. He had a poster made of his "stars" to make it feel more Hollywood. Both had signed the poster in big, bold cursive. Hope that they were that bold this afternoon. He squinted at the photo of the boy in the shot. The one he had picked. His star. Or, his embarrassment, depending on the show. He sighed again. Those two had better come through, with the head office here and all. He remembered when he had first seen Philpa, the boy only last week. His father had brought him in, like so many others making his case that his boy be a "full timer", not a temp, like most of the boys. "He is very good boy" the man wheedled. "Never fuck, not once". Ya. ya like he hadn't heard that line before! He was a cute little imp, like so many of the others and met the mini mun age of 6. The front desk weeded the younger or much older out. There was something striking though, a brightness in his eyes, a sharpness of wit. He gave the boy a second glance, cutting off the fathers diatribe about the boys sick mother and how he needed money for an operation and how the boy promised to do anything, just ask him. As if he hadn't heard this all 100 times. Still there was something. "So," Roger said abruptly, cutting off the father, "boy are you?" The boy shook his head, bewildered. "What I thought. Fathers idea." Changing the subject asked "can you sing?" Phelpa, grinned and without ado broke into a beautiful version of "Laughing". "Hmm" Roger grumbled still not convinced. "Strip". With no response he barked at the pimping father, geez asshole show me the goods. The man, bowing belatedly at the glowering Roger, quickly stripped the boy down so he stood naked in the brightly lit room. Roger, always the skeptic, was pleased with what he saw. Still, he was taking no chances. IF this was the boy for his new show idea he needed the perfect boy. His newly installed High Definition system for close up shots would not stand for any impurities, every crease or blemish would show 10 fold. Roger probed the boys mouth, teeth and arms before closely examining his little chest and nipple region. Putting him up on a table he slowly and carefully checked his every area for a hidden mole or scar. His little hairless scrotum and penis was especially thoroughly examined before finally a probing and through look at the boys anus and soft ass cheeks. Roger nodded in satisfaction at the roundness in the plump lobes missing in so many of these Island boys. He finally nodded, satisfied. Assured he had the perfect virgin boy for his upcoming show. After a big opening night a little experience would add to the show, he was sure but the show opener was important and he wanted him inexperienced for the first showing. A risky maneuver, but the showman in him wanted that extra element in his grand opening. The rest of the week had been busy training him the best he could in expressions, and body posture. Looks of surprise were practiced over and over, looks of fear of joy and tears. The boy, Roger decided was indeed a natural showman. The last day had been utilized practicing with the final scene restrain system, needed to keep the boy in position for the cameras. He hadn't flinched and seemed to revel in hs role. His co star had been flown in. Jon, a handsome lad of 21, he was of Danish descent. Blonde haired and blue eyes, he had either been taking steroids of been working out for most of the past 6 years. His biceps were huge and his barrel chest enormous. He was an incredibility handsome young man with, Roger was sure, a great future in the porn industry. Back in their room, Jeff was in a rather pissy mood. "Shit", he grumbled, "This new ones defective". David looked over to see Jeffs engorged cock slithering around on the squirming boys rump but not entering him. "Geez", David said annoyed, "You are just too abrupt,its not a race to pop his cherry. Here", he pointed to Aldrin "suck on Jeff for a bit while I help out with Jeama, the new boy." David slid the new boy over and smiled what he hoped would be a reassuring smile. The boy smiled back, grateful for a respite from Jeff's crude jabs at his buttocks. Softly he stroked the boys hair and chest, calming him. His big hands slowly, magically worked their way down the boys back. The boy giggled and relaxed. With care and gentleness he oiled and massaged the boys little rump and slowly and with care started massaging his inner butt hole. The boy sighed and relaxed some more. After 20 minutes he had the boy loosened and relaxed enough to have first two then three fingers inside his rump. "Wana switch?" David asked softly. "He's ready and willing now." "Hell", Jeff grumbled "I just shot into this fantastic mouth. You win another first". David grinned. He had seen his friend shoot hos load earlier. He knew timing all right. Slowly and with great care he slid the boy onto his lap. Sliding his fingers out with a plop, his over-sized manhood was ready and easing in before the boy realized that there was a change. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, his huge shaft slid into the gasping boy. He didn't try to thrust at all, just a slow easy slide in. Little by little his shaft disappeared into the little butthole. Ever once and a while the boy cried out but mainly he was able to relax and accept the impaling monster. For the longest time they sat there not moving, connected. Soon enough, with only the slightest movement David felt his balls tighten and a wave of pleasure swept over him as the orgasmic eruption started. "Shit" Jeff said again, as he watched his friend empty a full load of cum into the little butthole. Jeff hardened up quickly and was easily able to enter the now slightly stretched hole. With the boy on all fours he gave the boy a long not-rough-but-not-gentle second fucking. David wandered outside for awhile leaving his friend rutting with the new boy. He was ready to stretch his legs before the show was to start. Roger paced back and forth backstage, giving terse last minute instructions. He glanced out at the gathering audience. The head office men were there, looking all the like ostriches in Antarctica with their suits sitting amongst the beach gear clad clientele and the sea of skimpily dressed staff boys. Phelpa was prancing around in his costume of ragged shipwreck gear, and the makeup man had already applied a freshly bleeding scar on his chest. Eye liner highlighted his gorgeous eyes. He was so excited! He had loved the acting classes and took to it like a zebra to stripes. He absolutely had a boy-crush on his co-star too. That Jon was so handsome! Borit boys had an uncanny fascination for European men anyway but this was something more. He felt absolutely tingly when he was around Jon and could think of nothing else than what it would be like when Jon was fucking him in the final scene. He was young and inexperienced but new the score. The months since the King's proclamation had seemed like ages ago to young Phelpa. His two brothers were "in the business", one an "exclusive" for a foreigner and the other at the rough and tumble "Balls N' Walls". It was this brother that was having the harder go of it and why the father had worked to find a better position for his youngest son. Phlepa knew if he did a good job the show would play once a week for months, a really, really enviable position. Roger gave him a full dose pain medication so there would be no inappropriate grimaces in the final scene. Or so he hoped. Last was an enema to do a final cleaning of his little bottom and a baster of clear lube oil squirted deep into his soon to be well used love canal. Phelpa giggled he was so excited. He hoped he did not forget any of his lines The lights dimmed, the music started. Show time! All to soon the curtains rose, showing a severe storm scene on the High Definition backdrop that made up the stage set. An island was in the forefront with wild waves and wilder music. Two "Pirates" strode on to the set. Jon the handsome Dane led the way. Both were dressed in sharp Pirates outfits, with Jon having the appearance of a commander. Both of their torsos showed above their vests as well as their heavily muscled biceps. They strode purposefully before Dan let out a gasp. Wal, what have we here in the storms drift pile looks like a pathetic excuse of a man. Like a limp fish Philpa was scooped up and carried lifeless to the next scene as small shanty nearby. The pirates grumbled mightily when they dicovered that they had rescued a boy. "Worthless" grumbled Jon. "I should jest run im through with my sword now" grumbled the other, "likes I usually do". The scene played on this line with the pirates pouting at their bum luck and Phelpa slowly recovering and thanking his saviors. Next came Phelpa bustling about the shanty trying to be helpful, knowing now his live depended on it. "See, I can clean" he said proudly and busilly. CRASH, down went a dusty figurine, smashing into pieces. "Dash it all" growleled the second pirate. "I'll run the runt through!" Phlepa cringed in his best stage performance cringe and shouted wait I can offer you something. The audience, ready to jump to conclusions, yelled, "Ass, ass, offer your cute ass!" Phelpa pretending to hear them exclaimed, "I can cut wood for your fire!" After bungling that task, the men in the audience again hooted their suggestion. "Ass, ass offer your cute ass!" Roger, sitting behind the men, was pleased. The actors were really playing their parts well. That Phelpa was really into his role and Jon looked striking. Next the scene played out with Phelpa trying to cook. A fantastic and unrealistic explosion sent the pirates scouling, Phelpa crying to the corner and the audence hooting and slapping their knees. "Ass, ass, fuck his ass" the chanted. Looking dejected, Phelpa looked at them with downcast eyes. The audience held their breath. THIS was when he would be taken by these rough looking charicters. "I, I can sing", he said softly. "Better be purdy," Jon mumbled. Roger held his breath. Would he fumble the some? Phelpa burst into a beautiful version of "Honesty", the background orchastra adding to its beauty. Only he substituted the word "Sodomy". It took the audience a moment to catch on and then they clapped and laughed. Phlepa finished his solo and batted his eyes at the Pirates. "Shit fergot to tell yer I ain't into music." Phelpa groaned Next he tried to fold the laundry, making a mess and spilling soap on Jon, the handsome pirate, and the second rougher man. Quivering and crying poor Phelpa hurriedly tugged at Jons trousers. "I will put these clean ones on you, he cried. I can do that." Jon the angry pirate, spat, "change em ya runt, but if ya mess up you areas dead as dead can be. I think yer a useless mouth to feed." Then the inevitable finale started. Phelpa tugged and tugged at the trousers of the two pirates, slowly exposing their pirate underwear and the clear outline of the hammerhead cocks that they hid. In bending over to tend to this task, Phelpa's ragged costume "accidentally" split open at the rump. "Fuck him, fuck him" the audience chanted. Roger noted with satisfaction that the two from the front office were right up there with the others chanting and waving their fist in the air. Jon feeling Phelpas rump, put his hand to his ear. "I just had a thought! It just came to me, lets put this little Chicken of the Sea to good use. Ma dick ain't seen nothin but Rosey Palm fer years. This lil treat shouldn't be wasted. With a swift tug the last of Phelpa costume was removed. "You, you want to use my tiny butt for your pleasure?" Phelpa stuttered. "You are such a man and I am just a tiny, horny and hot little boy." He pretended to get faint and then worked at removing the rest of the few clothes the pirates had lest. The audience gasped at the sight of Jon. He was Unbelievable! Classic Nordic looks with his over developed body. A total complex muscle machine. The other pirate had a great bod too, and an obviously oversized cock. This was theatre afterall and a rubber sheath was over his very average cock. This is where the cameras came into play. While Phelpa was strapped into place on a fake patch of beach grass, the three huge panels showed three closeups. One of the cameras was hidden below Phelpas soon to fucked ass, another a close-up of Jon and a third towards Phelps face, showing his every expression. While the other pirate stood behind them stroking his foot long rubber dong Jon got into position behind Phelpa. Roger held his breath. Here was when the audience participation came. "Quick!" Jon shouted at the other pirate. Get another coupla pirates up here, we gonna break in our new pleasure boy jes right!" There was a joustling for position and Roger noted with satisfaction the stage crew had picked a couple of the better looking of the audience. Nothing worse than looking at a pot belly on stage. The close in camera showed Jons engorged cock head approach the slickened butt. Slowly and with steady pressure Jon expertly slid into Phelpa. Phelpa face, on the other monitor showed excitememt, writhing pleasure and a twist of pain. Gently at first and then with increasing vigor, Jon fucked the fresh Borit boy. Sweat started to form on his handsome face as the steady pace quickened some more. The meds he had taken would keep him from cumming for awhile so the show could go on. Phelpa showed his pleasure at the new pace. "Oh you are such a stud, oh some more" he said over and over as his practiced lines. The other pirate was still stroking away on the fake oversized cock. Suddenly he grimaced and groaned. Pressing the containers in the rubber balls, A huge jet of fake cum squirted on the boys face. Rope after rope followed. The boys face, on the screen was covered on juice. With this Jon bucked and with an agonizing yell pumped a real load into Phelpa. The camera showed the audience a close up of the ooze from his ass. The two volunteer "pirates" quickly joined the stage crew and stripped their beach shorts, the first quickly entering the still strapped Phelpa and the other taking the place of the stroking pirate. With close up footage the two volunteers soon emptied their reserves into the panting pirate toy. With a standing ovation, the red faced and panting crew finally took their bows. Phelpa was ecstatic and glanced at his co star. He was more that a bit smitten all right! Roger smiled. It was a very successful show. The crew had been fantastic! He turned his attention now to the list of arriving guests. The business meeting group were going to be a challenge.