Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2005 03:40:25 -0000 From: Ted Gay Subject: Fantasy Island: Part 3 Introduction to Part 3: Thanks for listing me among your most prolific authors. I hope my fans will now be able to find my stories more easily. I guess I'll have to try to keep 'em coming. I mean the stories,and my fans! This story is a fantasy, as the title implies, and does not in any way condone unsafe sex such as barebacking in real life. You should always use condoms, especially in situations such as those described below. Enjoy the story! FANTASY ISLAND: Part 3 I was back in my newly found gay club, Fantasy Island, putting my 24-hour ticket carefully away. I decided to explore some areas I'd never visited in this huge emporium, and found myself in the Watersports/Golden Showers section. They offered me a rubber suit to put on as I entered, but I said I was just going to watch. In the middle of the room was a metal trough, in fact a huge urinal, and guys dressed either in rubber suits or naked were lying in it and being pissed over. This wasn't really my scene, but they were obviously enjoying it. I passed thru this room into the Recycled Beer Bar. This was a real eye-opener. It looked like an ordinary bar, but there were no pumps for draft beer and no bottles either. All there were on the shelves behind the bar counter were empty beer glasses. Guys were sitting on stools, and at tables around the bar, sipping what looked like beer. The bar counter was made of clear glass and ran from one end of the room to the other, and there were as many barmen as customers. I then realized what was happening; the ones this side of the bar, the customers, were the `takers', the barmen the other side of the bar were the `givers'. I watched as a middle-aged man approached the bar towards where a tall good-looking guy with bleached blond hair was standing, empty beer glass in hand, behind the bar counter as though about to pull a pint. The middle-aged man sat down on a stool facing him, and the blond `barman' held the empty pint beer glass down near his crotch, unzipped his fly, took out his cock and began pissing into the glass. All this could be clearly seen thru the clear glass of the bar. When the glass was full to overflowing with his steaming piss, he lifted it up and placed it on the bar counter. Eagerly the middle-aged man handed over some money, grabbed hold of the glass and started sipping the frothy, steaming `recycled beer'. The blond guy zipped up again, watched the man enjoying the drink he had just given him for a few seconds, pocketed the money then turned and exited the room thru a door behind the bar. This was a great idea. If you liked the idea of drinking `recycled beer' it could be bought here from the barman of your choice for just a little more than a pint of ordinary beer in any gay bar. If, however, you wanted a piss and were short of a little cash, all you had to do was enter from the bar side of the room, find a willing customer, and Hey Presto, after you'd relieved yourself into an empty beer glass you walked off with cash. Provided you drank plenty of regular beer, water or some other liquid, I imagine you could make quite a bit of money in a few hours. I made a mental note to find the bar side entrance to this room when I needed the toilet, took one last look at all the men drinking their `recycled beer', then turned and left the Watersports area and headed for the Rape Room and the Gang Bang Room on the same floor. These too were divided into two sections, one for Rapists and one for their Victims. I decided to be bold and participate this time, so I walked thru the door marked Victims which led into the Rape Room. As I entered the first thing I saw on the wall was a military-looking sign which read: `Prisoner of War Camp. Rape Room #1'. Around the room were strange pieces of equipment, all labeled: Rape Rack, Rape Horse, Rape Bed, Oral Rape chair, Spit-Roast Rack, etc. Men were strapped on to or into these pieces of equipment and were being fucked, or raped, anally or orally. Some of the rapists were dressed in leather gear, some were bollock naked, and others were dressed in military or police uniforms. As I stood there watching, a big young muscle-bound guy in a tight tee-shirt and skin-tight jeans approached me from the Rapists' side of the room. I could see his pecs and muscles, even his six-pack, rippling thru his white tee-shirt, which had the word `RAPIST' printed on it in big black letters. He came up to me, sneered and pushed me over to one of the Rape Racks. `Put your fuckin' hands up above your head, against the Rack, you fuckin' cunt!' he shouted. I instinctively obeyed, my cock already growing stiff inside my jeans at the thought of being brutally raped by this big butch Adonis. As I put my arms up against the Rack, he attached some leather straps to hold them firmly in place, and then he did the same to my ankles. I was now strapped to the Rack, which was tilted slightly forward. Behind the Rack was a full-length mirror so I could see everything that was happening to me. A mirror on the ceiling gave another view. In fact there were mirrors all around the well-lit room so I could see what was happening to me and all the other victims. `Know where you are, son?' said my tormenter. I thought I'd better play along with the game. `N, n, no sir!' I said. `You're in a fuckin' Rape Camp, son,' whispered the guy into my right ear, and as he pushed himself close up against me I could feel his huge hard cock thru his tight jeans pressing up against me. He put his big muscular arms around me and pulled my torso away from the Rack as far as the straps would allow. `We are the victors in this civil war, and you are our spoils, son. You've been brought here to give pleasure to your new masters. Get ready to be raped, boy! I'm gonna ram my big cock up your arse and turn you into a pussy-boy. Aren't you excited? A real man is going to make you his bitch!' he said, as he unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and underpants down very roughly. In the mirrors I saw him unzip his fly and take out his huge, stiff cock. He then took some lube and greased up his weapon, then greased up my hole, sticking his fingers right inside and saying in my ear: `Open up for me, son. I'm gonna break your arse in, then you're going into the Gang Bang Room next door and all the young men in the village are going to rape you! You'll be our pussy-boy.' With that he took his fingers out of my arse, and seconds later I felt his huge cock head probing the tight entrance of my hole. `I said open up for your master, pussy-boy!' he screamed in my ear, and I relaxed my anal muscles. A moment later his huge cock was being rammed right up my arse, till I yelled in pain. `That's right, shout all you like. You'll soon get used to it once I've broken your arse in, then you'll love it; you'll beg for more like the slut bitch you are!' he said as he pounded my arse. All around me men were screaming as they were being raped, but gradually these screams subsided and became whimpers and then grunts of contentment. The men, the victims, were all being turned into subservient `comfort men' for their masters, and I felt the same thing happening to me. My cries and screams were turning into whimpers as I got used to the big cock up my arse, and got familiar with the masculine smell of my rapist. He whispered in my ear again: `Yes, you're beginning to enjoy it now, aren't you pussy-boy? You're not a man any more, you're my fuckin' bitch. You're arse is better than my girl's cunt, and I'm gonna fuck you till I make you pregnant. Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you; to have my baby! Well I'm gonna shoot my baby-juice right into you any minute now, and you just might get pregnant. Submit! Submit to me and tell me what you want, pussy-boy!' I was now moaning with pleasure. I couldn't help myself: `I submit, I submit! You're the man, you're my master! Please fuck me some more, pump your spunk into me! Please fill me with your cum!' I found myself shouting out these words. `Yes, you'll get my spunk all right, right now! Here it cums! Aaaaaghh! Urrgggghhh! Urrggghhh!!! Aaaagghh! Yeah! Oh, yeah! I'm pumpin' you full of hot cum, pussy-boy! You're a good fuck, I think I'll take you for one of my regular fuck boys!' He pulled out, and eventually unstrapped me. I could hardly walk, so staggered to a bed in the Rest Area, where victims were allowed to recover from their ordeal. After 20 minutes, a guy dressed in U.S. Marine uniform approached me, grabbed me roughly from the bed, and made me stand in front of him. I was sure he was a real marine, possibly from the American Embassy barracks nearby. He stood very close to me with his handsome blond features and cold blue eyes staring straight into mine, his clean-cut cropped hair ending in a neat line around the nape of his smooth neck, and his smooth, tattooed bulging biceps protruding from his light khaki shirt-sleeved shirt. I could feel his hot breath on my face, smell its minty aroma from the gum he was arrogantly chewing, and I could also smell the clean, sexy, soapy odor of All-American, clean-cut, blond, blue-eyed Marine! My cock grew rock solid inside my jeans as he silently opened his lips and spat a wad of spit, gorgeous USMC spit, right into my face and mouth. `This way, cunt-face!' he barked in an American accent, and I knew this had to be the real thing. He was a real, serving American Marine. If I had any doubts, he quickly dispelled them. `I've just come back from the front line. We raped thousands of guys on the battlefield, and now it's your turn, son! You're gonna be gang raped, that's what we do to prisoners of war. That will teach you who's the master race now!' He took me into the Gang Bang Room, and the sights I saw there were unbelievable. There were similar Rape Racks, etc., but in here long lines of men were waiting to gang-rape each victim strapped to the Racks. Some were dressed casual, some naked, some in leathers, and some in military uniform like the one who had hold of me roughly by my arms. Some were even in suits, but every one of them was a rapist. I was taken to a piece of equipment in the center of the room and strapped on to it horizontally face-upwards with my back against the leather of the Rape Horse. Again my arms and legs were strapped to the equipment, and there were mirrors on the ceiling. My head was raised by a tilted leather cushion, so I could see the line of men already waiting to gang-rape me. First in line was the Marine, who took out his smooth circumcised cock as a guy dressed head-to-toe in leather greased up my arse with lube. `He's ready for you now, Corporal!' he said to the Marine, who quickly approached the Rape Horse and rammed his cock right up my arse, showing no mercy. As he raped me, he bent down low over me and spat in my face again. `Open your fuckin' mouth!' he ordered, and as I did so he let loose a great gob of spit and his chewing gum right into my mouth. `Now say thank you for the gum I've given you, gum soaked in my Marine spit,' he said. `Thank you sir!' I said, and began chewing on the gum as he smiled and continued fucking me. `Soon you'll submit, you'll be unable to resist, you'll beg me for more!' he sneered. I felt myself drawn to his smooth neck with the sharp cropped blond hairline showing beneath his white Marine cap. He moved nearer and nearer till I could feel the warmth of his flesh, smell his after-shave and that soapy clean Marine smell again. I couldn't help myself, I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick his neck. I couldn't reach it, but he moved nearer, still fucking me, and at last my tongue made contact with his neck. It tasted delicious; the clean tang of All-American Marine! I was overcome with pure lust and I bit into his neck, giving him a love bite. He then bit my neck very hard indeed. `I've left my mark on you now; that means you're my fuckin' bitch!' he said. Still fucking me, and getting closer and closer to climax, he turned his head so his eyes looked directly into mine, put his head nearer until our lips were almost touching. I couldn't resist any longer, I lifted my head off the leather cushion and kissed him full on the lips. He pulled away after a few seconds and shouted to the other men in line behind him. `Look, he's kissing me! This fuckin' slut is enjoying being raped! Watch this!' With that he bent over me again, and we were into a passionate snog, with his tongue right down my throat. The leather guy then came and unstrapped my arms, and I flung them around the Marine's neck and shoulders and hugged him close to me as we kissed. As he drew away I said: `Oh thank you, sir, thank you for raping me! I love you, I worship you, I'm your bitch!' He sneered and said: `You're damn right you are! He's fully broken in, guys; he's our willing fuck-boy now! Grab all the ass you want, just let me finish off!' With that he started snogging me again, then drew back and screamed as he pumped me full of his hot Marine orgasm. I felt my bowels swelling up with spunk, he shot so much into me. Then he pulled out, gently bent down and kissed me on the lips and said: `See you again, honey! Have your sweet ass lubed up and waiting for your Marine daddy's big cock!' Before I could recover, the leather guy, who was tall and slim, clean shaven with dark brown hair protruding from beneath his leather cap, rammed his cock up my arse. He didn't bend over me at all, just fucked me as though I were a piece of meat. After a few minutes he shot his wad up me, zipped up and moved off. He had hardly looked at me at all, I felt so humiliated. Next up was a sailor, or someone dressed as one. He smiled at me as he stuck his cock right into my arse. He did bend over me and smiled into my face: `Hi, I'm Able-Seaman Jason King. You're cute, baby! I'm gonna shoot a big load of spunk right inside your belly!' His cock was long enough to reach up into my belly, or so it seemed. I guess these guys had already been turned on by the Marine fucking me, as they were shooting so quickly. The sailor quickly unloaded his big wad high up into me. His sexy smell had made me dizzy, but soon it was replaced by the familiar tang of Tommy After Shave as a young city stockbroker type in a pin-stripe suit unzipped his fly and started fucking me. I knew that smell, and as he leaned over and kissed me, I recognized my boss from work! His Tommy After Shave was so strong I nearly passed out. I was filled with lust, as he sensuously stuck his tongue right down my throat, then pulled away and said into my ear: `Oh Gary, baby, I've wanted to rape you ever since you first came into my office for the job interview, all young and innocent and fresh from school! I'm cummin' just for you, take my cum, it's all for you, baby, all for you. My wife craves my load and I've given her two kids, but this load of spunk is especially for you, baby. Enjoy!' With that he shot his load into my arse, pulled out, and said: `Report to my office twice a day, I want more of that. I'll unload my sweet spunk right down your throat at work tomorrow morning whilst Miss Simpson goes for her coffee break.' Miss Simpson was his aged spinster personal assistant. I was so excited at the idea of having regular sex with my handsome boss in his office just a few feet from Miss Simpson and all the office girls. It was utterly depraved! In actual fact he made me crawl under his desk in the days to come, and I was sucking him off and drinking his spunk whilst Miss Simpson was taking shorthand notes blissfully unaware of what was going on just inches away the other side of the closed-off desk. Though she did say: `Are you all right, Mr Johnson?' when he groaned as he shot his big spunky load into my mouth. I had to stifle my moans of pleasure as I swallowed his deliciously sweet and thick slimy load of cum! Back in the Gang Bang Room, the next guy quickly took Mr Johnson's place. In all 20 guys raped me in the space of 45 minutes. My arse was sore by then, and finally they unstrapped my legs and I had to be carried by two of the rapists to the rest area. But I couldn't rest; I had so much spunk up my arse, I had to rush to the toilet area and let it all out. It acted like an enema, and I was on the seat for 15 minutes. Feeling thoroughly exhausted and drained, I then lay on a bed in the rest area for half an hour. Finally I staggered up, and headed towards the Glory Hole area. I wanted to cum, and I thought this would be the best bet for a quickie. I was too exhausted to do much else. The Glory Hole area, like the others, was divided into givers and takers. This time I went into the active side. The walls were glass so you could see who was the other side. The guys waiting to suck were sitting on stools in front of the Glory Holes. I walked up the line, and chose a Glory Hole behind which was a teenage boy, couldn't have been more than 19, with dyed green hair sticking up in spikes. He had a studded leather belt around his neck with the word `Pig boy' written on it. He wore a torn punk-style tee-shirt and torn jeans covered in spunk stains. It looked as if the whole bar had spunked over him; there were also spunk stains on his tee-shirt, and there appeared to be dried spunk in his hair and on his face. I shoved my hard cock thru the hole, and immediately felt his silky soft lips, tongue and mouth enclose over the head and begin their gentle sucking. Faster and faster he went, and I could see the lust in his eyes as they glazed over. He looked up into my eyes as he sucked me, greedy for my spunk! He pulled away briefly and shouted out: `Feed me, feed me, feed me your load!' then started sucking me again, still looking into my eyes. I stared back into his and gave him what he craved. I let go my cum into his eagerly sucking mouth. It was like feeding a baby; he sucked and gurgled contentedly as I spurted my hot milk into his eager mouth. My cream was overflowing from his mouth over his lips and chin, but he drained me dry. Thoroughly exhausted I pulled out of the glory hole and zipped up, and saw him lick my spunk off his lips and chin. As I moved away the Marine who had raped me used the same glory hole and the punk's mouth, and I stood and watched him take a huge load from the Marine who screamed as he came: `Drink U.S. Marine Sperm, you cunt-faced punk!' That was enough for one day. Perhaps I'd feel ready for another session tomorrow. I went home feeling sore at the back but thoroughly contented. I looked at the passengers in the Tube train. If only they knew where I'd been and what I'd just done a few feet above them. What was still going on now. They had no idea of the debauchery going on behind those walls up on the surface. An old lady looked at me and smiled. I recognized her as my old Sunday school teacher. `Hallo, Gary, how are you? You look tired. Been working hard?' she asked me. `Yes, Mrs Peters, I've been worked very hard today. I was under 20 men and I had my work cut out to please them all.' I said wickedly, knowing she wouldn't pick up on the double-meanings. `That's right, always do your best, and God will reward you,' she smiled, clutching her Bible, and I felt ashamed that I had teased her so. `You always were a good boy, God Bless' she said as she got up and left the carriage. I felt a little guilty, but then spotted a Roman Catholic priest further down the car. He was pretending to be playing with his rosary whilst stroking his hard cock thru his black robes. The priest was leering at a young lad, who couldn't have been more than 11, sitting with his mother on the seat opposite. The dirty old fucker! At least I went with consenting adults, yet he was a religious man of the cloth, supposed to be celibate. I left the carriage feeling much better about myself. After all, I hadn't done anyone any harm. I was definitely going back to the club tomorrow night, and I also had two sex sessions lined up in Mr Johnson's office at work beforehand. Life was good! (to be continued).