Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2012 11:50:12 -0500 From: John Marshall Subject: Ecstasy Isle Chapter 18 This story does not follow the usual pattern of erotic fiction. It is not written in first person nor does the plot follow that of so many stories here on Nifty.org. This is totally a fantasy work, no actual people are involved. It does involve adult/teen sexual encounters of both sexes. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material, stop here. If you are not 18 years of age, stop here. If it is illegal for you to read such material where you reside, stop here. Some people will find the style disconcerting. I write in something approaching real time and there is a great deal of dialogue, especially during the sexual encounters (dirty talk). All dialogue printed in UPPER CASE indicates orgasmic dialogue in a raised voice but not necessarily shouting. This is purely jack-off material, designed to bring a maximum of erotic pleasure to the reader. I would enjoy hearing just how much sexual pleasure readers derive from it. In the beginning, the story is mostly gay but as it progresses, it becomes decidely bisexual. Although the story involves the kidnapping of the main character early on, the boy eventually comes to accept and relish his new life. It does not in any way condone kidnapping but simply utilizes it as a logical plot device in the beginning of the story. I welcome responses to: crackerjacker18@hotmail.com I will probably respond but I am not interested in any form of online relationship. Happy jacking...or jerking...or wanking...or whatever... ECSTASY ISLE CHAPTER 18 Zac came running breathlessly into the house screaming, "LISA, COLT, TINA, SOOMEONE...ANYONE, LEON...KEVIN...KEVIN'S GONE!!!" "WHAT? GONE?" Lisa cried, jumping up from the couch where she'd just recently enjoyed a good, hard fuck by Leon and his androidal super-cock. "DOWN ON THE BEACH, COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU!!" Zac cried, grabbing her wrist dragging her, followed now by Leon, Colt, and Tina as they rushed outside, then down over the sandy hill toward the beach. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, GONE!" Tina cried hysterically. "THERE!" Zac pointed as the others, including now some of the boys from the dorm, rushed forward. Scrawled in the damp sand were the words, "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE. GOODBUY, I LUV U. KEVIN" From there, footprints led into the water. The group lifted their eyes searching the three or four hundred yards between the beach and the main island with its rocky shore. "KEVIN! KEVIN!" Tina cried, both in anguish and somehow thinking or hoping Kevin might hear her. "The sand is still wet, the tide is going out, he can't have been gone long," Leon reasoned. "Leon, call Terry, have him bring the boat around, he's got to be out there not very far," Lisa cried with surprisingly clear-headed thinking. "I can't see anything, I've been looking all over," Justin rushed up. "We were walking along the beach, we found what he wrote a few minutes ago, there was no sign of him though..." "Then or NOW," Zac shaded his eyes from the sun as he scanned the water and then the far shore. "TERRY, KEVIN HAS...TAKEN A WALK...DISAPPEARED! BRING THE BOAT OVER...LISA SAID TO BRING THE BOAT OVER..." Leon called over his internal communication circuitry. "He's over at the warehouse...the boat is there too," Leon reported. "HURRY, TERRY, LOOK FOR HIM, HE HASN'T BEEN GONE LONG, HE MAY STILL BE ALIVE, SWIMMING...OR ON THE MAIN ISLAND NOW!" "TELL HIM NOT TO COME HERE, HE'S NOT HERE, HE'S PROBABLY OUT IN THE LAGOON SOMEWHERE NOW...what the fuck was he thinking?!" Colt called back to his mother as he ran down the beach searching the water for a lone swimmer. "How long, Leon, fifteen minutes, half-hour at most?" Lisa questioned their walking talking micro-processor. "The sand is starting to dry, 45 minutes tops," Leon micro-processed. "Can Kevin swim?" Darin asked, wading into the water, looking down, expecting to find a body or footprints, any clue. "He's from Florida, all twelve-year-old boys in Florida can swim," Justin reasoned unreasonably. "Yeah, but how WELL?" Lisa cried hysterically, running back up to higher ground, hoping to see better. "NOT WELL ENOUGH TO SWIM BACK TO FLORIDA!!" Tina burst into tears, reality flooding over her. "WHAT ABOUT ALL THE SHARKS OUT THERE?" Devon wailed, joining the mass hysteria. "They wouldn't bother, there ain't enough of Kevin to make a decent SNACK," Mike joked as he ran with Justin and Zack up from the beach, following Lisa, hoping to gain a better perspective in their visual search. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITHEAD!" Colt cried angrily. "I rather doubt sharks are a major factor for now," Leon reasoned. "If he was bent on killing himself..." Even their resident mechanical man wasn't prepared to pursue that line of reasoning. "CALL JASON, LEON, HE'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO!" Lisa ordered as they heard the boat's engines come alive, then watched as Terry and one of the dorm pleasure boys cast off from the pier. "CALL TERRY, TELL HIM TO LOOK TOWARD THE OPEN SEA...THE GAP IN THE LAGOON!" "I'm sorry but I have only one communication channel," Leon appologized for his shortcomings. "Jason is unavailable at the moment. Terry, Lisa says to look toward the open water...over toward the gap, then, if I might suggest, perhaps along the shoreline of the main island." "I can't believe he'd fuckin' take a walk back to Florida," Colt plunged into denial. "Were things really that bad for him here? Did we say or do something?" Lisa questioned aloud. "Did one of you kids push him...." "PUSH HIM, MOM...FUCK NO, WE LOVED HIM..." Tina cried clinging nakedly to her mother. "When did you last see him, was he acting...you know...funny?" Lisa asked her two horny kids. "Last night, he was...fuckin' drunk...completely out of it," Colt filled her in, "passed out..." "You think he might have been drunk when he...?" "Not drunk, hung over maybe," Justin allowed as he hung back from the others as they frantically ran up and down the beach on the other side of the tiny island crying out Kevin's name, scanning the water and the far distant shore of the main island across the lagoon. "I saw him this morning, he seemed okay then." "It's almost low tide, he could have almost literally walked over to the main island back there on the other side where the note was," Leon suggested, "the water at low tide can't be more than about six feet deep." "And Kevin can't be more than five feet deep...if that," Zac countered. "If he walked, he'd have to hold his breath a considerable part of the way." "It's almost noon now, he must have gone in about eleven at the latest," Colt reasoned, taking off at a dead run toward the steps leading up to the dorm balconies. "It's broad daylight, I can't believe we can't see him out there," Lisa gushed, herself near tears. "I can't believe he'd do something like this, I loved him...I..." Tina sobbed. "Quit saying that...we'll find him..." Lisa tried comforting her daughter. "Saying what, that I loved him?" "Loved...he's not dead, he can't be, he's...he's out there...or over there...on the main island...he's got to be, he' can't be dead, he's too...young...too...beautiful to be dead." "An hour is a long time out there on the water," Devon suggested morosely. "The sharks are hungry, they..." "Quit saying that, there are no sharks..." Tina recovered her composure somewhat, berating Devon. "Jason said there was a whole...a whole bunch of...a whole SCHOOL of sharks..." Devon insisted. "Sharks don't go to school...don't have schools, they're solitary predators," Leon explained to the frightend young boy. "Jason just told you that to...to prevent something like...like THIS," Lisa added. "Maybe he should have told Kevin about the sharks," Devon said, tears forming in his own eyes. "Maybe..." Lisa sighed as she saw the logic in the boy's words. "Nothing..." Leon reported. "Terry's heading out to sea, says he's going to search the outer shore of the main island." "FUUUUCCCKKKK!" Zac cried in frustration. "YOU SEE ANYTHING UP THERE?" Tina cried as she ran, aiming to join her brother up on the dorm balcony where she could see most of the island's beaches. "Not a thing," Kevin lifted his eyes from a tripodded telescope he'd been peering through. "Let me look," Tina pushed him away, swinging the optical device around and scanning the distant shore of the main island. "IT'S JASON!" Leon cried as he listened in his head to the man's words. "Yes...okay...about an hour ago...we're looking but...yes, Terry has the boat out, he's searching the outer shore now...so far, nothing." "TELL HIM TO GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" Lisa cried, once more losing control, "I don't know what to do, I can't fuckin' handle this, I...I..." she broke down in tears. "Lisa says for you to...oh, you heard her...I didn't know you could hear...I'm not equipped with an external microphone," Leon reacted in surprise. "Dad...DAD, DO SOMETHING, KEVIN'S GONE, KEVIN'S DEAD...HE TRIED TO SWIM BACK TO FLORIDA, THE SHARKS ATE HIM, HE DROWNED, DAD...DAD...PLEASE DO SOMETHING, DO SOMETHING," Tina cried in Leon's face, unsure where his external mike might be located." "It's in my NOSE?" Leon said in surpise, talking again to Jason. "It's in my nose," he told Tina. "Why wasn't I told...why didn't I know..." "What the fuck's he talking about," Colt looked at his mother plaintively. "What's in his nose?" "Something about a microphone," Tina sighed in dispair. "Up his nose?" Devon laughed. "My last reconditioning, they installed...ohh...yes...yes...I'll tell him...wait, I gotta switch over to his channel," Leon told his long-distance master. "What's he saying?" Lisa inquired. "He said for Terry to..." Leon began, "TERRY...TERRY...YES, IT'S ME AGAIN, LEON, HI...YES, I'M FINE, HOW ABOUT YOU?" "LEON!" Lisa screamed at him in frustration. "Yes, we're all fine...err...except for Kevin, of course, we're unable to communicate with him at the moment..." Leon continued. Zac suppressed a laugh as he too took a turn at the telescope. "Terry, Jason says to circumnavigate the main island from the outside then do the same on the inside...from the lagoon side, do you copy?" Leon relayed. "I can't believe this is happening," Tina sobbed, her tears ruining her mascara, giving her the most woeful, mournful look of a young widow. She wiped her eyes, further worsening the mess her face was in. "Jason says for us to fan out over the island and search here for Kevin, then have Terry take us all over to the main island and search there," Leon announced. "Great, you hear that?" Lisa recovered somewhat, thankful to have something she could do rather than just stand by helplessly. "I'll take the main house," Tina rushed off. "I'll look here in the dorm," Colt cried as he raced off toward the balcony overlooking the beach where Kevin had disappeared. "We'll take the guest house," Zac and Jason volunteered. "The rest of you search the beaches," Lisa instructed the pleasure boys milling about. "Terry, Jason says to finish your search of the shoreline then pick us up at the docks and we'll all hit the main island and look for Kevin there." Leon informed the boat captain of Jason's orders. "How long?" Lisa asked anxiously "How long?" Leon relayed the query. "A half-hour...meet him at the docks in a half-hour," Leon informed her. "By the way, I really enjoyed fucking you a little while ago, you really gave me quite a thrill." "Hmph...yeah, right," Lisa snorted, knowing Leon wasn't programmed to feel sexual pleasure but only to give the appearance of doing so...something he apparently was continuing to do, even now. "And if the boat is adequately equipped for doing so, I'd be quite pleased to continue our little..." Leon went on. "LEON!" Lisa screamed at him..."Ohhhh, never mind..." realizing her words would be in vain as she headed inside to join her son in searching the dorm. "Does Jason think Kevin might be hiding out somewhere?" Zac asked Leon as they crisscrossed the island searching. "He's chartering a plane out of Nassau to fly over tomorrow and search," Leon informed Zac. He can't get back himself, something about a proxy battle...one of his subsidiaries..." "Great...just GREAT!" Zac exploded, "He was suppose to haul Justin and me back to Lauderdale tomorrow!" "If I might suggest, perhaps a seaplane out of Freeport...it's closer than Nassau, you know," Leon told him. "No...no, no, that won't be necessary," Zac told him thoughtfully, "I'll just have Josh bring my boat over and pick us up." "Would you like me to make the call for you?" Leon offered graciously. "Uhhhh...no...no, that won't be necessary, I have a satellite phone back in my room, I'll..." "LOOK...LOOK, OUT THERE...SEE THAT, IN THE WATER, SEE IT, SEE IT?" Leon suddenly cried as his ultra-sharp visual acuity spotted something. "WHERE...WHERE...? Zac cried in surprise as he struggled to focus in the direction Leon was pointing. "No...no, I think...I think it's...looks like an old life vest or something," Leon analyzed what he saw. "Tell Terry to check it out," Zac instructed his androidal friend. "He'll be coming this way to pick us up in a few minutes." "He's on the other side of the island now..." Leon paused as he listened internally to Terry's report. He shook his head, "No sign of him...nothing unusual...and Terry knows the island like the back of his proverbial hand." "Jason is offering to send the chopper back to pick you up if you'd like," Leon informed his friend as they climbed to the top of the control tower for a better view. "What? Oh...uhhh...tell him...tell him no, thanks, don't bother, I'll just have my boat come pick us up tonight." Zac declined the offer. "He says that won't get you back to Lauderdale in time," Leon relayed. "I think we can make it..." Zac said vaguely as he scanned the horizon with binocculars he found in the deserted control room "But...it's almost 24 hours by boat," Leon insisted. "It's a fast boat," Zac shot back. "Whatever you say," Leon relented. "Uhhh...Jason said to tell you he's sorry for inconveniencing you like this." "It can't be helped, I just hope we can find Kevin..." Zac sighed as he spotted "The Beachcummer" rounding the outer island and starting to enter the lagoon. "We better get over to the pier, Terry will be there in a few minutes to take us over to the main island." "If I might suggest, the binocculars could prove to be advantageous in our search?" Leon reasoned. "Err...yeah, right, of course," Zac raced back for them then followed Leon down the metal steps to the ground level. Terry didn't even bother to tie up the boat as, one by one, Lisa, Zac, Justin, Colt, Tina, and all eight pleasure boys jumped aboard for the five-minute jaunt across the lagoon to the main island. Once there, they each jumped from the boat into the water and waded ashore as Terry once more began a sweep of the shoreline. Not that it mattered. Kevin was nowhere to be seen or found...not a clue. There were no telltale footprints leading out of the water, and though the terrain was rough and the main island large and densely overgrown with jungle foliage, they counted their search as quite thorough. Despite their searched until nearly nightfall, none of them could find any evidence at all of their sweet, naked, little pleasure boy. Andy had dinner ready for them when they climbed back onto the boat. The mood was morose. The situation had changed. They knew from their long, hard, hot, day of relentless searching that Kevin was gone. And if he wasn't on either island he wasn't alive. It was an inconvenient fact of life. If he were in the water, they would have seen him, and no one, least of all a slender, young, twelve-year-old boy could survive more than a few hours in the open sea. There were no boats in the area except their own to pick him up. "Kevin's dead," Tina finally muttered the words signifying some degree of closure for herself and the others. She slumbed back nakedly in one of the deck loungers, her usually pert young breasts now seeming to droop sadly. Colt started to object but then closed his mouth, alomost involuntarily, knowing his sister was right, knowing that arguing with her, knowing that his continued denial, would be meaningless...heartless even. He silently slipped into her lounger next to her and held her in his arms, not so much trying to comfort her but to comfort himself in holding someone he loved who was still alive. Lisa eyed her two naked children, fighting back tears. "We loved him so much," she sobbed, this time using the past tense herself, despite her reproval of her daughter's for having done so earlier. She shook her head, covering her face, leaving them, going below to one of the cabins, needing now to be alone. A moment later, Leon hurried off to join her, his powerful, mechanical boy-cock leading the way. Terry liesurely guided the magnificent yacht back toward the docks. The boys on deck remained naked and hard, but none of them were in the mood for sucking cocks or shooting cum. It was the first time Terry had ever seen that many naked teenaged boys together at one time without their being some kind of sexual activity taking place. Terry wiped his share of tears as well. One of them was gone. He relentlessly relived their all-too-short voyage that had brought the lovely, sweet, little boy to their island and their nights of naked sexual bliss as he and Jason had introduced that sweet little boy to the exquisite joys of soaring sexual ecstasy. Kevin had been with them only a few days but even at that, he was one of them. He was too young to die. Yet, they all instinctively knew what their missing brother had been feeling. Individually, every one of them had felt it too. Despite their daily wallowing in naked sexual pleasure, every one of them had felt the loneliness, the monotonoy, the endless sameness of their sexual routines, the dehumanizing realization that they seemed hardly any more alive than Leon. Indeed, they might soon be replaced by Leons. Their still-hard boy-cocks gave silent testimony to the fact that, even now, Jason's drugs still helplessly rendered them primarily sexual creatures, cherished only for their incredible adolescent beauty, their exceptional boy-cocks, and their willingness to surrender it all to their own and one another's continuous sexual pleasure. One other thought lingered in their minds. None of them had the guts to do what Kevin had done.