Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2017 00:47:51 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Bone Island chapter 5

			  BONE ISLAND BARE IT ALL
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

Copyright 2017

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction.  The locations are based on
real locations but are fictionalized. The story involves male homosexual
conduct, including those under the age of consent.  If this is not your cup
of tea, then please do not read.  If it is, please enjoy.

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			     SEVEN YEARS LATER


	Cole wanted too.  He was homesick.  Key West is home for him, at
least notionally.  I knew the risks, of course, having lost Finn and gained
Cole there.  Now, after 7 years of serving our Master, I know I had been
naive back then.  Finn then and Cole now are entirely too valuable as
ritual sacrifice to be essentially outside the fold, which Finn was to a
certain extent with me back then.  I am the master to be sure and Cole the
slave but we are co-communicants too.

	Cole is impossibly thin.  Only medium height, he barely tips the
scale at 120 lbs and then only if he has a big meal. But he has a perky
little ass, and that is being shown off with a blue and gray jock, and a
sizable bulge in the pouch.  He is what he appears to be: a twink.  Heads
turned and eyes moved when we walked out to the pool at the Cayo Heuso
resort. Men noticed.  He insisted on the jock when he was in the pool.  But
I left him naked on the sundeck and headed back to the pool myself because
it was hot, even in December.  I was sitting in the shallow end of the
pool, on the steps talking and sipping on a fruity drink when Cole came
down the spiral metal staircase followed by another guy.  They strode
toward me purposefully .

	"Hello Finn" I said.

	He smiled.  "Hello Jack.  I found my little brother" he said,
easing himself into the pool.  Once in the water, he kissed me, open
mouthed and sensual.

	"We are fans of your porn work" I said. Cole also slipped into the
water, back in his jock strap.

	"Porn is an effective tool for our Master.  It is the corruption
that matters as you know.  I sense you are one of us now, right?"

	I nod and Cole smiles.  Because of him, I have taken my rightful
place as a Gaurdian. "So what does Jimmy have you doing day to day, if you
don't mind my asking?"

	"What would you do if it were you, Gaurdian?"

	I laughed a little.  "I'd fuck you every day but mostly I would
have you here, keeping the sexual level high and have you fuck whoever you
need to so that this place is at a strong simmer."

	"That's right" Finn said. "And you are here during Bone Island Bare
It All again, huh?"

	"And there are two sex slaves here."  Cole said. "The civilians are
going to notice something going on, something dfferent, hotter."

	"The Greet the Meat party is at 6.  I will find you" Finn said.

	Cayo is packed to the gills for the party.  There are a hundred or
more naked men all piled in here.  I tell Cole that he needs to be naked,
no teasing with skimpy underwear.  This is a nudist event and we have to
respect that.  He goes naked, just to please me even though I agree wtih
him usually that a tease is sexier than letting it all hang out.  But he is
hung like a horse.  He has a baby's arm down there.  He is a magnet for men
who like little twinks.  I know. I am one too.

	Finn is the host, having replaced William at some point. He is
naked and charming, handing out drinks, flirting and hugging men.  The
bolder ones will grope him, particularly when he is in the pool.  The men
here know him from his porn work.  He smiles as he finds us and gives Cole
a freebie shot of rum punch.  He whispers something in Cole's ear and they
both laugh.  When Finn moves on, I ask him what.

	"We'll get high afterwards and fuck all night" Cole said.  "We can,
can't we?"

	"Oh yeah," I say.  "Absolutely.  But only if I can join in"

	Cole nods eagerly.  "Of course, you are my master."

	I thought the party lasted later but shortly after 9, Finn found us
and took Cole by the hand.  He asked and I told him 102.

	"Good, by the pool" he said with a grin.  "We'll leave the curtains
open.  This place will be overheated in no time"

	I knew that to be true.  The two of them together would really send
out lava flows of pure unbridled lust throughout the whole
complex. Everybody will be getting laid tonight, even people next door and
down the block probably.  All three of us were naked, of course, and Finn
practically threw Cole onto the bed.  Cole laughed and shyly covered
himself down there but it was an act.  He was hard in an instant.  He
spread his legs and slipped his hand down to play with his hole.

	"I am all grown up now, brother" Cole said as he fingered himself.

	Finn is on the bed, Cole on a pillow with his legs wrapped around
Finn's neck as Finn lovingly gives Cole's genitalia a tongue bath.  It is a
slow and sensual blow job and they will trade off after while.  They know
what they are doing.  Consecrated sex slaves feed off of the sexual energy
of others but they also magnify it and project it outwards.  They are
slowly ramping up the sexual heat around them, not just in the room where
it is affecting me, but out at the pool and the sundeck and even the video
lounge, which is sacred space after all.  Finn is nibbling on his full ball
sac and stroking the boy's thick long dick.  I am in the room too, of
course, laying on the bed naked and watching them go at it, hard and horny
and stroking myself.  It is too hot.

	After 30 minutes or more, they trade off.  Finn is on the receiving
end and Cole the oral master, tending to his older compatriots swollen
dick.  However, Finn, knowing my horniness next to them, takes me into his
mouth to suck me off and he seems to have remembered how to do it too.
That is the thing about it: although both are consecrated to this service,
they are different.  Finn was perfectly pliant and plastic, forever
matching the mood and desires of how he is with.  Cole, on the other hand,
is enthusiastic and inventive.

	"I've missed that mouth.  I've missed your ass too.  I'd love to
shove it in for old times sake, Finn" I say.

	"And you can but in a little while" Finn says.  He's right. They
have to carefully ramp up the sexual energy flowing out of them.
Otherwise, it could turn into a riot.  But after an hour or so of oral,
they are ready.  Cole is at the head of the bed, legs splayed open wide and
Finn between them on his lap, gobbling up the boy's dick, but with his own
ass in the air, waiting for me to be greased up and enter him. As I push my
raw dick past his slick hole and enter him in the tight soft shitter, it
feels great.  He groans as I began to slowly fuck him doggy style. He is
bobbing up and down on Cole's dick.

	"Goddamn, this is good" I say in a bit of pant as I take care of
business on his ass.

	As it darkens, I cannot see out of our sliding glass door to the
pool area beyond.  I suspect it is an orgy there or perhaps they have all
retreated upstairs instead.  Either way, there is fucking going on.  There
has to be. Right now, I am enjoying fucking this boy, my own former lover,
in the ass on a bed open to the world and unashamed.  Soon, though, the
horniness wins out for me. I can't hold it.  I lose control and blast
inside of Finn.

	They carry on for another hour before we get ready to go to party
at La Te Da.  That is fun but even better is that Cole ended up being the
cum dup in the video room in the wee hours of the morning.  He knew that
was a sacred space too and he, like Finn before, was happiest there and
that a dozen men lined up to be serviced was nothing. Into the late morning
and pressing noon, Cole slept happily curled up in my arms. I did have to
wake him so that we could go on the naked paddle boarding excursion with
two incredible hunks.

	The Tool Factory beckoned. Just as before, it was packed to
overflowing with naked men of all stripes and sizes, but naked and male and
largely on the prowl. Finn was there to, of course, and Cole went to him
instinctively.  Those in the know, those who serve our Master, recognize
Finn and make the correct assumption about Cole.  They of course are
honored by our kind.  As it was, I couldn't even get a drink without
getting a blow job, standing right there at the bar.  I joked with him that
must be a new form greeting: sucking a stranger's dick at a bar.  What a
greeting it is. I was groped and stroked several times as I found my way
back to deliver the drinks to the boys.

	"This feels like home" Cole said as we went up the short stairs
that lead to the patio.

	"It is, in a way" I say "I guess you feel the sex, huh?"

	He nods. "I'm going to be sore by the time we leave"

	"Is that a complaint?"

	"No, Jack. This is true service.  This is the truest expression of
our Master"

	We are outside on the patio, the smokers segregating themselves.
Finn is there.  He turns towards us and smiles.  He nods in the direction
of the tent.  There is a guy, bearded and rugged, on his knees in the
center of the space getting spit roasted.

	"Ever since you brought me, there are more slaves that come.  It's
me, Cole, him and 2 more.  The sexual energy will be incredible." Finn said

	"It already is," I added. "Just walk back inside.  You'll get
raped"

	"Good" Finn said.

	In fact the energy from the tent was incredible.  Not just Cole,
who was riding a man on the banquette, but two others - a lanky bearded man
about 30 who was in the center of the tent taking all comers, and a
hispanic guy about 25 who was also riding a guy - were there in the tent,
keeping things stoked.  I was proud of Cole, plunging in to serve our
Master by giving that greatest of all pleasures, and wondered if the man
fucking him knew what he had riding him.

	"So they are hard at it, huh?"  Jimmy, the owner of the Cayo, said.

	I turned.  "Yeah. If they don't stop, it'll be an orgy pretty
soon."

	"That's okay"

	"Before you ask, Cole isn't for sale"

	Jimmy laughed and patted me on the back. "Finn is perfect.  A
dream.  Cole can serve in Atlanta.  I hear he's busy from one to the next.
I also hear you are a guardian now. Congratulations"

	"Thanks.  Jump in with both feet I guess.  Besides, we are all the
same basically."

	"Maybe, maybe not.  But we definitely don't see anything wrong with
this"

	"No"

	I went with Jimmy, plunged into the scene and took my pleasures.
Finn joined us and fucked Jimmy, who surprised me by being a bottom.  I let
the bearded slave ride me and it was awesome. He had one hot hole and I am
not usually that attracted to hairy grown men, preferring the younger set,
but this guy knew how to fuck, unsurprisingly. Cole laughed and high fived
his slave brother as he did me.  All I had to was lean back and let him
slide up and down on my hard dick, his creamy asshole tightening around it
as he did.  I got to see Cole go from one to another, as I have many times
before in ritual settings.  Going from dick to pussy and back, the
penetrator, the penetrated, sucking and being sucked.  Here, though, all
male and high in testosterone, he was being taken in the ass, in the mouth,
stroked and groped.  And he was loving it.  The bearded one was looking for
another dick to have even as he fucked me.  Another man, who I supposed
actually was a civillian, a gay man innocently going about his business in
a no clothing permitted party looking for sex, stood on the seat next to
us, his dick at the bearded guys face level so that he could swallow that
sword.

	"Goddamn that's hot" the civilian said.

	"Yeah, Goddamn" I added.  It is hot.  Sexual immorality is.  Sexual
pleasure is precious to our Master.  Sex for pleasure, for recreation, is
his gift to us.  We should use it.

	I pumped my hips to keep him going. I don't want him neglecting me
to suck this guy's dick.  Not at all. So I drive it in him.  But soon I
have to stop. I don't want to cum, not just yet and Cole has hours to go.
He may blow a half dozen times (he is 18 of course and sex slaves have
almost inexhaustable sex drives) but I am now over 50 and I have to ration
my orgasms.  I push the bearded guy off and let him go about his business
and I wait for the horniness to subside, knowing that I will be back at it
later.

	Inside is seething with sexual tension.  There are blowjobs being
given, right there in the open, hard ons paraded about unashamed but a full
scale orgy hasn't broken out.  It would only take a little shove, though,
and it would.  Cole outside is doing his part to provide the shove.  He is
going from one to another, taking it from all that want to. I stand on the
edge of the tent and watch. It is an amazingly beautiful site.  Then a
black guy, late teens or early 20's, handsome and muscular pushes past
me. I knew, or suspect, that he is like Cole and Finn, consecrated.  He is
naked, of course, well hung and beautiful. I plunge in after him.

	I put my hand on his rock hard ass.  He turns to me.  "Guardian?"

	"Yeah"

	"Fuck me"

	I fuck him right there, standing.  I hitch my knees and ram it in,
one hard swift motion.  Well, fuck. That feels good and he rocks back
against me, wanting it hard and fast. I give it to him too.  I sway my hips
but he is fairly jumping on my prick.  I put my hands on his granite body,
unmarred with tattooes except the pentagram above his heart, something of a
dead giveaway, and rub up against the hardness of his body as my swollen
cock penetrates him.  I can smell his musk, earthy and pungent.  It smells
good.  Primal.  That's how I feel.  Primal.  I fuck him hard and steady,
going it with abandon. This time I won't stop. I'll give it to him the way
he wants it. I bang him and I begin to feel it. I don't stop.  No,
definitely not.  I fuck harder.  It builds harder and harder.  Then, when I
think I can't take it anymore, I blast inside of him.

	Afterwards, I drink a while, talk to some people and let Cole get
his freak on. Eventually, I take him back to Cayo and we fuck, just the two
of us.

	For the Foam Party at the Equator, Finn took me and Cole to a room
overlooking the bar and small pool. The bearded slave was there too and so
was another gaurdian, a middle aged black man, powerfully built.  He and
his slave, Kingston, were from San Antonio.  Their fucking would be
necessary to keep the sexual heat at a fever pitch.

	"There was a black guy, young, at the Tool Factory last night. I
think he is a slave" I say

	"He is" the Texas guardian, Henry, said.  "From Southern
Illinois. There is a blondie too, maybe 18 and maybe not, from New York
City around too.  You can imagine, huh?"

	I could.  There were a hundred or more groups in metropolitan New
York and a slave as a ritual sacrifice is a cherished thing.  Part of how
we afford this trip is my renting out Cole.  I had been nuts not to do it
with Finn.  He had, of course, and kept the money.  Our Master approves of
that but not my stupidity and ignorance.

	As it was though, it was the three of them for now.  Well five of
us, me and Henry got to join in of course.  I sucked all three of them, and
four because I did taste Henry too.  and got sucked.  It was leisurely, a
slow ramping of the sexual tension.  It was free flowing too, sometimes on
the bed, sometimes standing, taking a break and watching, stroking, joining
back in.  It felt good and I didn't miss that I wasn't at the party just
outside.  I could have walked out if I wanted, Henry did for a little
while, but I didn't. I enjoyed the party inside and, besides, a guardian
ought to be there.

	Through the open french door, the blond boy came in, trailed by a
young Puerto Rican guy with a long uncut dick and tattooes and middle aged
Asian man, all three of them of course naked.  I wasn't surprised that the
door wasn't locked. It wouldn't be.

	"Is this where the party is?" the blond boy asked.

	"Is now" Cole said, jumping and rushing over to him and kissing
him. "Now that you are here, brother."

	I introduced myself. Blondie is Jayden, the latino guy who looked
like a thug was Jorge and I could tell that he was a priest, and the Asian
guy was George. He owned Jayden and worshipped but otherwise was of little
importance.

	"We don't have to leave do we?" he asked George.

	Jorge answered.  "No. You need to fuck" It confirmed my suspicion
that Jorge was a priest.  Like a slave, he is born into it, a consecrated
person.  On matters of worshipping our Master, his word is law.  Even
though this is not a sacred space, clearly the event furthers the work
because it promotes freedom and pleasure.  And, even though he is not my
priest, his word would be law for me too and for Cole. We have willingly
given ourselves over.  Who wouldn't?

	It was soon an orgy. There were hard dicks and mouths open and
asses in the air.  I wanted blondie, of course. The room was fairly big,
bigger than at Cayo, but it was packed.  Cole was on the bed crossways,
supine, his legs in the air as Henry devoured his ass and George shoved his
dick in his mouth.  Finn was taking it from Jorge and Kingston was
maneuvering to ass fuck the Priest.  Young Jayden was getting a hummer.
Even though I wondered about the heat outside, I wanted blondie bad.  I
went over and slapped my hand on his ass. He turned and smiled.

	"You want me?"

	"Fuck yeah"

	"Can you fuck me until I cum?"

	"I doubt it" I admitted.

	"You can try" he said

	He stood and spread his legs, his hard on sticking up like a proud
flagpole.  He wanted it standing.  I slid it in, nice and slow and even.
It felt good and I got my hands on his young lean body, ripples and grooves
and supple all over.  A young God.  I suspect he is not 18 and it doesn't
matter.  He has never been innocent. Not ever and he will be fucked many
times more than he has all ready.  But I want him now.

	"Fuck me hard. Pound out a load" he said.

	So I did. My body met his and my hands grabbed his lean and rippled
torso as I pushed all the way inside of him.  I stopped there and he
wiggled his ass around.  My right hand went down to his hard dick.

	"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard," he said.  "Somebody suck me while he
fucks me"

	Somone fell to their knees to take him in, vaguely Latin, young and
trim.  I didn't think him a co-communicant. just a civilian that had
wandered in.  No matter: if he is here, he serves our Master
unaware. Perhaps he can be corrupted to join us.  Either way, he is
welcome.  Jayden, my little blondie, wasn't complaining and neither was I
as I moved back and to in and out of his butt.  The sexual energy in here
was overwhelming.  I was rapidly growing as horny as I ever had been
before.  I was trying to go slow but couldn't. I found myself fucking
Jayden's pert little ass harder and harder, harder than I intended but the
waves of pure lust were breaking over me and I couldn't control it. I
wondered if it was a full scale orgy out there and figured it must be.

	He pushed back on my dick.  He wasn't just a passive little bottom.
He knew how to move.  He wanted it and I wanted to give it to him.  SO I
wiggled when he did and when he pushed back that was my clue to pound him
with hard, fast, savage strokes up and in.  The latin boy was tending to
Jayden swollen cock, so I tended to his hungry hole.  The groaning and the
grunting and the moaning from that room was loud and insistent but my
groans were mixed in.  I was fucking him as hard as I could, really going
at it.

	"Oh, fuck.  I'm gonna cum" I said with a grunt.

	'Fill me up.  Fill my ass with your load"

	Two more strokes, three, four, all hard as I could, fast and savage
as I built the pressure, the pressure needed to explode.  THen suddenly, as
I thought I would pass out, I came, filling his ass as he wanted.

	The slaves continued on. More men came in.  They came in and fucked
and left.  They were blown and plowed and serviced in every way a man
wants. The sexual temperature had long since grown to boiling but the boys
stoked the fire for quite a long time.  Surprisingly, it had not been an
orgy there but after 2 am, when men retreated back to Cayo for the after
party, it was.  Everywhere.  On the sundeck, by the pool, two knots of men
in the outdoor jacuzzi, another in the indoor, in the video lounge.  Every
man that came over fell into a group, fucking and sucking, in the open and
in public.  The slave boys separated, by unspoken agreement going to
different places to stir the coals.  Cole and I were on the sundeck with a
group of about 10 other men.


	There is more to the event than naked parties, of course.  We went
stand up paddle boarding and went to the leather store - I bought Cole a
leather jock strap - and did some other retail therapy.  But the thing he
was eager for would happen at the end, well really just after the end.
This thing wasn't advertised.  It was ritual.  Lance, the local priest,
decided that Cole would be our ritual sacrifice: his own nephew after
all. conceived on a altar in back of the Tool Factory.  Cole was excited,
so much so that he had trouble not being hard. Just before midnight, I went
with him downstairs to the dorm style showers between the gym and the
indoor jacuzzi.  He showered himself down.  Still dripping, we headed
upstairs to the video lounge.  There was a guy guarding the door but he let
us in with out a word.

	The dark area opposite the video lounge was alive with the light of
candles.  It was packed to overflowing with men. For this time, it would
all men.  No women.  Men outnumber women anyway in our ranks but usually
for a sacrificial ritual it is not segregated by gender.  I take it that
rituals here are.  Cole walked in, still wet and moved to the center of the
space.

	"Our Great and Ineffable God, the bringer of light, our touchstone
of enlightenment and freedom, this one child of yours, born and bred into
your service, offers himself to you and to this company.  O, great and
worthy master, take this sacrifice, may he be worthy of you and may he show
us all the way toward a more perfect understanding of you.  We beg you for
your blessing, the one true morning star."

	Lance handed him a chalice with wine and Cole took it.  He drained
it and returned it to Lance.

	"Are you prepared?" Lance asked.

	"I am" Cole answered.

	"This one belongs to you.  He is a true servant of our God and
Master.  His body is given over to the use of others as an example that
through the Morning Star, there is freedom, there is pleasure, there is
enlightenment.  He is to be used for your pleasure now"

	They took him into the other room.  Cole laid down, supine and his
legs up, on the platform in the middle.  Gay porn played on the monitors
above but that is no affront.  The other slave boys were there to take his
place if it got to be too much.  YOu could barely move because there was
male flesh crammed into every spare inch.  More waited outside.  Every dick
would go into a hole.  There was a man behind him and a man in front.
There were men stroking themselves watching.  You could hear the sounds of
the bodies coming together, men slapping the ass of one doing the fucking.
Cole was drapped over the bunch, taking it in the ass and dishing it out
with his tongue.

	There were men of all kinds but in general they had a hard edge to
them.  The younger ones were tattooed and, some of those were amateur
efforts or prison tats. The belief system of those of us who worship this
way make us prone to arrest.  Serving our master means furthering the sins
of the flesh, the pleasures of vice. There were drug dealers here, men who
fence stolen property, pornographers, bar owners like me, and the like.
Hard edged and horny.

	You have to cum on him, not in him.  He is baptized in semen.  More
men have taken their place. The ones spent have moved outside and are
taking wine.  The other slaves -- Jaden, the black boy and the bearded one
-- can't help themselves.  They are on their knees sucking.  I think in not
very long, they will find a way to take it in the ass too.

	A man goes to fuck Cole.  He is lean, muscular, with hard eyes, and
covered in tribal band tattooes, all over him, down into his pubic area and
even his dick is tattooed.  He rams it in and fucks Cole hard. I am hard
watching some a beautiful and fearsome man ravage my little lover.  Finn
steps beside me.

	"When you left and took him, that'w where I was" he said

	I look at him.  "You're welcome"

	"Priests and Guardians think they are at the apex of service but we
are the truest reflection of our Master.  What if I were to tell you that a
priest in LA has a boy, a 10 year old, that needs to be trained, would you
be willing to take him and trade Cole?"

	"Of course"

	"Lance can work it out" he said.  "Go fuck him one last time.  Fuck
him for our Master, the God of pleasure."




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