Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2020 09:40:59 -0500
From: Alan Oh <oha2564@gmail.com>
Subject: Steve Visits the Islands - Part 12 - Last Night in Paradise

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Steve Visits the Islands

Chapter Twelve - Last Night in Paradise

...Stefan waited for Miguel to arrive and Steve went back into the bedroom
to get high and make a few phone calls. Dante was disappointed, but he knew
that he'd have a new client soon and Steve would be but a memory. Steve
wondered if he'd lost his mind, picking up a german tourist, turning him
into a pet, and now trying to smuggle him into the USA. "Holy crap!" he
said aloud. "I have no idea where all this is headed, but I am so glad to
be on this crazy ride."...


Steve's assistant called later in the evening to tell him what arrangements
he was able to make for the return trip. They would remain on the island
one more day. Steve went out on the patio and Stefan followed him. Steve
sat and loaded a pipe. He took two hits and offered it to Stefan, who also
took two hits. "Stefan, I want to talk about how our relationship
functions. I really don't want a slave boy 24/7 attending to me. I like
that in the bedroom, but I want more of a partner in life. Does that make
sense?"


"Yes sir," Stefan answered. "I get it and it sounds like what we both want,
sir. All I ask is that you keep me groomed and that you let me be your
servant in bed."


"That sounds perfect," Steve said. "I'm looking forward to giving this a
try. I want you to be you. I'll be sure you have whatever you need to
operate your business. We'll figure out the legal shit if we find this
works out as good as we'd like."


Steve decided they needed to go out. He called for Miguel and he and Stefan
went to get ready. Steve put on a pair of tight leather shorts and a muscle
shirt with several strategic holes ripped in it. Stefan put on a black
piggy crop top and black lace panties, Steve did not allow him to wear
anything else but his dog collar and a set of nipple clamps whose chain
hung down below the edge of the crop top. It was a great way to keep him in
line by pulling his clamped tits. Miguel arrived and Steve told him to take
them back to El Fuego for the evening.


Steve walked into the club with his pet piggy in tow. They walked into the
bar area and Steve stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink. He told his
pig boy to sit on the floor next to his stool. Steve kept a tight hold on
Stefan's leash. Steve looked around the room and saw lots of prime beef in
the room, that meant plenty of prime cock to suck. He wanted his piggy to
fill up and he wanted to share in a whole lot of cum facials.


A number of men came to check the duo out and several stopped to chat a
bit. This was casual foreplay leading to lustful liaisons in one of the
many pleasurable rooms in the palace. Steve's ripped shirt didn't stay on
long. Men had been ripping the holes larger and reaching for Steve's hairy
chest inside. It wasn't long before the shirt was ripped to shreds and
dumped in a heap on the floor. Steve stood out in his leather shorts
wrapped around his package and nothing to hide his muscled, firm, hairy
chest and hard biceps and defined abs. His long wavy hair flowed onto his
shoulders.


After three shots of pricey tequila, Steve pulled Stefan to his feet and
led him onto the dance floor. He looped his leash around a pole and told
his piggy to stay put. Piggy stood there with his eyes cast down at the
floor and obeyed his master. Steve moved around the floor, dancing with or
without partners, rapidly developing a sweat that matted his hair and made
his body glisten in the light. Steve pulled a popper out of his pocket and
drew heavily into both nostrils. His dancing grew more sensual and he
started to grope bulging crotches. Men began to unsheath their hardening
swords and Steve proceeded to kneel on the dance floor and suck every cock
placed into his mouth. Just as a man was ready to cum, Steve pulled off and
begged the men to shower him with their hot cum. Before long, Steve had cum
dripping down his face and hanging in his chest hair. At least ten hot men
had dumped their loads on Steve's hot sweaty body.


Steve grabbed Stefan's leash and took a swing by the bar for two more
tequila shots. While he was standing there, a guy offered to share a joint
with him. Steve agreed and told his piggy to service the man. Stefan opened
the man's pants and pulled out a long, fat uncut cock. "Drop your panties,
piggy," ordered Steve. Stefan obeyed. Steve took a cock in each hand and
admired their uncut foreskins. He rubbed the foreskin between two fingers
and pulled each hood over to hide the purple heads. Steve bent over and
licked both tips and chewed on each foreskin. Then he pulled the two cocks
together tip to tip and rolled the foreskin of one onto the tip of the
other. He pulled the foreskin open and docked the other man's cock tip
inside the chinese finger trap of foreskin. With the two cocks docked at
the tip, Steve slurped from one cock root across the dock to the other cock
root. Precum started to leak out around the edges of the men's foreskin and
Steve licked it up. He stood up and told the pig boy to finish the job and
get the guy off. Steve and the man continued to pass the fat joint until it
was gone. When the man was ready to cum, he pulled his cock out of Stefan's
mouth and sprayed his load in a cum facial on the piggy's face and chest.


Steve led Stefan upstairs into the large darkened room where men groped
each other in the dark. He walked his pet pig over to a pole in the middle
of the room and told Stefan to kneel down with his back to the pole. Then
Steve tied his arms behind him so he couldn't get up and move. Then Steve
resumed groping around the room. Men moving around the room would run into
Stefan or trip over him and he just knelt there with his mouth open. A line
started to form and Stefan's mouth and face became the repository for the
hot sticky cum from a dozen men. Meanwhile, Steve searched for hairless men
to caress and fondle. He dipped his cock into a few hungry asses, but he
held onto his release. A couple guys shot more cum onto his chest and he
took a few cocks up the ass. Over a period of time, Steve and Stefan had
sucked, licked, slurped, and swallowed enough cum to re-populate a small
country.


Steve untied Stefan and led him into the next room and went to one of the
padded platforms. Steve got on the platform on all fours and told piggy boy
to eat his ass and suck all the cum out. Stefan dove in eagerly, slurping
Steve's asshole and probing with his tongue. He sucked so hard that cum
started to flow out of Steve's ass and Stefan had to slurp fast to keep
up. When he finished, Stefan crawled onto the platform next to Steve and
took Steve's dripping cock into his mouth. The piggy boy serviced Steve's
man meat until Steve pulled out and sprayed Stefan with a cum facial.


The two men lay next to each other for a while and seemed not to notice the
other men milling around the club. Steve whispered to Stefan, "I'm ready to
go, my pet. Are you?"


Stefan nodded sheepishly. "I'm tired of sharing you, sir."


Steve texted Miguel to bring the car to the front door. He and Stefan
walked through the club, covered in cum and sweat, and went straight to the
front door. Without looking back, the two men left and took the long ride
home.


Miguel dropped them off at Steve's bungalow. They walked in and immediately
stripped down to their cum-covered birthday suits. Steve said, "C'mon," and
ran out the patio door and down the path toward the beach. It was very
late, but the moon was full and it was easy to see the path. Stefan ran to
keep up, but he couldn't catch Steve. When the path opened onto the beach,
Steve ran toward the water, his cock and balls bobbing in the
moonlight. Stefan followed and they both dove into the gentle surf. The two
splashed and played in the water, rubbing and groping each other, and
rough-housing like teenage boys. They came out of the water and collapsed
onto the beach, letting the surf wash over their legs as they lay in the
moonlight. Steve rolled on top of Stefan and kissed him in a "From Here to
Eternity" sort of way, rolling in the surf, locked in their embrace.


It was very late and the men got up from the sand and walked hand-in-hand
back to the bungalow. They stopped at the outdoor shower to rinse off the
sand and sea water. Then they went into the bedroom and fell onto the bed,
wrapped in each other's arms.


"Sir, you have helped me to realize so many things these past few days,"
Stefan began. "Seeing my shaved body tells me I need to get back in the gym
and shape up. I want to look as good as you, without all the hair. You
showed me that I can be who I really am without hiding in a loveless
marriage. I learned I could be proud of myself, even while acting as a
subservient. I realized that love at first sight really does happen and I
can prove it."


Stefan nuzzled himself into Steve's chest and the two fell asleep in each
other's arms.


The next morning, Dante woke the two with fresh coffee and scones in
bed. The men went to shower and Stefan asked Steve to do some touch-up
shaving so his body would be stubble free for the trip to America. Dante
joined them in the shower and offered his ass to Steve for a morning
fuck. Steve obliged, bending Dante at the waste and plowing his hard cock
into Dante's well-used asshole. While he was being fucked, Dante took
Stefan's cock into his mouth and swallowed it. The spit-roasting continued
until both men and deposited their warm seed into Dante's ass and
mouth. They all showered again and toweled off.


Dante retrieved Steve's luggage and started packing for him. Stefan
gathered his few belongings and stuffed them into the duffel bag Miguel had
brought from his hotel. He received a nasty text from his wife. She told
him she knew he was a fag all along and couldn't believe he chose their
vacation and a chicken-shit "Dear Jane" letter to start his new life as a
pervert. Meanwhile, Stefan contacted a friend of his in Germany who agreed
to go to Stefan's house and collect his belongings and ship them to
America. By the time his wife got home, all of his things would be gone and
they would leave it to the lawyers to sort it out.


The packing was done and Miguel had arrived. He took the baggage and loaded
it into the car. Steve and Stefan had clothes on, though very little.
Stefan wore his dog collar, crop top, and lace panties. Steve wore a nice
pair of slacks and a button-up shirt. He walked through the bungalow to be
sure he got everything. He embraced Dante's hot, naked body and thanked him
for a lovely vacation. He had intended to stay two weeks, but he discovered
what he needed and now he was taking his prize "to go." Steve led his new
pet to the car and they rode off to the private airfield where his jet was
waiting to take them home.

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END CHAPTER ELEVEN

I hope you are enjoying this storyline. It could be a very long, hot
vacation for Steve. I'm anxious to see what happens next and what pops up
for Steve. Let me know if you like the story. Suggestions are also
welcome. Thanks, Alan.

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