Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 01:28:59 -0500
From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ecstasy Isle Epilogue

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

EPILOGUE

Darin Antonio Romeo handed the day-old Miami Herald front page section to
Mike, as they relaxed on the bridge of Zac's new boat, the Zee Ray. Zac
had, last year, sold his old boat to Josh and Mike's dad, Matt, before
plowing something like five million bucks into his current 175-foot
floating palace.  Darin was the new captain, Mike his first mate. They were
just a few minutes short of landing at the South Beach marina where they
would easily become the biggest yacht to ever grace their docks.

It had been ten years since Darin had seen the familiar skyline of Miami
and his first time ever in South Beach. A lot had changed. Even more had
changed aboard the Zee Ray (Zac explained that was what came after X-ray,
though the logic in his name choice had always eluded Darin).

Mike read the headline: "MIAMI FINANCIER AND WIFE KILLED IN PLANE CRASH."
"So," Mike gazed up blankly at the dark-haired man he loved.

"Read on," Darin instructed as he deftly guided the big boat toward the
marina.

"Jason Cox, CEO of Cox International, and his wife, Lisa, were killed
instantly last night as their jet attempted to land in Nassau amid a
violent thunderstorm. Also killed was the pilot of the plane, Terry Tunis
and an unnamed flight attendant. The investigation is still ongoing but
eyewitnesses say the plane missed the end of the runway by several hundred
feet and plowed into the surf before coming to rest in a huge fireball amid
several fishing boats lining the shore." Mike looked up at Darin once more.
"You know this guy?"

"I didn't but Kevin did." Darin told him

"Kevin?  Ohhh...Kevin..." It had been several years since Mike had heard
that name even mentioned.

"I knew his wife too, and the pilot," Darin added.  He smiled. "In fact,
I've fucked them all...or Kevin did anyway."

Mike read on silently. "Geesh, this guy was a fuckin' BILLIONAIRE, several
times over it would seem."

"Yeah, you know those pills we take that make it so we can cum ten times in
one night?" Darin eyed his 21-year-old lover. "One of his companies makes
them."

"Duranol?  Really?"  Mike's eyes grew wide, "FUCK...!"

Darin took a deep breath then exhaled sharply. "Kevin was one of the guinea
pigs for that little number when they were testing it."

"You know his kids mentioned here, Colton Cox and...and..." Mike searched
for the other name, "...uhhh...Tina...Tina Marie Cox?"

"Hmmmm...she never remarried?" Darin reacted in surprise.

"You fucked both of them too?" Mike laughed.

"Well, yeah, actually I MARRIED them," Darin laughed, easily out-laughing
Mike.

"You WHAT?" Mike cried in surprise and more laughter.

"Well, Kevin did...it was HER idea...on the beach...her dad conducted the
ceremony, then we fucked the shit outta each other right there in the sand
while all the guest circled around and jacked off, shooting cum all over
us." Darin related.

"You're shittin' me!" Mike laughed in disbelief.

"Here, take the wheel," Darin told Mike suddenly, "I'll be back in a
second." Then he dashed down the steps to the spacious cabin they shared.

"Where ya goin? Hey, I can't dock this stupid tub by myself!" Mike called
after him in surprise and dismay. "We'll end up criss-cross on the fuckin'
MacArther Causeway!"

True to his word, Darin was back a few seconds later, an envelop in his
hand.  He handed it to Mike as he retook the helm. "Check it out," he
smiled.

Mike opened the unsealed legal size envelope. "What's this?"

"What's it look like?"

"Looks like some kind of fancy legal doc...holy shit, a marriage license?"
Mike's eyes popped as he inspected the ornate certificate.  "Colt
Cox...Tina Cox...signed by Jason Cox, witnessed by Lisa Cox, Zac and...my
god, Justin too!!"

"Yep." Darin said smugly as they drew near the marina docks. "You better
get down there an handle the lines," he ordered as Mike handed him back the
document.

"Uhhh...right," Mike looked about him, having not realized how close they
were to their moorings.

From the pier, Zac stood waving up at them as he proudly watched his
multi-million-dollar plaything ease up and barely kiss the docks, which
he'd paid a pretty penny to have installed so the marina could handle such
a big boat. He jumped aboard even before the gangplank was in place.  Darin
was now down on deck, helping Matt tie up the huge watercraft. "Captain,"
he addressed Darin, "it's been a while, great to see ya again," he hugged
Darin, then Mike.

"Welcome aboard," Darin greeted him with unnecessary formality, "how's
everything in the good ole U S of A?"

"Hey, that's right, this is the first time you've been back since..."  Zac
stopped, reluctant to dredge up the past at such a moment.

"Ten years..." Darin finished his thought as they headed inside to the
grand salon.  "I was twelve..."

"Yes..." Zac said slowly as they stood gazing about them at the lavish
decor he'd paid handsomely for and still found somewhat overwhelming to
contemplate.

"Show him the paper," Mike joined them, still excited about the revelation
Darin had dropped on him just a few minutes before.

Darin smiled, "I rather believe he's already seen it."

"What paper?" Zac questioned as they sat down amid the plush accouterments.

Darin took the envelope from his pocket and silently handed it to Zac.

Zac looked it over and handed it back to Darin. "I take it you've read the
papers..."

"I saw it just before we left Nassau," Darin eyed his boss seriously.
Neither of them found the document as hilarious as Mike had.

"Well, I guess that makes it safer for BOTH of us being back here now," Zac
noted.

Mike looked at both of them questioningly, "Safer?"

"Mike, it's a long story and we both felt the less you knew about it the
better off you'd be," Zac began. "I don't know how much Darin has told you
but..."

"He said he was MARRIED to..."

"Yes...quite a...extraordinary situation but as Darin's little...'souvenir'
there attests, all quite legal," Zac explained. Then, turning to Darin once
more, "You going to his funeral...memorial service...it's this evening,
right here in Miami Beach?"

"You kidding?" Darin eyed him in shock and dismay as he pondered Zac's
words.

"No," Zac replied.  "I'll go with you...I'm an old family friend...it's
expected of me to be there.  I thought maybe you'd like to renew...old
family acquaintences." D

arin unsuccessfully tried suppressing a quick burst of laughter.

"What?" Zac asked, surprised somewhat at Darin's reaction.

"I suppose you can't wait to see the look on their faces when they wanna
know who that handsome Latino you're with might be." Darin suggested.

Zac smiled. "Well..."

"Would it be...you know...safe?" Darin asked, his own smile fading.

Zac shrugged.  "Depends on your definition of 'safe,' I guess.  I rather
doubt you'd be in any PHYSICAL danger, Colt may be a rather dumbassed
fucker, but he's no Jason Cox.  As for Tina...other than the danger of
maybe getting RAPED..."

Darin contemplated the word..."Raped"...recalling some of the wildest sex
of any brand he'd ever enjoyed in his entire life. "You think the funeral
home might have a private room for such things?"

"Hotel," Zac corrected. "I wouldn't be surprised."

"Hotel?

"The Fountainbleu...the ballroom...apparently a rather tastelessly
extravagant affair," Zac detailed.  "Uhhh...let me see that paper again?"

Darin handed his "souvenir" back to Zac who once more read it over,
inspecting it carefully.  "Mind if I keep this for a while?"

Darin shrugged, "It's not legal here in the United States, is it?"

Zac took a deep breath, folding the paper back into its envelope and
lodging it in the inside pocket of his jacket.  "Probably not, but...its
mere existence in OUR hands might tend to make it quite VALUABLE in any
case."


The crowd was huge, the ballroom packed--standing room only.  Darin,
dressed in a respectable navy suit, followed the somewhat more dapper Zac
to reserved seats directly behind those of the immediate family and a few
friends.  For the most part, Darin could see just the backs of their heads
with only occassionally the briefest glimpse of a face in profile. Tina he
would have recognized anywhere. Colt's face was familiar now only because
of the circumstances. Darin struggled to put names to the other faces, men
whom he guessed might be former members of the "harem," but it was
difficult to be sure. None of them noticed, much less recognized him in the
crowd.

"You enjoying this?" Zac whispered as he nudged Darin with his elbow.

"Not particularly," Darin confided.

Zac smiled, "Hang in there, it's going to be a long night."

"Whadya mean?" Darin whisperedd back.

"You'll see," Zac teased him as the services ended and everyone stood to
leave. "We'll just hang loose till everyone leaves," Zac instructed.

It was a long night. "Everyone" entailed a lot of people. Jason Cox was a
very rich man and had a lot of friends.  Moreover, he had a lot of enemies
as well, and perhaps half the people there yearned to peek inside the
closed casket to make sure the fucker really WAS dead. They'd have been
disappointed. Both caskets were empty, mere props from a local funeral
home, the charred remains of the plane wreck victims having been quietly
buried that morning in Nassau.

Zac positioned them near the end of the receiving line next to the two
identical bronze caskets as Colt and Tina accepted the "heartfelt"
condolences of those present.

"Zac..." Tina gushed as she hugged him, then kissed him lovingly on the
cheek, gnuine tears in her eyes for the first time that night. Black did
not become her.

"Zac..." Colt shook hands with their old family friend with far less
emotion than his older sister.

"Good evening," Darin followed Zac extending his hand to Tina.

"Tina, you remember...Zac began.

"Kevin..." Tina gasped softly then collapsed to the floor.

"Tina!" Colt reacted, awkwardly trying to help his sister to her feet. He
and Zac knelt beside her, attempting to revive her.

Darin hadn't known quite what to expect but he HADN'T expected this. He
wanted to just disappear and considered briefly bolting, running headlong
from the room.

Tina recovered, helped by Zac to a nearby chair.

"Kevin?"  Colt reached out touching Darin's face, his fingers brushing
Darin's neatly trimmed black moustach.

"Hello, Colt," Kevin confirmed his identity.

"My Godddddd..." Colt reacted.

For a moment Darin thought Colt might faint too.

"Funerals are great places to renew old acquaintences," Zac told them as
Colt found it the better part of wisdom to seat himself as well.

"But...but...you're dead..." Tina struggled to wrap her mind around Kevin's
living, breathing presence.

"Not yet...but...one of these days, I guess," Darin relented.

"But how...we thought you were..." Colt questioned in a mixture of surprise
and dismay perhaps tinged with just a touch of anger.

"Justin and I...we...'rescued' him..." Zac put it politely.

"Helped me ESCAPE..." Darin put it less so.

"Darin's the captin of my new boat," Zac informed them.

"Yes, we saw it over at the marina as we were coming in from the airport,"
Colt noted.

"Yes, well, it's pretty hard to miss, I guess," Zac admitted proudly. "Oh,
by the way, Justin and I also rescued THIS before we left the island," Zac
said a he pulled from his pocket the "souvenir."  He handed it to Tina. She
looked at it briefly and handed it to Colt.

"So?" Colt eyed Zac suspiciously.

"I believe, according to the papers you two are your father's sole heirs
now," Zac detonated the bomb concealed in the document. "That would
make...'Kevin' as your spouse...well, if not quite an heir, at least a
rather wealthy young man."

Tina gulped. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKIN' KIDDING!"  Her words loud enough to
startle the last few remaining mourners in the back of the room.

Zac turned, motioning to a gray-suited man, whom Darin had not before
noticed, leaning against the wall nearby. He quickly joined them. "This is
Marco Gonzales of Gonzales, Simons, Greenburg and Hollowitz, maybe you've
heard of them?"

Colt was dumbfounded. "You're going to PRESS this?"

Zac's lawyer took the original marriage certificate from Colt's hand and
pocketed it, producing two copies which he served to the statled
siblings. "One-hundred and twenty-two BILLION is a lot of money," he told
them simply.

"WHAT?" Tina reacted. It was the first time she'd ever heard such a massive
figure applied to her father's holdings.

"Give or take a billion or two," the man added, suppressing a smile.

"Zac you fuckin' ASSHOLE!" Colt reacted, again stirring up murmurs of
curiosity in the back of the room.

"Uhh...it's getting late, if you'll excuse us now, we'll be setting sail
early tomorrow, we really do have to get back to the boat," Zac delivered
his well-rehearsed exit line as he and Darin backed off, leaving
Mr. Gonzales to handle the fireworks.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!"  Colt blasted him.

"I'm really sorry about your mother...and your father, they were..." Zac
tried to relay his condolences as sincerely as had everyone else that
night.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!" Tina added her billion-dollars worth of outrage as
Zac and Darin headed for the doors, those remaining staring at them in
curiosity.

"I think we just ruined their funeral," Zac told Darin softly as they left
the hotel.


The next morning, Darin and Mike lay naked in one another's arms, their
cocks still hard from a late night series of Duranol orgasms which left
them both layered in dried cum. There was a tap on their cabin door.
"Darin, it's Zac..."

Darin struggled to disentangle himself from Mike's clinging limbs,
staggering nakedly across the dimly lit room toward the door. The clock on
the bedside stand glowed 6:23 a.m. He opened the door, "Whaaaa...?"

"Sorry to wake you so early but there's a rather urgent matter we need to
discuss," Zac eyed Darin's naked body and disheveled appearance.  "God,
ain't you a sight for sore eyes?"

"Can it wait till I shower and dress?" Darin reacted sleepily.

"Well, no, but it looks like that might be a good idea," Zac allowed.
"We'll be up in the main dining salon."

Darin closed the door and gazed around the room.  Mike lay snoring in their
bed.  Cautiously he picked his way across the carpeted floor strewn with
clothes, shoes, and pornographic DVDs, trying hard not to step on any of
them.  In their bathroom he adjusted the shower and stepped inside the
spacious plate glass enclosure, luxuriating under the tingling spray, his
cock hardening as he cleansed himself of their mingled semon.

Ten minutes later, clad in white shorts, shoes, and shirt, Darin stepped
into the dining salon where Zac sat nursing a carafe of black coffee next
to his lawyer, Marco Gonzales, whom Darin recalled from the night before.

"Coffee?" Zac offered?

"Yeah, black," Darin accepted.

"You remember Mark..."  Zac began

"Mark..." Darin nodded. It was much to early for small talk.

"Mark just came aboard, he's been up all night with our dear friends the
Coxes..." Zac continued.

"Mostly our dear friends from the legal department of Cox International,
truth be told," Mark Gonzales corrected with a slight accent Darin thought
sounded a bit Cuban.

"And..." Zac questioned.

"Well, it wasn't pretty," Mark confided.  "Colton Cox is every bit the
fuckin' bastard his father was."

"You knew Jason?" Darin reacted in surprise.

"I'd met him once or twice," Mark confided, "our law firm has crossed
swords with them on more than one occassion."

"The marriage legal?" Darin asked.

Mark snorted in laughter.  "Of course not, not in THIS country. That
question never even came up.  However, in the Bahamas, strangely enough,
the marriage laws there are much more vague.  In fact, there IS no law
against bigamy...and oversight no doubt but..."

"But it's not a Bahamian court document..." Zac pointed out.

"Precisely," Mark acknowledged, "which is why the Cox crew was even talking
to us."

"Whadya mean?" Darin questioned.

"Cox International is, in fact, as the name suggests, an international
entity, not quite on the level of a soverign state but having some of the
same legal attributes, and this so called...uhhh...Ecstasy Island is their
prime real estate, their homeland, so to speak. Not to mention the fact
that they'd kind of like to keep it and all the sordid activities of its
native population under wraps, especially since it may take months, maybe
years to settle the estate. As I said last night, $122 billion is a lot of
money."

"Is it really all that much, Tina seemed shocked when you mentioned that
figure last night," Zac inquired.

"Well, that's yet to be determined and fluctuates wildly along with the
stock market each hour of the day," Mark admitted, "but yes, that's a fair
ballpark figure."

"Let's see, one third of $122 billion would be..." Darin tried calculating
in his head.

"Don't be rediculous," Mark shot him down instantly.  "We have them sort of
between a rock and a hard place but neither the rock NOR the hard place are
THAT hard."

"So, what did they offer?" Zac cut to the chase.

"You're not going to believe this..." Mark cautioned.

"How much," Darin asked anxiously.

"They want you to come back to Ecstasy Island and...fulfill your duties as
their...spouse...I guess that's the word," Mark dropped the bombshell."

Darin sat dumbfounded.

"WHAT?" Zac bellowed in disbelief.

"My reaction precisely, though a few decibels less than yours," Mark told
them.

"Huh..." Darin reacted, a smile of disbelief crossing his handsome "latino"
face.

"Okay, before you dismiss this out of hand, it's my duty to tell you that
under such circumstances, the marriage certificate WOULD be legal and
binding, and technically..." Mark paused for affect, "the three of you
would OWN controling interest in Cox International...you'd be a
billionaire...err...several times over, in fact."

Kevin laughed softly, resting his head in his hands, shaking it in
disbelief as the other two men at the table eyed him carefully, trying to
guage his reaction.

"Darin...?" Zac said his name, the silence making him uncomfortable.

"Hi, what's happening?"  It was Mike, suddenly breaking in, greeting them,
looking about at the strange expressions on everyone's faces.

Darin stood suddenly, reaching out, pulling the rather startled young man
into his arms, kissing him. "Tell them, no."

Zac smiled, taking a long sip of his lukewarm coffee.

"No?" Mike repeated Darin's words without understanding.

"This is my billion dollars," Darin kissed Mike again, longer this time.

"Thanks but all I got on me at the moment is $6.92," Mike took him
literally, not knowing exactly what else to do.

"You realize what you're casting away," Mark repeated, seeking to make sure
Darin understood.

"I realize what I WOULD BE casting away," Darin informed him as he and Mike
unclung to one another.

"Mike's a lucky man," Zac came around the table, hugging both of them
warmly. "You both are. Mr. Gonzales you know what to do?"

"I think so," Mark nodded, also standing. "You people going to be leaving
town?"

"Soon as you inform the guy at the marina," Zac told him.  "Mike, Darin,
let's move this tub."


The next afternoon when the Zee Ray arrived in Nassau, to Darin's surprise,
Mr. Gonzales of Gonzales, Simons, Greenburg, and Hollowitz was waiting for
them on the dock.

"Man, you get around," Zac greeted Mark as he came aboard, "I thought we
ditch you in South Beach."

Mark smiled, "Yeah, but I had a little something to deliver that couldn't
wait."

"If you'd said something, you could have come along, saved yourself plane
fare," Darin suggested in greeting the man.

"Yes, well, that would have been impossible. If you'll recall, I had a bit
of unfinished business with Cox International...?" Mark reminded him.

"You have something to deliver?" Zac questioned.

Mark reached into his pocket and withdrew a small, thin black book.  He
handed it to Darin.  "A little token of their esteem from your friends at
Cox."

The front of the leatherette book was engraved in gold with the name
"Barclay." "Who's Barclay?" Darin looked up questioningly.

"Open it," Mark urged.

Inside, most of the pages were blank, though filled with pale red and blue
ruled lines.  On the first page was the name, Darin Antonio Romeo, and a
long, ten-digit number.  On the next page was another number, a mere seven
digits, but enough to make Darin's eyes pop. "Six-million dollars?"

"I asked for sixty but...sorry I couldn't get you more." Mark appologized.

Zac grabbed the tiny book from Darin's hands and inspected it.  "You're
kidding, how'd you get...?"

"I called a press conference," Mark said simply.  "They called in a
panic. An hour later, after a lot of name-calling and language I haven't
heard since the streets of Little Havana, they made an electronic transfer
to this account in the Caymans. I surrendered the...'souvenir'...then
cancelled the press conference.  Simple as that."

"You blackmailing son-of-a-fucking-gun," Zack laughed uproarously hugging
him, pounding him on the back.

"I'm rich?" Darin reacted softly, taking back his bank book and inspecting
it inside and out, somewhat dismayed at the modest simplicity of seeing
what six-million dollars looked like.

"Well, I wouldn't go looking to buy your own yacht," Zac cautioned, hugging
him, "but, yes, I guess, in a manner of speaking, you could say that.

"So, Mr. Romeo, what are you going to do with all your new-found wealth?"
Mark asked in bemusement.

Darin shrugged.  "Maybe I'll just frame this and hang in on the wall so
everyone can see how fuckin' RICH I am!"

Mark laughed, "might as well, that book's not worth much it's that number
under your name in the front that's the key; maybe you'd better memorize
that as your first item of business now that you're a millionaire."

Darin turned back to the first page and read aloud, "127-334-896-5."  He
repeated it as he slowly waundered off to go tell Mike, "127-334-896-5,
127-334-896-5, 127-334-896-5, 127-334-896-5..."