Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:39:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rover
Subject: Borit Island Boys -chapter 2

Email memorandum-

From- David Nichols- Atty

To-Stephanie Crabgrass- head paralegal

Steph-

Unfortunately my dear Aunt Judy's operation did not go well. I am going to
be forced to stay another week. Please advise Cindy in the Secretary's
office to finish the discovery on the Jonston case the Kryler case. I am
trying to make the best of it and will be back no later than next Monday.

David

("Dear aunt Judy my ass", Stephanie was heard to mutter to the "girls" over
coffee the next day. "Bet he is flouncing with some floozy over Vegas
way".)

News Flash

From- AUP reporter Gary Reamer

In a news conference today, King Chan du Alba, the totalitarian ruler of
this idyllic island nation touted the success of his "economic reform"
measures. Citing information on a series of charts the jovial King claimed
that the exploding tourism on this formerly nearly unknown island was a
direct result of his "modernistic views".

"Prior to my upgrade of our civil law only the occasional adventure seeker
came here" the ruler stated, "Now we are leading the Pacific nations in
tourism growth."

He also cited evidence from the Borit Police Department that showed an
actual decrease is sex related arrests.

>From the only remaining office of the Borit Democratic Party office
spokesperson Jenny Waters gave this terse response. "how can there be any
arrests when everything here is legal?, she sputtered. "And have you seen
those new videos put out? How about this one titled "Sexy Borit Cop Bangs
the Boys, or "Borit Dungeon Slave?" Any questions now as to why there are
no arrests?"

Outside information seems to confirm the Kings data with a substantial
increase in air traffic.  The government of Thailand has issued a protest
to the United Nations citing a slow down of visitors there. "Bangkok is
suffering" a spokesperson said. A bill has been introduced in the Thailand
parliament to lower the prostitution age there to match that of Borit
Island. "We must defend our economy at all costs" the spokesperson
concluded.


                                                                Borit Sands
Resort

All guests are invited for an afternoon of entertainment for the premiere
of our new show. "A Pirates Life". We will be featuring our all new state
of the art High Definition camera system. 3 pm at the theater building.

See you there!


David stirred on the big comfortable bed and opened his eyes. It was nearly
10 am, early for this resort lifestyle he was to learn. Little Aldrin was
curled up with him naked and sleeping heavily. Across the bed his buddy
Jeff was snoring softly with Sasha nearby. As the sleep cleared, David
shook his head. Wow what a night! What started out with what he thought was
the ultimate pleasure-fest with the fucking of the little cherry Aldrin
turned into a full night of erotic pleasure. After recovering from that
first experience Sasha had literally begged him for a turn. His expert
mouth had rejuvenated the man and his huge cock was soon inside Sashas
willing little hole. Jeff had wasted little time taking his turn with the
beginner Aldrin. "A little rough, aren't ya" David had quipped as his
friend rode the boy. The only answer was Jeff's furious grunts as he
climaxed in the previously virgin hole.

David had finished the night, by then early morning, by teaching the tired
boy how to lick his limp manhood. With a few hours of coaxing and several
loads, the first sending the boy gagging and the men laughing, he was as
close to an expert as any 6 year old could be.

David gently awoke the sleeping boy. He could use another lollipop lick
before breakfast.

Roger was in his office early. It was a big day for him and the Borit
Sands. As manager he had a lot of duties and the one he enjoyed the most
was the directing of the stage shows. It was the actor in him, perhaps left
over from his stint as King Arthur on their high school drama class, that
let him to go a bit overboard on these stage performances. No simple strip
show for him. No sir. Something with a bit of class. Well as much class as
a quadruple x show could muster anyway. The head office had thrown a fit
over the expense of the HD system and had even sent a rep to watch the
opening of the new show. It would be a very stressful day, especially if
the show went array.

He sighed again. It would help if it hadn't been so damn busy last
night. He looked at the dispatch sheet for the night. aside from the usual
food orders it was-

12:10 Rm 31 requests new PRM (personal room assistant.) Current one
uncooperative

12:12 Rm 22 requests Viagra

12:14 Rm 2 requests rubber toy collection. Deposit added to rm

12:16 Rm 5 requests extra PRM Deposit added to rm

12:17 Rm 40 requests towels

12:19 Rm 12 requests Viagra and rubber double dong. Deposit added to rm

and on and on.

He glanced at his watch. The housekeepers would be starting soon. These
handsome teen boys were hardworking and of course helped the younger
personal room assistants as needed. Some days it took quite awhile to ge
the rooms cleaned. Plus it was almost time for the morning staff meeting as
well as the breakfast greetings. Then he really wanted to finalize the show
details. He was nervous about the show.

He strode into the dining hall and surveyed the scene. Handsome teen boys
in Borit Sands breech cloths hustled her and there. Fresh fruit was piled
high and the smell of pickled pork filled the air. The guests, usually in
beach gear lounged with their "boys" as they leisurely ate breakfast and
chatted. Peter, his handsome front desk clerk strode to a small podium and
greeted the guests.

"Welcome to another sun drenched day here at Borit Sands" he gushed. "I
hope you are finding your stay here satisfactory".

A round of applause and a few wolf whistles followed. He grinned.

"A reminder that our new show is at 3 pm. Do take the time from your
activities to join us. It promises to be a great show."

"Now" he continued, "it is time for our daily showing of new boys, fresh
from Borit City and ready to be new personal room assistants! First lets
have the boys come up that had their first experience as PRM's last night."

Three boys, including David's Aldrin shuffled sheepishly up to the
podium. All three walked a bit bow legged but with a purposful gait.

A burst of applause came from the audience as they slowly did a 360 showing
their rumps as they turned. One had a fresh trickle of cum leaking out,
showing a very recent "event". They grinned again and went back to their
tables.

A new group of 4 walked up, looking slightly bewildered. There was much
whooping and hollering as the men vied for the "fresh" batch. Jeff was
among the first up to the lineup, practically dragging a boy back to his
seat with David. David grinned at his friends enthusiasm. The boy wouldn't
be a virgin much after breakfast, that's for sure.

Roger returned to his office for one final review of the show. He had a
poster made of his "stars" to make it feel more Hollywood. Both had signed
the poster in big, bold cursive. Hope that they were that bold this
afternoon. He squinted at the photo of the boy in the shot. The one he had
picked. His star. Or, his embarrassment, depending on the show. He sighed
again. Those two had better come through, with the head office here and
all.

He remembered when he had first seen Philpa, the boy only last week. His
father had brought him in, like so many others making his case that his boy
be a "full timer", not a temp, like most of the boys. "He is very good boy"
the man wheedled. "Never fuck, not once". Ya. ya like he hadn't heard that
line before! He was a cute little imp, like so many of the others and met
the mini mun age of 6. The front desk weeded the younger or much older
out. There was something striking though, a brightness in his eyes, a
sharpness of wit. He gave the boy a second glance, cutting off the fathers
diatribe about the boys sick mother and how he needed money for an
operation and how the boy promised to do anything, just ask him. As if he
hadn't heard this all 100 times. Still there was something.

"So," Roger said abruptly, cutting off the father, "boy are you?"

The boy shook his head, bewildered.

"What I thought. Fathers idea." Changing the subject asked "can you sing?"

Phelpa, grinned and without ado broke into a beautiful version of
"Laughing".

"Hmm" Roger grumbled still not convinced. "Strip". With no response he
barked at the pimping father, geez asshole show me the goods.

The man, bowing belatedly at the glowering Roger, quickly stripped the boy
down so he stood naked in the brightly lit room. Roger, always the skeptic,
was pleased with what he saw. Still, he was taking no chances. IF this was
the boy for his new show idea he needed the perfect boy. His newly
installed High Definition system for close up shots would not stand for any
impurities, every crease or blemish would show 10 fold. Roger probed the
boys mouth, teeth and arms before closely examining his little chest and
nipple region. Putting him up on a table he slowly and carefully checked
his every area for a hidden mole or scar. His little hairless scrotum and
penis was especially thoroughly examined before finally a probing and
through look at the boys anus and soft ass cheeks. Roger nodded in
satisfaction at the roundness in the plump lobes missing in so many of
these Island boys.

He finally nodded, satisfied. Assured he had the perfect virgin boy for his
upcoming show. After a big opening night a little experience would add to
the show, he was sure but the show opener was important and he wanted him
inexperienced for the first showing. A risky maneuver, but the showman in
him wanted that extra element in his grand opening.

The rest of the week had been busy training him the best he could in
expressions, and body posture. Looks of surprise were practiced over and
over, looks of fear of joy and tears. The boy, Roger decided was indeed a
natural showman.

The last day had been utilized practicing with the final scene restrain
system, needed to keep the boy in position for the cameras. He hadn't
flinched and seemed to revel in hs role.

His co star had been flown in. Jon, a handsome lad of 21, he was of Danish
descent. Blonde haired and blue eyes, he had either been taking steroids of
been working out for most of the past 6 years. His biceps were huge and his
barrel chest enormous. He was an incredibility handsome young man with,
Roger was sure, a great future in the porn industry.

Back in their room, Jeff was in a rather pissy mood. "Shit", he grumbled,
"This new ones defective".  David looked over to see Jeffs engorged cock
slithering around on the squirming boys rump but not entering him.

"Geez", David said annoyed, "You are just too abrupt,its not a race to pop
his cherry. Here", he pointed to Aldrin "suck on Jeff for a bit while I
help out with Jeama, the new boy."

David slid the new boy over and smiled what he hoped would be a reassuring
smile. The boy smiled back, grateful for a respite from Jeff's crude jabs
at his buttocks. Softly he stroked the boys hair and chest, calming
him. His big hands slowly, magically worked their way down the boys
back. The boy giggled and relaxed. With care and gentleness he oiled and
massaged the boys little rump and slowly and with care started massaging
his inner butt hole. The boy sighed and relaxed some more. After 20 minutes
he had the boy loosened and relaxed enough to have first two then three
fingers inside his rump.

"Wana switch?" David asked softly. "He's ready and willing now."

"Hell", Jeff grumbled "I just shot into this fantastic mouth. You win
another first".

David grinned. He had seen his friend shoot hos load earlier. He knew
timing all right.

Slowly and with great care he slid the boy onto his lap. Sliding his
fingers out with a plop, his over-sized manhood was ready and easing in
before the boy realized that there was a change. Slowly, millimeter by
millimeter, his huge shaft slid into the gasping boy. He didn't try to
thrust at all, just a slow easy slide in. Little by little his shaft
disappeared into the little butthole. Ever once and a while the boy cried
out but mainly he was able to relax and accept the impaling monster. For
the longest time they sat there not moving, connected. Soon enough, with
only the slightest movement David felt his balls tighten and a wave of
pleasure swept over him as the orgasmic eruption started.

"Shit" Jeff said again, as he watched his friend empty a full load of cum
into the little butthole. Jeff hardened up quickly and was easily able to
enter the now slightly stretched hole. With the boy on all fours he gave
the boy a long not-rough-but-not-gentle second fucking.

David wandered outside for awhile leaving his friend rutting with the new
boy. He was ready to stretch his legs before the show was to start.

Roger paced back and forth backstage, giving terse last minute
instructions. He glanced out at the gathering audience. The head office men
were there, looking all the like ostriches in Antarctica with their suits
sitting amongst the beach gear clad clientele and the sea of skimpily
dressed staff boys.

Phelpa was prancing around in his costume of ragged shipwreck gear, and the
makeup man had already applied a freshly bleeding scar on his chest. Eye
liner highlighted his gorgeous eyes. He was so excited! He had loved the
acting classes and took to it like a zebra to stripes. He absolutely had a
boy-crush on his co-star too. That Jon was so handsome! Borit boys had an
uncanny fascination for European men anyway but this was something more. He
felt absolutely tingly when he was around Jon and could think of nothing
else than what it would be like when Jon was fucking him in the final
scene. He was young and inexperienced but new the score. The months since
the King's proclamation had seemed like ages ago to young Phelpa. His two
brothers were "in the business", one an "exclusive" for a foreigner and the
other at the rough and tumble "Balls N' Walls".  It was this brother that
was having the harder go of it and why the father had worked to find a
better
 position for his youngest son. Phlepa knew if he did a good job the show
would play once a week for months, a really, really enviable position.

  Roger gave him a full dose pain medication so there would be no
inappropriate grimaces in the final scene. Or so he hoped.  Last was an
enema to do a final cleaning of his little bottom and a baster of clear
lube oil squirted deep into his soon to be well used love canal. Phelpa
giggled he was so excited. He hoped he did not forget any of his lines

The lights dimmed, the music started. Show time!

All to soon the curtains rose, showing a severe storm scene on the High
Definition backdrop that made up the stage set. An island was in the
forefront with wild waves and wilder music.

Two "Pirates" strode on to the set. Jon the handsome Dane led the way. Both
were dressed in sharp Pirates outfits, with Jon having the appearance of a
commander. Both of their torsos showed above their vests as well as their
heavily muscled biceps. They strode purposefully before Dan let out a
gasp. Wal, what have we here in the storms drift pile looks like a pathetic
excuse of a man.

Like a limp fish Philpa was scooped up and carried lifeless to the next
scene as small shanty nearby.

The pirates grumbled mightily when they dicovered that they had rescued a
boy. "Worthless" grumbled Jon. "I should jest run im through with my sword
now" grumbled the other, "likes I usually do".

The scene played on this line with the pirates pouting at their bum luck
and Phelpa slowly recovering and thanking his saviors.

Next came Phelpa bustling about the shanty trying to be helpful, knowing
now his live depended on it.

"See, I can clean" he said proudly and busilly. CRASH, down went a dusty
figurine, smashing into pieces.

"Dash it all" growleled the second pirate. "I'll run the runt through!"

Phlepa cringed in his best stage performance cringe and shouted wait I can
offer you something.

The audience, ready to jump to conclusions, yelled, "Ass, ass, offer your
cute ass!"

Phelpa pretending to hear them exclaimed, "I can cut wood for your fire!"

After bungling that task, the men in the audience again hooted their
suggestion. "Ass, ass offer your cute ass!"

Roger, sitting behind the men, was pleased. The actors were really playing
their parts well. That Phelpa was really into his role and Jon looked
striking.

Next the scene played out with Phelpa trying to cook. A fantastic and
unrealistic explosion sent the pirates scouling, Phelpa crying to the
corner and the audence hooting and slapping their knees.

"Ass, ass, fuck his ass" the chanted.

Looking dejected, Phelpa looked at them with downcast eyes. The audience
held their breath. THIS was when he would be taken by these rough looking
charicters. "I, I can sing", he said softly.

"Better be purdy," Jon mumbled.

Roger held his breath. Would he fumble the some?

Phelpa burst into a beautiful version of "Honesty", the background
orchastra adding to its beauty. Only he substituted the word "Sodomy". It
took the audience a moment to catch on and then they clapped and
laughed. Phlepa finished his solo and batted his eyes at the Pirates.

"Shit fergot to tell yer I ain't into music."

Phelpa groaned


Next he tried to fold the laundry, making a mess and spilling soap on Jon,
the handsome pirate, and the second rougher man. Quivering and crying poor
Phelpa hurriedly tugged at Jons trousers. "I will put these clean ones on
you, he cried. I can do that." Jon the angry pirate, spat, "change em ya
runt, but if ya mess up you areas dead as dead can be. I think yer a
useless mouth to feed."

Then the inevitable finale started. Phelpa tugged and tugged at the
trousers of the two pirates, slowly exposing their pirate underwear and the
clear outline of the hammerhead cocks that they hid. In bending over to
tend to this task, Phelpa's ragged costume "accidentally" split open at the
rump.

"Fuck him, fuck him" the audience chanted.

Roger noted with satisfaction that the two from the front office were right
up there with the others chanting and waving their fist in the air.

Jon feeling Phelpas rump, put his hand to his ear. "I just had a thought!
It just came to me, lets put this little Chicken of the Sea to good use. Ma
dick ain't seen nothin but Rosey Palm fer years. This lil treat shouldn't
be wasted.

With a swift tug the last of Phelpa costume was removed.

"You, you want to use my tiny butt for your pleasure?" Phelpa
stuttered. "You are such a man and I am just a tiny, horny and hot little
boy." He pretended to get faint and then worked at removing the rest of the
few clothes the pirates had lest.

The audience gasped at the sight of Jon. He was Unbelievable! Classic
Nordic looks with his over developed body. A total complex muscle
machine. The other pirate had a great bod too, and an obviously oversized
cock. This was theatre afterall and a rubber sheath was over his very
average cock.

This is where the cameras came into play. While Phelpa was strapped into
place on a fake patch of beach grass, the three huge panels showed three
closeups. One of the cameras was hidden below Phelpas soon to fucked ass,
another a close-up of Jon and a third towards Phelps face, showing his
every expression.

While the other pirate stood behind them stroking his foot long rubber dong
Jon got into position behind Phelpa.

Roger held his breath. Here was when the audience participation came.

"Quick!" Jon shouted at the other pirate. Get another coupla pirates up
here, we gonna break in our new pleasure boy jes right!"

There was a joustling for position and Roger noted with satisfaction the
stage crew had picked a couple of the better looking of the
audience. Nothing worse than looking at a pot belly on stage.

The close in camera showed Jons engorged cock head approach the slickened
butt. Slowly and with steady pressure Jon expertly slid into Phelpa. Phelpa
face, on the other monitor showed excitememt, writhing pleasure and a twist
of pain. Gently at first and then with increasing vigor, Jon fucked the
fresh Borit boy. Sweat started to form on his handsome face as the steady
pace quickened some more. The meds he had taken would keep him from cumming
for awhile so the show could go on. Phelpa showed his pleasure at the new
pace.

"Oh you are such a stud, oh some more" he said over and over as his
practiced lines.

The other pirate was still stroking away on the fake oversized
cock. Suddenly he grimaced and groaned. Pressing the containers in the
rubber balls, A huge jet of fake cum squirted on the boys face. Rope after
rope followed. The boys face, on the screen was covered on juice.

With this Jon bucked and with an agonizing yell pumped a real load into
Phelpa. The camera showed the audience a close up of the ooze from his ass.

The two volunteer "pirates" quickly joined the stage crew and stripped
their beach shorts, the first quickly entering the still strapped Phelpa
and the other taking the place of the stroking pirate. With close up
footage the two volunteers soon emptied their reserves into the panting
pirate toy.

With a standing ovation, the red faced and panting crew finally took their
bows. Phelpa was ecstatic and glanced at his co star. He was more that a
bit smitten all right!

Roger smiled. It was a very successful show. The crew had been fantastic!

He turned his attention now to the list of arriving guests. The business
meeting group were going to be a challenge.