Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2005 03:40:25 -0000
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fantasy Island: Part 3

Introduction to Part 3:

Thanks for listing me among your most prolific authors. I hope my fans
will now be able to find my stories more easily. I guess I'll have to try
to keep 'em coming. I mean the stories,and my fans!

This story is a fantasy, as the title implies, and does not in any way
condone unsafe sex such as barebacking in real life. You should always
use condoms, especially in situations such as those described below.
Enjoy the story!

FANTASY ISLAND: Part 3

I was back in my newly found gay club, Fantasy Island, putting my 24-hour
ticket carefully away. I decided to explore some areas I'd never visited
in this huge emporium, and found myself in the Watersports/Golden Showers
section. They offered me a rubber suit to put on as I entered, but I said
I was just going to watch.

In the middle of the room was a metal trough, in fact a huge urinal, and
guys dressed either in rubber suits or naked were lying in it and being
pissed over. This wasn't really my scene, but they were obviously
enjoying it.

I passed thru this room into the Recycled Beer Bar. This was a real
eye-opener. It looked like an ordinary bar, but there were no pumps for
draft beer and no bottles either. All there were on the shelves behind
the bar counter were empty beer glasses.

Guys were sitting on stools, and at tables around the bar, sipping what
looked like beer. The bar counter was made of clear glass and ran from
one end of the room to the other, and there were as many barmen as
customers. I then realized what was happening; the ones this side of the
bar, the customers, were the `takers', the barmen the other side of the
bar were the `givers'.

I watched as a middle-aged man approached the bar towards where a tall
good-looking guy with bleached blond hair was standing, empty beer glass
in hand, behind the bar counter as though about to pull a pint. The
middle-aged man sat down on a stool facing him, and the blond `barman'
held the empty pint beer glass down near his crotch, unzipped his fly,
took out his cock and began pissing into the glass. All this could be
clearly seen thru the clear glass of the bar. When the glass was full to
overflowing with his steaming piss, he lifted it up and placed it on the
bar counter.

Eagerly the middle-aged man handed over some money, grabbed hold of the
glass and started sipping the frothy, steaming `recycled beer'. The
blond guy zipped up again, watched the man enjoying the drink he had just
given him for a few seconds, pocketed the money then turned and exited
the room thru a door behind the bar.

This was a great idea. If you liked the idea of drinking `recycled
beer' it could be bought here from the barman of your choice for just a
little more than a pint of ordinary beer in any gay bar. If, however, you
wanted a piss and were short of a little cash, all you had to do was
enter from the bar side of the room, find a willing customer, and  Hey
Presto, after you'd relieved yourself into an empty beer glass you
walked off with cash. Provided you drank plenty of regular beer, water or
some other liquid, I imagine you could make quite a bit of money in a few
hours.

I made a mental note to find the bar side entrance to this room when I
needed the toilet, took one last look at all the men drinking their
`recycled beer', then turned and left the Watersports area and headed
for the Rape Room and the Gang Bang Room on the same floor.

These too were divided into two sections, one for Rapists and one for
their Victims. I decided to be bold and participate this time, so I
walked thru the door marked Victims which led into the Rape Room.

As I entered the first thing I saw on the wall was a military-looking
sign which read: `Prisoner of War Camp. Rape Room #1'. Around the room
were strange pieces of equipment, all labeled: Rape Rack, Rape Horse,
Rape Bed, Oral Rape chair, Spit-Roast Rack, etc.

Men were strapped on to or into these pieces of equipment and were being
fucked, or raped, anally or orally. Some of the rapists were dressed in
leather gear, some were bollock naked, and others were dressed in
military or police uniforms.

As I stood there watching, a big young muscle-bound guy in a tight
tee-shirt and skin-tight jeans approached me from the Rapists' side of
the room. I could see his pecs and muscles, even his six-pack, rippling
thru his white tee-shirt, which had the word `RAPIST' printed on it in
big black letters.

He came up to me, sneered and pushed me over to one of the Rape Racks.

`Put your fuckin' hands up above your head, against the Rack, you
fuckin' cunt!' he shouted. I instinctively obeyed, my cock already
growing stiff inside my jeans at the thought of being brutally raped by
this big butch Adonis. As I put my arms up against the Rack, he attached
some leather straps to hold them firmly in place, and then he did the
same to my ankles. I was now strapped to the Rack, which was tilted
slightly forward. Behind the Rack was a full-length mirror so I could see
everything that was happening to me. A mirror on the ceiling gave another
view. In fact there were mirrors all around the well-lit room so I could
see what was happening to me and all the other victims.

`Know where you are, son?' said my tormenter. I thought I'd better
play along with the game.

`N, n, no sir!' I said.

`You're in a fuckin' Rape Camp, son,' whispered the guy into my right
ear, and as he pushed himself close up against me I could feel his huge
hard cock thru his tight jeans pressing up against me. He put his big
muscular arms around me and pulled my torso away from the Rack as far as
the straps would allow.

`We are the victors in this civil war, and you are our spoils, son.
You've been brought here to give pleasure to your new masters. Get ready
to be raped, boy! I'm gonna ram my big cock up your arse and turn you
into a pussy-boy. Aren't you excited? A real man is going to make you
his bitch!' he said, as he unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and
underpants down very roughly.

In the mirrors I saw him unzip his fly and take out his huge, stiff cock.
He then took some lube and greased up his weapon, then greased up my
hole, sticking his fingers right inside and saying in my ear: `Open up
for me, son. I'm gonna break your arse in, then you're going into the
Gang Bang Room next door and all the young men in the village are going
to rape you! You'll be our pussy-boy.'

With that he took his fingers out of my arse, and seconds later I felt
his huge cock head probing the tight entrance of my hole.

`I said open up for your master, pussy-boy!' he screamed in my ear, and
I relaxed my anal muscles. A moment later his huge cock was being rammed
right up my arse, till I yelled in pain.

`That's right, shout all you like. You'll soon get used to it once
I've broken your arse in, then you'll love it; you'll beg for more
like the slut bitch you are!' he said as he pounded my arse.

All around me men were screaming as they were being raped, but gradually
these screams subsided and became whimpers and then grunts of
contentment. The men, the victims, were all being turned into subservient
`comfort men' for their masters, and I felt the same thing happening to
me.

My cries and screams were turning into whimpers as I got used to the big
cock up my arse, and got familiar with the masculine smell of my rapist.

He whispered in my ear again: `Yes, you're beginning to enjoy it now,
aren't you pussy-boy? You're not a man any more, you're my fuckin'
bitch. You're arse is better than my girl's cunt, and I'm gonna fuck
you till I make you pregnant. Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you; to
have my baby! Well I'm gonna shoot my baby-juice right into you any
minute now, and you just might get pregnant. Submit! Submit to me and
tell me what you want, pussy-boy!'

I was now moaning with pleasure. I couldn't help myself: `I submit, I
submit! You're the man, you're my master! Please fuck me some more,
pump your spunk into me! Please fill me with your cum!' I found myself
shouting out these words.

`Yes, you'll get my spunk all right, right now! Here it cums! Aaaaaghh!
Urrgggghhh! Urrggghhh!!! Aaaagghh! Yeah! Oh, yeah! I'm pumpin' you full
of hot cum, pussy-boy! You're a good fuck, I think I'll take you for
one of my regular fuck boys!'

He pulled out, and eventually unstrapped me. I could hardly walk, so
staggered to a bed in the Rest Area, where victims were allowed to
recover from their ordeal.

After 20 minutes, a guy dressed in U.S. Marine uniform approached me,
grabbed me roughly from the bed, and made me stand in front of him. I was
sure he was a real marine, possibly from the American Embassy barracks
nearby. He stood very close to me with his handsome blond features and
cold blue eyes staring straight into mine, his clean-cut cropped hair
ending in a neat line around the nape of his smooth neck, and his smooth,
tattooed bulging biceps protruding from his light khaki shirt-sleeved
shirt. I could feel his hot breath on my face, smell its minty aroma from
the gum he was arrogantly chewing, and I could also smell the clean,
sexy, soapy odor of All-American, clean-cut, blond, blue-eyed Marine! My
cock grew rock solid inside my jeans as he silently opened his lips and
spat a wad of spit, gorgeous USMC spit, right into my face and mouth.

`This way, cunt-face!' he barked in an American accent, and I knew this
had to be the real thing. He was a real, serving American Marine. If I
had any doubts, he quickly dispelled them.

`I've just come back from the front line. We raped thousands of guys on
the battlefield, and now it's your turn, son! You're gonna be gang
raped, that's what we do to prisoners of war. That will teach you who's
the master race now!'

He took me into the Gang Bang Room, and the sights I saw there were
unbelievable. There were similar Rape Racks, etc., but in here long lines
of men were waiting to gang-rape each victim strapped to the Racks. Some
were dressed casual, some naked, some in leathers, and some in military
uniform like the one who had hold of me roughly by my arms. Some were
even in suits, but every one of them was a rapist.

I was taken to a piece of equipment in the center of the room and
strapped on to it horizontally face-upwards with my back against the
leather of the Rape Horse. Again my arms and legs were strapped to the
equipment, and there were mirrors on the ceiling. My head was raised by a
tilted leather cushion, so I could see the line of men already waiting to
gang-rape me. First in line was the Marine, who took out his smooth
circumcised cock as a guy dressed head-to-toe in leather greased up my
arse with lube. `He's ready for you now, Corporal!' he said to the
Marine, who quickly approached the Rape Horse and rammed his cock right
up my arse, showing no mercy.

As he raped me, he bent down low over me and spat in my face again.
`Open your fuckin' mouth!' he ordered, and as I did so he let loose a
great gob of spit and his chewing gum right into my mouth. `Now say
thank you for the gum I've given you, gum soaked in my Marine spit,' he
said.

`Thank you sir!' I said, and began chewing on the gum as he smiled and
continued fucking me.

`Soon you'll submit, you'll be unable to resist, you'll beg me for
more!' he sneered. I felt myself drawn to his smooth neck with the sharp
cropped blond hairline showing beneath his white Marine cap. He moved
nearer and nearer till I could feel the warmth of his flesh, smell his
after-shave and that soapy clean Marine smell again. I couldn't help
myself, I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick his neck. I couldn't
reach it, but he moved nearer, still fucking me, and at last my tongue
made contact with his neck. It tasted delicious; the clean tang of
All-American Marine! I was overcome with pure lust and I bit into his
neck, giving him a love bite. He then bit my neck very hard indeed.
`I've left my mark on you now; that means you're my fuckin' bitch!'
he said.

Still fucking me, and getting closer and closer to climax, he turned his
head so his eyes looked directly into mine, put his head nearer until our
lips were almost touching. I couldn't resist any longer, I lifted my
head off the leather cushion and kissed him full on the lips.

He pulled away after a few seconds and shouted to the other men in line
behind him. `Look, he's kissing me! This fuckin' slut is enjoying
being raped! Watch this!'

With that he bent over me again, and we were into a passionate snog, with
his tongue right down my throat. The leather guy then came and unstrapped
my arms, and I flung them around the Marine's neck and shoulders and
hugged him close to me as we kissed. As he drew away I said: `Oh thank
you, sir, thank you for raping me! I love you, I worship you, I'm your
bitch!'  He sneered and said: `You're damn right you are! He's fully
broken in, guys; he's our willing fuck-boy now! Grab all the ass you
want, just let me finish off!'

With that he started snogging me again, then drew back and screamed as he
pumped me full of his hot Marine orgasm. I felt my bowels swelling up
with spunk, he shot so much into me.

Then he pulled out, gently bent down and kissed me on the lips and said:
`See you again, honey! Have your sweet ass lubed up and waiting for your
Marine daddy's big cock!'

Before I could  recover, the leather guy, who was tall and slim, clean
shaven with dark brown hair protruding from beneath his leather cap,
rammed his cock up my arse.

He didn't bend over me at all, just fucked me as though I were a piece
of meat. After a few minutes he shot his wad up me, zipped up and moved
off. He had hardly looked at me at all, I felt so humiliated.

Next up was a sailor, or someone dressed as one. He smiled at me as he
stuck his cock right into my arse. He did bend over me and smiled into my
face: `Hi, I'm Able-Seaman Jason King. You're cute, baby! I'm gonna
shoot a big load of spunk right inside your belly!' His cock was long
enough to reach up into my belly, or so it seemed.

I guess these guys had already been turned on by the Marine fucking me,
as they were shooting so quickly. The sailor quickly unloaded his big wad
high up into me. His sexy smell had made me dizzy, but soon it was
replaced by the familiar tang of Tommy After Shave as a young city
stockbroker type in a pin-stripe suit unzipped his fly and started
fucking me. I knew that smell, and as he leaned over and kissed me, I
recognized my boss from work! His Tommy After Shave was so strong I
nearly passed out. I was filled with lust, as he sensuously stuck his
tongue right down my throat, then pulled away and said into my ear: `Oh
Gary, baby, I've wanted to rape you ever since you first came into my
office for the job interview, all young and innocent and fresh from
school! I'm cummin' just for you, take my cum, it's all for you, baby,
all for you. My wife craves my load and I've given her two kids, but
this load of spunk is especially for you, baby. Enjoy!'

With that he shot his load into my arse, pulled out, and said: `Report
to my office twice a day, I want more of that. I'll unload my sweet
spunk right down your throat at work tomorrow morning whilst Miss Simpson
goes for her coffee break.' Miss Simpson was his aged spinster personal
assistant.

I was so excited at the idea of having regular sex with my handsome boss
in his office just a few feet from Miss Simpson and all the office girls.
It was utterly depraved! In actual fact he made me crawl under his desk
in the days to come, and I was sucking him off and drinking his spunk
whilst Miss Simpson was taking shorthand notes blissfully unaware of what
was going on just inches away the other side of the closed-off desk.
Though she did say: `Are you all right, Mr Johnson?' when he groaned as
he shot his big spunky load into my mouth. I had to stifle my moans of
pleasure as I swallowed his deliciously sweet and thick slimy load of
cum!

Back in the Gang Bang Room, the next guy quickly took Mr Johnson's
place. In all 20 guys raped me in the space of 45 minutes. My arse was
sore by then, and finally they unstrapped my legs and I had to be carried
by two of the rapists to the rest area. But I couldn't rest; I had so
much spunk up my arse, I had to rush to the toilet area and let it all
out. It acted like an enema, and I was on the seat for 15 minutes.

Feeling thoroughly exhausted and drained, I then lay on a bed in the rest
area for half an hour. Finally I staggered up, and headed towards the
Glory Hole area. I wanted to cum, and I thought this would be the best
bet for a quickie. I was too exhausted to do much else.

The Glory Hole area, like the others, was divided into givers and takers.
This time I went into the active side. The walls were glass so you could
see who was the other side. The guys waiting to suck were sitting on
stools in front of the Glory Holes. I walked up the line, and chose a
Glory Hole behind which was a teenage boy, couldn't have been more than
19, with dyed green hair sticking up in spikes. He had a studded leather
belt around his neck with the word `Pig boy' written on it. He wore a
torn punk-style tee-shirt and torn jeans covered in spunk stains. It
looked as if the whole bar had spunked over him; there were also spunk
stains on his tee-shirt, and there appeared to be dried spunk in his hair
and on his face. I shoved my hard cock thru the hole, and immediately
felt his silky soft lips, tongue and mouth enclose over the head and
begin their gentle sucking.

Faster and faster he went, and I could see the lust in his eyes as they
glazed over. He looked up into my eyes as he sucked me, greedy for my
spunk! He pulled away briefly and shouted out: `Feed me, feed me, feed
me your load!' then started sucking me again, still looking into my
eyes. I stared back into his and gave him what he craved. I let go my cum
into his eagerly sucking mouth. It was like feeding a baby; he sucked and
gurgled contentedly as I spurted my hot milk into his eager mouth. My
cream was overflowing from his mouth over his lips and chin, but he
drained me dry. Thoroughly exhausted I pulled out of the glory hole and
zipped up, and saw him lick my spunk off his lips and chin. As I moved
away the Marine who had raped me used the same glory hole and the punk's
mouth, and I stood and watched him take a huge load from the Marine who
screamed as he came: `Drink U.S. Marine Sperm, you cunt-faced punk!'

That was enough for one day. Perhaps I'd feel ready for another session
tomorrow. I went home feeling sore at the back but thoroughly contented.
I looked at the passengers in the Tube train. If only they knew where
I'd been and what I'd just done a few feet above them. What was still
going on now. They had no idea of the debauchery going on behind those
walls up on the surface. An old lady looked at me and smiled. I
recognized her as my old Sunday school teacher.

`Hallo, Gary, how are you? You look tired. Been working hard?' she
asked me.

`Yes, Mrs Peters, I've been worked very hard today.  I was under 20 men
and I had my work cut out to please them all.' I said wickedly, knowing
she wouldn't pick up on the double-meanings.

`That's right, always do your best, and God will reward you,' she
smiled, clutching her Bible, and I felt ashamed that I had teased her so.
`You always were a good boy, God Bless' she said as she got up and left
the carriage.

I felt a little guilty, but then spotted a Roman Catholic priest further
down the car. He was pretending to be playing with his rosary whilst
stroking his hard cock thru his black robes. The priest was leering at a
young lad, who couldn't have been more than 11, sitting with his mother
on the seat opposite. The dirty old fucker! At least I went with
consenting adults, yet he was a religious man of the cloth, supposed to
be celibate.

I left the carriage feeling much better about myself. After all, I
hadn't done anyone any harm. I was definitely going back to the club
tomorrow night, and I also had two sex sessions lined up in Mr Johnson's
office at work beforehand. Life was good!

(to be continued).