Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 07:05:04 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy World 01 by Justin Davis (M/t/b, mast, oral, anal, Sci-Fi, Fan)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older
males and younger males.  If material of this nature offends you then
you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18
years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by
law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this
story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to,
their actions.

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Boy World
By
Justin Davis

Chapter One


"I can assure you, Mr. Davis, that all of the Passion Enterprise
resorts operate in accordance with the highest standards set by the
World Council," the travel agent seated behind the acrylic and glass
desk had said.

"I know.  I've read your brochure," forty year old Mark Davis had
replied, shifting himself a bit in the chair in which he was seated.

"How long will you be staying, then?" the agent asked.

"I accrued enough vacation time so I figure about a month," Mark replied.

"Very good!  That should give you plenty of time to relax and unwind
and enjoy the delights our resorts provide," the agent commented.

"Yes, I'd planned on that," Mark responded.

"Well, then.  Which one of our resorts will it be for you then?" the
agent asked.

"Boy World!" Mark replied, prompting the agent to smile.

"Ah yes!  Excellent choice if one is so inclined.  Liking both, I've
stayed at both Boy World and Girl World and I can assure you won't be
disappointed.  It's one of the little perks I get as a travel agent,"
the agent said, and chuckled.

"Well, for the price you charge one shouldn't be disappointed," Mark commented.

"I can assure you, Mr. Davis, it's worth every New World Dollar you'll
spend," the agent replied.  "Now, shall we debit your New World
personal account or some other?"

"Yes, the personal account will be fine."

"Very well!  I'll draw up the necessary papers.  Uh, let me check
something," the agent said, and swiveled in his chair to face the
plasma display screen.  "Yes, I thought so.  We have a Strato-Liner
flight leaving for Boy World this Friday," the agent said, after his
fingers had flown across the keyboard.  "Will that be too soon?"

"No, that'll be fine.  Is there anything in particular I should pack?"

"Well, since all our resorts are located on tropical islands I would
suggest you pack to be comfortable.  I would suggest at least one or
two outfits for any formal occasions, since the Resort Manager usually
hosts a welcoming dinner and a farewell dinner," the agent replied.

"That sounds fine!"

"By the way, Mr. Davis.  Since this will be your first trip just a
word of caution, from my own personal experience."

Yes?"

"Try to sample as many delights at the resort as you can, leaving
personal emotion out of it as much as possible during your stay.  It's
very easy to get caught up emotionally if you don't watch yourself."

"I see.  I'll keep that in mind."

"Good!  Now, I'll finalize all the details.  Here's a disk that
explains all about the resort.  I suggest you watch it when you can be
relaxed and comfortable.  Usually, most of my clients find it highly
informative, and should I say, stimulating?"

"Uh, thanks!" Mark had replied, as he took the disk and tucked it into
his coat pocket.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Davis!  Thanks for choosing our agency.  I know
you'll have a marvelous time!"

"Yeah, sure!  Thank you!" Mark had replied, as he rose from his chair
and shook the man's hand.

That had been two years ago.  Now, as Mark strapped himself into his
seat, as the other passengers were doing inside the oval- shaped,
disk-like, craft, he was again headed for Boy World.  Like many on
board, a repeat customer.

Mark leaned back in his seat and smiled as he watched the other
passengers board.  It was easy to tell the "first timers" from the
expressions on their faces and their stares at the dozen or so young
flight attendants who were assisting them as they boarded the craft,
dressed, as always, only in their silver, metallic-like, G-strings.

Mark took note that the oldest, who appeared to be the head attendant,
and was a curly-headed blonde of about sixteen with a gold ring in
each ear, had a very stuffed pouch.  Briefly, he wondered what the lad
would be doing a year from now, since sixteen seemed to be the upper
age limit for any boys affiliated with the resort and they were
retired from service when they reached seventeen.

"Here you are sir!" Mark heard a young voice say, causing him to turn
his head toward the aisle.

One of the young attendants, a cute dark headed boy of about ten or
eleven, was directing a gentleman, Mark guessed to be about his own
age, to the seat next to him on his left.

"Thank you!" the man said, and seated himself in the seat next to
Mark.  "Hello!  My name's Derrick Adams," the man said, and held out
his hand.

"Mark Davis," Mark replied, shaking the man's pro-offered hand.

"My God!  Are they all like that?" Derrick Adams asked, as he stared
at the receding naked butt of the young flight attendant that had just
helped him to his seat, prompting Mark to chuckle.

"Oh yes!  And much more!  Your first trip to the resort, I take it?" Mark
asked.

"Yes, it is!  My God!  Look at that one!" Derrick Adams exclaimed, as
he caught sight of the blonde, sixteen-year-old flight attendant with
the stuffed pouch, and again prompting Mark to chuckle a bit.

"Yes, he is lovely isn't he?  A bit old for me I'm afraid, but
beautiful just the same," Mark said.

"So, tell me what it's like?" Derrick Adams asked.

"Boy World?  Oh, it's hard to describe.  They'll play an info-disk for
the passengers on the flight.  I remember the first time I was so
horny after I saw it I had gotten off twice by the time we got there,"
Mark replied, and chuckled again.  "I guess, if I had to describe Boy
World, it's like being on one of the old cruise ships they used to
have eons ago.  Food, entertainment, demonstrations, lectures,
parties. Really, you're free to sample it all or not, Mr. Adams."

"Wow!  Sounds wonderful!  Man!  I'd like to just shack up for a month
with that!" Derrick Adams said, again commenting on the blonde flight
attendant, who was now standing sideways making the stuffed pouch of
his G-string even more pronounced.

"Well, Mr. Adams, you might get lucky and hook up with him.  When
they're not working the older boys are free to go about the resort, as
they like.  You might meet up with him around one of the pools," Mark
replied.  "Then, too, you don't know what might happen on the flight."

"Boy!  That would be nice, and please call me Derrick."

"Sure, and just call me Mark."

"What do you mean about the flight?" Derrick asked.

"You'll see!  In fact I wouldn't be surprised if--"

"Gentlemen!  This is Captain Jordan.  I want to welcome you aboard
your Strato-Liner flight to Boy World.  The flight attendants will be
closing up the doors shortly.  Our flight to the South Pacific will
take approximately two hours.  Should you need anything, please
contact one of our highly skilled flight attendants.  Have a pleasant
flight.  Flight attendants please prepare for departure!" the voice
said over the ship's intercom, interrupting Mark.

The announcement was immediately followed by a scurrying among the
flight attendants and the sound of the closing of the front and back
doors of the craft was heard followed by that of the pressurization of
the craft and the distinctive hum of the anti-gravity dynamos.

The Dalton Strato-Liner was the latest version of the Dalton Company's
series of anti-gravity ram jet propelled craft that had been in
operation for some time.  Efficient, fast, and safe, they had
revolutionized air transportation beginning over fifty years ago with
their introduction.  There was a slight sensation, as one gets when in
an elevator, as the craft began to lift straight up and Mark turned to
continue his conversation.

"Anyway as I was saying, the flight can be rather interesting," Mark
said.  "Ah!  You might find this interesting," he added, as the plasma
screens in the cabin began to lower.

Immediately, the screens were filled with the face of a rather
handsome white-haired gentleman who welcomed everyone and began his
talk about Passion Enterprises.  Having seen the presentation before,
Mark turned his attention to the porthole and looked out at the
receding ground below.  It was as he was marveling at the view that
there was the slight push back of his body into the seat as the
ramjets were fired and the presentation on Boy World began.  As the
commentator's voice began, Mark turned his attention back to the
screen, interested in what Derrick's reaction would be more than
anything.

Naturally, a brief tour of the facilities and amenities was shown,
including a spiel about the wonderful food and recreation facilities,
allowing those who were "first timers" some indication of what was in
store.  However, it was when the discussion of the other activities
began that Mark smiled.

"One of the finer features of Boy World is the opportunity to avail
yourself of the many lectures and demonstrations provided by our
competent staff," the commentator said.

Instantly, the screen was filled with the picture of a naked,
red-haired, youth, who from the looks of his physical features,
genitalia, and pubic bush, was probably about thirteen or fourteen. He
was hanging by his wrists from chains that were attached to the top
part of a metal frame.  Immediately behind him, stood a rather stocky
man dressed only in black leather pants and boots, who held a paddle
in his hand.

"For example, one such lecture is on the benefits of spanking," the
voice droned on, prompting Mark to look at Derrick whose attention was
riveted upon the screen.

Of course, like others on the plane who hadn't seen the presentation,
Derrick flinched when the first blow of the paddle fell on boy's
behind and there was a loud grunt from the youth in response.  Then,
as the boy began to howl at the top of his lungs with subsequent blows
Derrick furrowed his brow.

"My God!  He's killing the boy!" Derrick exclaimed, turning to Mark.

"Not really!  Watch closely," Mark replied.

Indeed, as the blows to the boy's bottom continued his dick began to
get hard.  Soon, all five inches was jutting out from his body,
foreskin fully retracted, and a close up shot showed everyone that the
engorged penis was beginning to leak pre-cum profusely.

"My God!" Derrick exclaimed, prompting Mark to chuckle.

"Just wait!  It won't be long," Mark commented.

Sure enough, the blows grew more rapid and the boy's howls grew
louder.  However, a ribbon of pre-cum was now dripping from his penis
and he suddenly went silent.  Then, he threw his head back and
shrieked at the ceiling as ropes of cum began to spew from the slit of
his penis.

"Holy shit!" Derrick exclaimed.

"I told you," Mark said, and chuckled, as the ramjets again fired
pushing him slightly back into his seat.

"My God!  Tears are still running down his cheeks and the kid's
smiling and laughing," Derrick exclaimed, as the boy was being lowered
to the floor.

"Yes he is," Mark replied in a matter of fact tone.  "You're going to
find boys that are very much into that sort of thing on your stay as
well as those that are into other things.  None of the youths is made
to do anything they don't want to."

"You mean the kid liked that?"

"Look at him!  What do you think?"

"Good grief!" Derrick exclaimed.

"Another one of our seminars that has proven to be popular with our
guests is the one on teaching boys how to control their orgasms," the
commentator continued.

Immediately, the scene shifted to one where a naked boy of about
twelve, with blonde hair, was seated in the lap of a man who was also
naked and appeared to be in his fifties. The lad was lying back upon
the body of the older man, who was seated in a leather chair, and his
mouth was hanging open.  The man had the boy's hard, four-inch,
circumcised, penis in his fingers gently stroking the firm tube.

"Oh my God!" Derrick exclaimed at the sight.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Mark remarked.

For a short time the scene continued.  Then, there was a close up shot
so that all could see that the boy's penis was beginning to leak
pre-cum.  Then, as the man smeared some on his fingers and began to
twirl them on the head of the lad's hard prick, like he was turning
the tuning knob on a radio, there was a loud gasp from the boy and he
momentarily sat upright.  Then, he began to make gurgling sounds as he
lay back upon the man's body.

"Oh fuck!" Derrick exclaimed, prompting Mark to chuckle.

"Oh, this kid's amazing.  The guy will have three fingers of one hand
in his butt fucking him with them and playing with the head of his
dick with other for some time before the kid blows his load," Mark
replied.

In response to Mark's comment, Derrick made a low groan and shifted in his seat.

"Getting an erection are we?" Mark asked, and chuckled.

"I passed hard a long time ago," Derrick replied.

"Well, then.  You need to take care of that," Mark replied.

"My God!  How?" Derrick exclaimed.

"Well, you could do like that gentleman over there," Mark said,
motioning his head toward the man seated across the aisle that was
fondling himself through he cloth of his slacks.  "I can assure you
before this presentation is over no one will mind if you whip it out.
In fact, the cabin attendants are always eager to help in such
circumstances. However, I'd go back to one of the lavatories if it
were me."

"Holy shit!" Derrick exclaimed, as the man on the screen began to fuck
his fingers into the boy's butt, prompting Mark to chuckle heartily as
Derrick Adams hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and got up and headed
quickly toward the back of the craft toward the lavatories.

Hastily, Derrick hurried toward the lavatory area, noticed that all of
them were unoccupied, picked a door and opened it and entered.

"Hi!" a young voice said as Derrick entered the roomy lavatory and
closed the door, prompting him to look to his right.

"Holy crap!" Derrick exclaimed, as he laid eyes on a naked Asian boy,
who couldn't have been more than ten or eleven, that was seated on a
stool.

"My name's Choi.  Can I do anything to help you, sir?" the kid asked,
then smiled and rose from the stool upon which he was seated.

Mark again turned his attention back to the porthole and looked out at
the view of the Earth far below.  Having seen the presentation before
he really wasn't very interested.  Then, as he picked out the
coastline of the North American continent he began to look for some
distinguishing features.  As he did so, there was a moaning sound to
his left.  The gentleman in the seat across the isle to his left had
his cock out and the cute flight attendant with the dark hair was
bobbing his mouth up and down on the shaft.  In response, Mark laughed
softly and wondered which one of the usually cute lavatory attendants
was getting his tiny, tight, butt fucked by Derrick at the moment.

It was over twenty minutes later, and the presentation had concluded,
when a much more relaxed Derrick Adams returned to his seat, seated
himself, and then buckled his safety belt.

"You feeling better?" Mark asked, and smiled.

"Gosh yes!  Why didn't you tell be about the lavatory attendants?"
Derrick asked, prompting Mark to laugh.

"Well, I thought that would be a nice surprise for you," Mark replied.

"My God!  That kid gave good head!  And his butt!  Talk about tight!
I've never had anyone use their butt muscles on my cock like that in
my life!  He just hopped up on the toilet lid and presented it for the
fucking!" Derrick said.

"Yes, they are all highly skilled and trained to please," Mark said.

"I'm just curious.  Where the hell do they get these boys?" Derrick asked.

"Well, basically, from all over the world," Mark replied.

Derrick listened intently as Mark began to explain about the boys.  In
general, the boys were recruited from all over the world at age eight.
 Every boy was under contract.  For two years, the boys underwent
evaluation and training.  Then, they were placed at Boy World until
their seventeenth birthday, at which time they were officially retired
and given a severance pension that they could basically live on for
the rest of their life.

"So, most of them just do nothing afterward?"  Derrick asked.

"No, some of them become lovers and companions of former customers.
Some, those that are especially good, get offered continued employment
at one of the other Passion Enterprise facilities that cater to
customers who like older males, and some launch off into a career of
some sort," Mark replied.

"I see," Derrick said.

"Actually, Passion Enterprises, and other companies, have been great
sources of income for young males and the few females the world over.
Of course, it's all a consequence of the Great Plague over two hundred
years ago.  I'm sure you've read about that?"

"Oh gosh yes!  Wiped out ninety percent of the world's female
population," Derrick replied.

"Yes, and they never did come up with the exact cause.  Oh, I've heard
all kinds of theories, some really off the wall ones like that it was
a vendetta against women by gays.  But, simply put, if you were female
you died.  Most, at least," Mark said.

"So, since women were at a premium gay sex became the norm?" Derrick asked.

"Exactly!  With some bi-sexualism mixed in of course.  It became
virtually a total male world. Well, almost.  At first, those women
that did survive became indispensable for reproduction, and in a sense
they still are, since there is still wide opposition to cloning.
However, back then the rate of birth for females was extremely low.
Some suggest it was a consequence of the plague.  So, by the time the
numbers of female births began to rise so many years had gone by that
most figured only a small number were needed for recreational sex,
there were bisexuals then as there are now, and their only other use
was for reproductive purposes.  In short, it's the reason females
still make up only twenty percent of the population and why those that
aren't employed at the various resorts that cater to bisexuals are
nothing more than baby factories for the artificial insemination
process.  It has the consequence of keeping the world population at a
steady level and the number of female births can be increased or
decreased to take care of any predicted demographic changes.

"I see.  Well, I'm glad things haven't changed much," Derrick said,
prompting Mark to chuckle.

"Sounds like we're about to arrive, Mark commented as the gyros began
to whine.  Tell me, you're on the General Plan aren't you?"

"Yes!  My travel agent recommended that for my first time."

"Well, you won't be disappointed.  I decided to opt for a little more
adventure this time, myself.  A little more expensive, but I'm told
well worth the additional cost."

"Oh?  What plan is that?"

"Well, it's the Tropical Adventure Package.  After two days at the
main facility I'll be transferred to one of Boy World's smaller nearby
private islands for the hunt."

"Hunt?"

"Yes!  Simply put, I'll be delivered to an island to hunt game,
specifically, boys.  They promise a minimum of six.  Most times it's
more than that."

"And what do you do with them?"

"Why, fuck catch them and fuck them of course!  Not a single one will
have been fucked before. Quite simply, I hunt them, and they will try
to hide, since there is an incentive."

"Incentive?"

"Yes!  Every boy that gets caught and fucked gets immediately removed
from the island and doesn't get any bonus credits in addition to what
they would normally be paid," Mark replied.

"Bonus credits?"

"Yes, it's the way the boys have of earning back some of the money
deducted from their contract for discipline infractions.  It's the way
the management has of insuring that they follow the rules and behave.
The boys are too valuable to discipline in old fashioned ways so they
hit them in the old credit account where it hurts."

"I see."

"So, every boy on the island will not only have a virgin ass but will
be hoping they don't get caught.  I understand there is extreme
competition among the boys not to get caught or to insure that others
do.  Almost always, all of them get caught. It should be delightful,"
Mark said.

"Yes, knowing how boys are I can imagine that there's all kinds of
deceit and treachery among them.

"Yes, I understand that's usually the case," Mark replied.

"My goodness!  That does sound interesting.  I might like to try
that," Derrick replied.

"Well, not to be blunt.  But, how big is your cock?" Mark asked.

"Uh, eight inches."

"Well, maybe between now and the next time you come to Boy World you
can try some of the enlargement techniques available.  There's a
minimum of ten inches in order to qualify for the Tropical Adventure
Package.

"Damn!  And you, you have----"

"Ten and one half!" Mark replied, interrupting Derrick and smiling.

"Gentlemen!  This is Captain Jordan!  We are about to begin our
descent to Boy World.  Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened.
Flight attendants, prepare for arrival!" the voice over the intercom
said, as the Strato-Liner began it's horizontal descent toward the
landing pad at Boy World.

"Ah! We're there!" Mark said, as he felt the craft touch solid ground.
 "It's been fun chatting with you Derrick!  Maybe we'll see each other
around one of the pools over the next couple of days.  I have a few
days to kill before I head out for the hunt," Mark said, holding out
his hand.

"Yes!  Pleased to meet you, Mark.  And, thanks for the info on Boy
World," Derrick said, as he shook Mark's hand.

Once the Strato-Liner had landed there was the usual hustle and bustle
as the passengers disembarked.  As usual, the resort attendants made
sure that they were quickly whisked away to the appropriate check in
facility.

"Ah! Mr. Davis!  So good to have you with us again!  Your temporary
accommodations are ready and waiting.  There's been a slight problem
with your island visit.  However, I can assure you there will be no
extra cost.  It will just be a matter of an additional day before we
can transport you for your adventure," the clerk behind the counter
said.

"Oh?  Nothing serious I hope," Mark responded.

"Oh no sir!  Just a boy that's a late arrival," the clerk replied.

"Well, just how many are there?" Mark asked.

"Uh, the late arrival makes eight.  We did try to get more, but you
know sometimes it's just impossible to provide everyone with a full
dozen," the clerk said.

"That's totally acceptable," Mark said, and smiled as he thought about
the eight virgin butts he was going to get to plug over the next
weeks.

"I'm glad sir!  Your temporary accommodations are ready and waiting.
I'm sure you will be pleased.  Chin! Take Mr. Davis here to his
bungalow," the clerk said.

"I'm sure they will be," Mark replied, and picked up his check-in
packet and followed the Asian attendant out of the check-in area.

To be continued