THE ISLAND

BY TOMMY

Part 2

Down in the courtyard, Mike walked through the wide archway and
down the dirt track towards the jetty.   The boat had just
arrived and he could see the captain helping three men across the
ramp.

He wiped his brow.  Shit it was hot.  Taller and slightly older
than Dave, he never appreciated the middle east climate in the
way his friend did.

At his side, trotted Philippe, his valet, occasionally skipping
ahead of his master, looking back and grinning, waiting for Mike
to catch up.

Mike laughed and tousled the boy's blond curly hair.  Why had he
chosen a boy as his valet this time?  It still surprised him. 
There was just something about him.  How old was he?  Eleven?  He
watched the boy run ahead of him again and whistled softly at the
sight of what he considered the most perfect bottom in the world.

A tight blue teashirt covered the boy's torso and stopped
abruptly just above his waist, accentuating the boy's pert
buttocks.   Apart from his short teashirt and a pair of leather
sandals, the boy wore nothing.

Philippe turned again and Mike laughed.  The boy's penis, already
larger than average for his age – thanks to the drugs -  was
semi-erect and pointing straight at him.  Cheeky little bugger! 
He shook his head in amazement.  What a beautiful sight.  Soft
leather cords wrapped tightly round the boy's genitals served to
keep his scrotum pulled tight and slightly forward as if to show
off his testicles.  A gold ring was fixed firmly around the base
of his penis ensuring that any erections lasted as long as
possible.   Of course, the daily drug regime helped, but the boy
had the most uncanny ability of making his little manhood do
whatever he wanted.    What a welcome for the visitors!

He could see the new clients on the jetty, their eyes on the
little boy running towards them.  Two of them had seen this
before but the new client was staring at Philippe in amazement.

Introductions over, he sent the new arrivals off to their
respective rooms, each accompanied by a guard carrying the
luggage.   Mike saw the captain eyeing Philippe and chuckled. 
The poor guy had a good two hour wait till the other clients
would be leaving.  He deserved the occasional perk.

"Okay, what do you want this time?" he asked, grinning at the
huge man, tattoos covering both arms.  At least this one spoke
English, albeit with a thick accent.

The man licked his lips and glanced at the boy, then back at
Mike.

"The small one!  Make noise.  Remember?"

Mike laughed.  The evil sod!

"Oh, you want little Freddy again?" he said, pretending to be
surprised.  He racked his brains.  As far as he knew, Freddy was
free.

"Philippe, go and fetch Freddy!"

The men watch the little boy speed off back to the building, his
feet kicking up clouds of dust.

Mike saw with some amusement how the captain avoided direct eye
contact.  He understood perfectly.  Most of Tariq's employees
preferred the girls and he was pretty sure that the ones who
liked boys kept the fact a close secret.

He watched the captain check the moorings and attach a large
cable to the electricity socket on the jetty before turning off
the boat's engine.  At last!  Mike grimaced.  He could still
taste the diesel fumes!   From within he heard the whine of the
air conditioners working hard to keep the cabins at a comfortable
temperature.

The sound of running.  Mike saw Philippe returning, an even
smaller red haired boy following close behind.  He saw the look
of fear on Freddy's face and felt a twinge of pity for the lad. 
The captain wasn't exactly known for being gentle!  He shrugged.
Still, why not?   The guy was under strict orders to remain with
his boat and had at least two hours free.

The captain ran his tongue over his dry lips and lifted the
scared boy into the boat, the obscene bulge in his filthy
trousers dispelling any doubts about what he had in mind.

"Remember, no whip!" warned Mike, his voice suddenly deadly
serious.  He remembered last time the man had used Freddy, the
boy's backside had taken over a week to recover, even with
liberal application of their steroid cream.  The guy had come
very close to splitting the boy's skin.   The cream was amazing
stuff, but couldn't hide scars.   The man didn't know his own
strength!

"You fuck yes, spank yes, okay?   But no break skin."   Mike
pointed at Freddy and rubbed his fingertips together.   "Cost
money.  Lots of money!"

The captain nodded and smiled, displaying rows of blackened
teeth.  "Yeah boss.  I be careful."  He glanced at Freddy's bum,
tightly outlined under his thin shorts and groaned.  His cock was
aching for release.  Yes, he would be careful.  Didn't want to
jeapardise his chance of returning.  He knew one word from Mike,
and Tariq would sack him …. or worse!    Still….  He rubbed his
cock and leered at the frightened boy.  He had two hours.  A
quick fuck now, then coffee, play a bit and time for another
fuck.   He frowned.  He'd tie the boy up tight like he always
did.  He liked that.  But no whipping?  An oily rag shoved in his
small mouth helped stifle the screams.  So how to make the boy
squirm?    Hmm, maybe…. He grinned and looked at the small bulge
in Freddy's shorts.   Oh yes,  He'd be keeping a firm grip of
those little things while he fucked him!   That would soon get
him wriggling!

He pushed the boy through the door and disappeared.

"Okay then, let's get back" said Mike, wiping the sweat from his
neck.   "I can't stand this bloody heat!"

"I don't think it's hot!"  retorted Philippe cheekily.  He ran
ahead as usual, occasionally looking back.  Mike saw the boy grin
and wiggle his bottom slightly.  He laughed.  Bloody kid was
always flirting with him!

"Just wait till we get inside!" snapped Mike, pretending to be
angry.  He followed the boy back into the courtyard anxious to
reach the air conditioned building.  Philippe waited for him to
catch up and slid his hand into Mike's.

"You're a little tease, you know that, don't you?"

Mike gave the boy a little hug and patted his bottom.  Shit, the
boy was cute!

Philippe giggled and nodded.   "Yes sir."

"Cheeky as well" continued Mike.  He walked along the corridor to
his own private suite, Philippe skipping ahead, ready to hold the
door open.

The rooms were spacious and light, tastefully decorated with
Persian carpets and works of art chosen from catalogues sent
directly from Tariq's family.  A large white leather suite stood
in the middle of the living room facing wide glass doors opening
out onto a balcony and affording a view over the bay.

He threw himself on the sofa and stretched.  The shower could
wait.  Meanwhile…

As if by magic, Philippe appeared with a large glass of ice-cold
beer in his hand.  Mike took it and drained it quickly.

"No, that's enough I think" he said quickly, seeing the boy
wanted to bring him another.   "Can't have too much.  Makes me
sleepy!"

Philippe put down the glass and sat on Mike's lap, resting his
head on the man's chest.

Mike yawned and stroked the boy's leg.   How long had Philippe
been his valet?  Almost a year now, surely?  What a kid!   There
was just something about him that….

He slipped his hand down between the boy's firm thighs and felt
the leather straps.  No, not too tight, but not loose either.  
He'd take them off later just before bed.  Probably safer for his
little balls, but during the day he liked Philippe to keep the
small straps on all the time.  The way they squeezed his scrotum
and outlined his testicles so prominently made the boy appear so
sweet and vulnerable.

Philippe nuzzled his chest and Mike kissed the boy's forehead.  A
little tease he may be, but usually he seemed to know when to
stop.  Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd had to really
punish the boy.  Of course, the frequent spankings didn't really
count as punishment and besides, Philippe was used to them now.

He'd discovered very quickly that the boy had a very low pain
threshold and it took only the hint of a genuine thrashing to
ensure good behaviour.  When had he last used a cane or paddle on
the boy?  Not for at least two months!

His hand moved over the boy's privates and he sighed.   As usual,
the boy's penis was rock hard and sticking straight up, his glans
peeping up at him.

Mike toyed with it playfully, pulling the boy's foreskin back as
far as it would go and stroking it slowly, chuckling quietly as
he felt Philippe's body react.    Yes, the boy was certainly a
hottie, that was sure!    Although like most of the boys, he
exhibited no obvious signs of puberty apart from a slightly
larger penis, the daily drug regime meant that he could perform
like a stallion when required… and allowed!

He squeezed the boy's glans very gently and laughed as Philippe
gasped loudly.

"Hey, careful!  Not without permission you don't.  Remember what
happened last time?"

Philippe nodded.  "Yes sir.  Sorry sir."

The boy swallowed with nervousness and sexual frustration.    His
master was nice to him, but strict, and he remembered vividly
what had happened the last time he'd spurted without permission.
How he'd begged for forgiveness and had burst into tears as soon
as he saw the cane!  Nevertheless, his master had insisted on
giving him twelve strokes in front of the other master and Asha.
The taunting looks of the girl had continued for weeks
afterwards.

Mike read his thoughts and kissed the boy's nose.  "Anyway, if
you're good, I might let you spurt later when Master Dave comes
for his cocktail.  He mentioned some wrestling tonight."

He smiled at the boy's disappointed expression.  It was a daily
ritual for the men to meet in Mike's rooms for a drink before
going down to dinner and if there was not too much to discuss,
they often turned to the children to keep them entertained.   Not
only the same age, Asha and Philippe were almost identical in
build, both replete with a layer of puppy fat that made them so
endearing.

Philippe pursed his lips.  He knew that most of the games were
Master Dave's idea, and he hated them!    One of their favourites
was a bout of wrestling matches between him and Asha.  It wasn't
fair!  She might be a girl, but she was strong!   She also had a
habit of grabbing his testicles whenever she had the chance,
something that always won her the match.

The prize was always the same.  The loser had to bring the winner
to orgasm within three minutes or be spanked by the winner before
starting again.   Philippe shuddered.  He was sure that on the
times she'd won, despite his tongue working its magic on her
little bump as he'd been taught, she sometimes stopped herself
from having an orgasm on purpose, just so she could spank him. 
Horrible girl!    When he won though, it was a different matter.
He'd sometimes tried to stop himself but….it was no good.   With
her mouth clamped firmly round his penis, her tongue and small
fingers had him rock hard within seconds and spurting soon after!
When was the last time his master had allowed him to spurt?  A
few weeks ago?

Mike hugged him tightly, pretty sure he knew what was going
through the lad's head. Fond as he was of the boy, he knew the
importance of maintaining strict discipline.  Besides, it was
quite funny seeing the obvious frustration the boy felt.

"Sir, please… do I have to wrestle Asha again?  I…I…I don't want
to!"

Philippe buried his head in Mikes chest for a second, then looked
up at him, his large eyes moist with tears.

Mike sighed and kissed the boy's cheek.  He wasn't that stupid! 
Philippe was so good at this.  A right little actor!

"You know very well that you have no say in the matter."   He
felt the boy shift his bottom.  His thigh was pressed hard
against Mike's cock.  The little tease.  He was trying his old
tricks again!

"You know what you deserve, don't you?"

Philippe wiped his eyes and looked up cheekily.  "No, what?"

In a second, Mike had the boy face down over his lap.  "This!"

Though loud, the slaps that fell over the boy's pert bottom
elicited only the occasional squeal, the boy being both used to
regular spankings and aware that he deserved it.

Mike aimed a few hard slaps at the boy's upper thighs, his stiff
cock pushing against the boy's tummy.

"Owww, please sir..owwww. I'll be a good boy sir! I…"

Philippe suddenly burst into tears.  He felt the tears running
down his cheeks.  Why had he been so cheeky?  His master could
quite easily have used the cane.  Other boys on the island would
have had a public thrashing.  Yes, he deserved a spanking.  He
was lucky.  But..

"Owwww!   Please sir…owwww!"

Mike laughed and continued until the buttocks and thighs under
him had developed a bright rosy colour.  He lifted the boy off
his lap and held his hands, gripping him firmly between his
knees.

"Well?"

Philippe bit his lip, tears streaming down his face.  Why had he
been so cheeky to his master?

"I'm very sorry sir" he stammered, shuffling slightly to ease the
sting from his bright red buttocks.   Suddenly he yanked his
hands out of Mike's and threw them round the man's neck, pulling
himself hard against the man's chest.

Mike nodded and kissed the boy's tear stained cheek.

"Okay, okay!"

His hand circled the boy's waist, then ran lightly over his sore
bottom.  He pushed the boy to him even harder, his heart beating
faster as his cock pressed against the boy's groin.

By rights, Philippe deserved a good hard caning.  He knew that
and he was pretty sure that the boy knew as well.  For a child to
say that they didn't want to do something was unheard of on the
island and almost always resulted in a spell on the 'table'
followed by a thrashing outside, or at very least a long painful
paddling or caning.

His fingers slid between the boy's firm buttocks and teased his
hot little bumhole.  Yes, it was mainly his own fault, thought
Mike, pushing his finger inside.  He was being too soft on the
boy.  Sooner or later, he'd want a new valet and Philippe would
be put to work with the others.  Sweet though the boy was, he had
to be whipped into shape for his own good.  The sooner the
better.

Philippe had his eyes closed, his attention being taken up, as
Mike knew it would, by the delicious feeling emanating from deep
inside his anus.  One side effect of the drugs they'd discovered
was not only to stimulate the preteen prostate to produce fluid
and thus enable even young boys to ejaculate, but also to
drastically increase its sensitivity.

The heady aroma of the young boy was overpowering and Mike swore
under his breath.  He'd planned to save himself for the evening,
but his cock clearly had other ideas. He kissed the boy's mouth
and licked the tears off.

"Hmm, I think you know what I want now!"  he whispered softly.

Philippe opened his eyes and smiled shyly, then nodded.  "Shall I
have a shower first, sir?"

"No, I want you now, and here!"

He stood and waited for the boy's small fingers to undo his thick
belt for him and lower his trousers and pants to the floor.  A
hot mouth engulfed his throbbing member and he groaned.  Oh shit!

Despite his faults, one thing the boy excelled at was knowing
exactly what his master wanted.  Philippe jumped up onto the arm
of the sofa and put his hands on the lower part, sticking his bum
in the air and moving it up and down provocatively.

Wiping his brow, Mike grabbed the boy's waist and slowly started
pushing his aching cock between his buttocks.   Amazing how the
boy knew which position he wanted.  Fuck!   The boy's anus was
tight!

"Philippe!"

The boy giggled and Mike grinned.  The boy was teasing again!

He felt the boy's muscles relax and pushed his cock deep inside
the boy's large bottom.  Oh shit… oh shit…so fucking good!
As usual, he hardly had to move at all.  He gripped the boy's
puppy fat and moaned as Philippe moved himself back and forth,
his anus rhythmically gripping then relaxing Mike's cock, one of
the many techniques he'd perfected over the past year.

His orgasm was so intense, for a second he thought he would pass
out!  His cock felt like it was gripped in a vice and he Tcould
feel his prostate tingling like crazy as it emptied itself deep
inside the boy.

Philippe waited the customary thirty seconds before relaxing his
sphincter muscles and releasing his master's exhausted cock.  In
a blink of an eye, he'd turned and had Mike's limp penis in his
mouth, licking and sucking like a small puppy dog.

"Mmm, that was nice.  Very nice!"

Mike clicked his fingers and allowed the boy to pull up his pants
and trousers for him.

He yawned.  Would he be able to manage it again later?  Not as
young as he once was!

"Okay, shower!"

Philippe sped to the bathroom to get the shower ready.  As usual
he'd have a few minutes to wash himself before his master
arrived.

Mike stretched and looked at the blue sea and sky.  Hmm, that had
been great!   Now a nice long shower with Philippe washing every
inch of his body, finally ending up with his cock clamped firmly
in the boy's hot mouth while the boy's small hands soaped his
balls and arse, his tiny fingers slowly pushing up inside and
massaging Mike's prostate and….

Oh shit!  Mike felt himself getting hard again and groaned.   He
was definitely going to sleep well tonight!