Revised story
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🕑 Added 2023-05-12 01:28:38 +0000 UTC
Revised story
One of the most interesting events on the island resort was dinner at the Bacchus dining room. The resort offered a wide variety of food and drinks on the menus of the various restaurants on the island for the guests to enjoy. Each one had its own theme and cuisine. However, the Bacchus dining room was the most popular. The tables were arranged around a center, revolving stage. At nine o’clock as the rich and powerful guests dine, the resort’s available handsome slaves come on to the stage, six at a time, in transparent thongs. They flex and pose for the rich older men as the stage revolves. If one of the guests saw something he liked he would point out the boy he wanted and the boy was brought to him.
Xavier Pompeii was making his arounds at the table, making sure all the guests were happy. He came up to Mr. Copellie’s table and smiled. The rather large Italian mobster was eating ribs while Cory, a beautiful American jock, was laying over his lap. Pablo wore only a red thong that was buried beep between the smooth fat ass cheeks, and a pair of white tube socks. Copellie raised his greesely right hand, covered in barbecue sauce and delivered a slap on Cory’s flawless ass cheek. Cory kicked his muscular legs out at the impact.
“Having a good time, Mr. Copellie,” Xavier asked as he noticed the large greasey handprint on Cory’s ass.
“Ah Mr. Pompeii. You always outdo yourself. You never disappoint,” Copellie put down the rib he was eating. “Everytime I come here the food and the boys get better each time.” The Italian man pulled the thin material of Cory’s thong aside and pushed a messy, barbecue covered finger into the boy’s hole.
Cory didn’t protest, but let out a low grunt as the fat finger stroked his insides. The American boy was a Texan baseball standout in college when an oil tycoon accused him of taking advantage of his daughter. The wealthy man had Cory captured and sold to the Cartel.
“We aim to please, sir,” Xavier smiled. Cheers and applause erupted as a new round of slaves came upon the stage. “Enjoy yourself,” Xavier excused himself.
“Oh, I will,” Copellie replied as he pushed his fat finger deeper into the jock’s hole.
Xavier looked down at his phone and smiled as he read the text message. A new batch of slaves are on their way.
Damien was having the time of his life on the all expense paid trip to Europe to take part in an international bodybuilding exposition. He had already met several guys from South America, Europe, and the Middle East and they became fast friends. They discovered they had a lot in common, they all loved to party, bodybuilding, and women, not exactly in that order.
Damien was the classic American stud that women love, with his dark hair, green eyes and thick muscular body. Many people said that his ass was his best feature. It was round, sticking out from his narrow waist as if two basketballs were shoved into his pants, creating a shelf that Kim Kardashian would be jealous of. To Damien it was a blessing and a curse.
While in Rome, Damien and his new friends Carlos, Giancarlo, and Ali were out partying at a nightclub, when Giancarlo brought over two women. The Italian bodybuilder had his arms draped over the women’s shoulders. His long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his shirt was half unbuttoned as the two women stroked his smooth, muscular chest. The whiteness of the men pearl necklace around his thick neck contrasted with his deep tan.
“Dudes,” Giancarlo yelled over the loud throbbing music, “this is Li and Gina.”
Li was a petite Asian woman with exotic features while Gina was an Italian bombshell. Their short party dressing barely contained their large breasts. They definitely got the attention of the four bodybuilders.
“They and their friends are looking for some people to party with while they are in Rome,” Giancarlo grinned widely as he turned his head toward the three other women that stood at the bar looking at the group of sexy men. Each woman was dressed in expensive, revealing party dress, showing off their lustful curves.
Carlos, the mocha skin Brazilian underwear model, was the first to step forward and introduce himself to the tallest woman in the group, a red-haired. He was the shortest of the group of men but what he lacked in height he made up for in muscles.
Being a charmer, Carlos took her hand and kissed it, “I am Carlos.” His Brazilian accent was thick.
“Ivana,” the woman replied in an obviously Russian accent.
Ali, the masculine Arabian stallion with his well groomed beard and shaved bald head, quickly laid calm to Ivana’s sister Natasha. She was shorter than her sister but with bigger breasts and fuller ass.
That left Damien with Maria, a petti French woman, with long brown hair. He loved her accent and figure, and she in return liked his American good looks and sexy muscle packed body. The two groups spent the rest of the night dancing, partying and drinking. The women quickly had the four men’s shirts off as they ran their hands over their hard pecs and chiseled abs. He wants
“Dudes,” Carlos called out to his friend while the group danced on the dance floor, “Ivana and Natasha had their father’s yacht and wanted us to go party with them for a few days.” Natasha was hanging on to him, tracing his chisel 8 pack abs as his jeans hung low on his waist, reviving the waistband and several inches of his pure white CK briefs.
“Fuck yeah,” Damien shouted as Maria pulled him into a kiss.
When Damien thought the trip wouldn’t get any better, he and his new friends, Carlos, Giancarlo, and Ali met four hot babes at a nightclub in Rome and were invited on to a private yacht. The three studs wanted to pack their belongings to bring on board but the women told them not to bother.
“Don’t worry babes, it will only be two or three days. Plus, daddy keeps a full wardrobe of every size for guests and if we make a stop we will buy you whatever you need,” Natasha told them.
When the four friends got to the port and dock they were surprised by the sear size of the yacht. The “Ganymede” was the largest yacht any of the muscular men had ever been on. Being a history major in college, Ali thought it was an odd name for a yacht with its homosexual connection in Greek mythology. Ganymede the boy so beautiful that the god Zeus had to have him. Zeus turned himself into an eagle to swoop down from the heavens to catch the boy and brought him to Mount Olympus to be his personal cupbearer.
There were about a dozen crew members, all males, about the same ages as them and all equally muscular. Their uniforms consist of tight, short sleeves shirts and white short shorts. Even the Chinese captain looks like he should be a model and too youthful to command a ship the size as the Ganymede. His uniform appeared a size too small as it hugged his fit, athletic body. As soon as they were onboard the Ganymede pulled out of port. As the ship set out to sea the party began.
“You expect us to wear those,” Damien laughed as Ivana and Natasha gave them swim trunks.
The swim trunks were spandex either in bikini or square cuts and were meant to show off their impressive manhoods.
“Americans,” Carlos laughed. “Be brave,” Carlos grabbed the black bikini cut swimsuit.
Giancarlo and Carlos were used to wearing those sexy swimwear while Ali and Damien were more conservative. However, faced with the women's pleas, they relented and chose the more modest square cut suits.
“Sexy,” Maria responded as Damien came out in the skin tight swimwear.
Although it was the largest size available, the trunks barely covered Damien’s large plump ass. His impressive fat cock and balls were on full display under the tight, dark blue spandex. However, any insecurity he and Ali had quickly vanished as the liquor flowed freely. The music was loud and throbbing. The four friends were feeling so good, without any care or concerns. Carlos, the hot mocha skin Brazilian, grabs one of the champagne bottles, shaking it up and spraying Giancarlo and Ali with it. In return the tattooed Italian Giancarlo sprayed another bottle back at him. The four men were laughing and cheering as the expensive champagne ran down their big, beefy bodies. The Arabian Al’s black spandex swim trunks were soaked and his uncut cock was visible through the thin material. Damien opened another bottle, letting the bubbly spilled down his huge pecs and washboard abs. He tilted his head back, lifting the bottle to his sexy lips and drank straight from the bottle. They were so high and waisted with no care in the world.
The women were standing watching the four large, muscle bound studs. “They're going to fletch a lot of money,” the red-haired Ivana whispered in Russian.
“Especially the American, look at that ass. Those pervs on the island are going to love him,” Maria replied back.
“They are so dumb, they don’t even realize they are being drugged,” Li giggled.
“Should we contact Mr. Pompeii and tell him that they are ready,” Gina watched the sexy muscle studs dancing and having a good time.
“Oh he knows,” Ivana nodded to the cameras as she got up and approached Carlos.
Ivana put her hands on his chisel waist and began to dance. He was so aroused as he grind against her. His cock was throbbing. Ivana reached down and squeezed his cock through the black speedo, causing him to growl loudly. She put a small brown bottle to Carlos’s right nasal and encouraged him to inhale the liquid. His head was spinning as he took another sniff with his left nasal. Ivana smiled at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. She then pinched his nipples with her long sharp nails. He let out a low growl as his cock head poke out of the top of the bikini briefs. Right on the deck, Ivana began to peel his speedo down over his masculine hips. Carlos showed no emotion as being naked, instead he lifted the bottle of champagne to his mouth. The champagne spilled from his mouth and down his massive pecs. Ivana laughed and licked it off his chest. Then with a smirk on his face, he guided her into the cabin selection. He walked so cocky naked, his well developed buttocks flexing.
Li and Gina came up to Giancarlo and put their hands around his waist. He smiled at them as he draped his arms over the smaller women’s shoulders, while still holding a bottle of the expensive champagne in his right hand. Giancarlo was so turned on that a wet spot of pre-cum formed on the front of his red speedo.
“Later Dudes,” Giancarlo laughed as he led the two women into the cabin area.
Maria got up and made her way over to Damien. Damien pulled the bottle from his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as she put her arm around his chisel, narrow waist, stroking his lower back. His ass was like a shelf as she rested her arm on it. She then led him away into the cabin to one of the lavish suites. She couldn’t resist groping his big ass, as he draped his large left arm over her tiny shoulders. He then took another swing from the bottle.
Natasha didn’t bother taking Ali to one of the suites. She took his large brown right nipple into her mouth, causing him to moan loudly and gripped her blonde hair. She in return gripped his cock through the black trunks. Natasha then began to stroke the tube shaped outline of the throbbing cock, getting the Middle Eastern bodybuilder so horny. While still stroking his trapped cock, Natasha slowly kissed her way down his hot, muscular body until she was on her knees. Looking up at him, she slowly peeled down the spandex swim trunks, freely his cock. She then took the cock into her mouth and began to suck it. As her head bobbed up and down on the Arabian stallion she reached around him and gripped his fat ass, spreading the meaty cheeks. Natasha made sure that the straight Ali’s hairy hole was visible to the camera.
Once alone in the cabin, Maria took the bottle from Damien’s hand and let him flop back on the bed. The bed was so soft against his hard, muscular body. However, Damien's head was spinning and rocking with the ship’s motion.
“Fuck, my head. I think I drank too much,” Damien moaned.
“Relax baby,” Maria whispered as she knelt between his huge thighs.
She couldn’t help to admire how smooth his legs were as she ran her hands over the well defined quadriceps, causing the American bodybuilder to moan again. Maria then gripped the trunks and peeled them down. He grunted as he lifted his powerful hips off the bed to aid her in peeling the skin tight trunks over his huge ass. Damien’s cock then popped free. Maria was pleased as she gripped his fat cut cock in her small hands.
“I’m so lucky baby, I got the one with the most well endowed cock of your group,” she whispered as she stroked the cock. “It's such a shame that no woman would ever enjoy this beautiful cock again.”
Damien was too aroused and drugged to comprehend what she was saying. He mumbled something as she wrapped her lips around his fat cock head. It would be Damien’s last bow job he would ever received and the last time any woman would get fucked by that prime American beef. She was determined to give him a great blow job, however, she knew the poor stud wouldn’t remember it for long. She ran her hands up the smooth competition ready thighs that were as big around as her waist. Maria then continued moving her hands up to his chisel, steroid enhanced abs. She dug her long nails into the cobblestone abs as he moaned and put his hands over his face, displaying his huge biceps which made his arms as thick as his head. Unfortunately for Maria, the hot bodybuilder passed out cold within minutes.
In the next cabin, Li and Gina were enjoying Giancarlo’s cock as he took turns fucking both of them. They were turning him on so much. As he fuck them they made out, knowing that it was driving the hunky Italian wild seeing them kiss. Then while Giancarlo was fucking Gina, Li moved behind him and teased his tight hole with her finger and tongue.
“No, not my asss,” Giancarlo tried to protest in Italian even as he shot his load into Gina’s pussy.
“Shhh, baby,” Li laughed and pushed her finger into his hole.
“Noo,” Giancarlo tried to pull out of Gina but the other woman wrapped her arms and legs around the 6 '4 " body.
“Just enjoy it,” Gina laughed.
His huge muscles were helpless as Gina skillfully tightened her vigina around his cock, milking it while Li expertly applied pressure to his virgin prostate. Within minutes he was blowing his load again before passing out.
Li laughed, “get used to it, stud. Your boypussy is going to be put through plenty of use where you are going.”
Damien was barely awake and goggy as he was lifted out of the bed by two large muscular men in body hugging neoprene wetsuits. They dragged the naked Damien out of the cabin by his arms, his muscular legs dragging uselessly on the deck. He was unable to fight or resist as he hung limply in their strong hands. The cool ocean breeze woke him a bit but he was still helpless as the two armed men dropped him on to his knees besides Giancarlo, Carlos, and Ali. He barely noticed that they were all naked, with their cocks still visibly hard. Giancarlo, Carlos, and Ali’s arms were already bound behind their wide backs and each wore a dog-like collar around their thick necks. One of the wetsuit clad men pulled Damien’s arms behind his bare back and quickly fastened cuffs on them, while another fastened a collars around his neck. As soon as the collar was attached Damien felt a sharp pinch on the back of his neck. Unable to fight, the bodybuilder just grunted at the brief pain. The collar felt so tight against his thick neck.
Despite the situation and being barely able to focus, the four friends’s cocks were hard and throbbing. Still unable to comprehend what was going on, Damien looked over at Giancarlo. The tall Italian bodybuilder’s long black hair hung loose to his mountainous shoulders, covering his face. On the other side of Giancarlo, knelt Ali. The muscular Arabian’s beard was wet with drool. Carlos tried to struggle to stand but his now useless muscles were no match against the wetsuit clad soldiers. Soldiers were the best description of the dozen men that tower over them, with their matching suits, high and tight buzz cut hair, and military grade weapons. Each was as muscular as the four bodybuilders. The neoprene hugged and showed off every sculpted bugle and muscle.
“Where Maria,” Damien was bare to mumble.
Damien looked over and saw the five women. Even in his drugged state he knew they were not hostages or in danger. Maria was even smiling at him.
The sounds of footsteps on the ship’s deck turned Damien’s head. His blue eyes fell upon the white shoes and suit of Xavier Pompeii.
“Well, my dears, you did very good,” Xavier addressed the women as he admired their catch.
