Paradise Island? (Complete story)

[mczapl]

Chapter 1 "The advertisement"

 

Joe read the advertisement. He read it again. Yes, it did state what was written.

 

"An extremely wealthy man and his partner seek intimate male company for summer holidays on their private island. All costs covered. Applicants must be young, athletic and be willing to fulfill ALL needs of the couple. Applications together with a set of body pictures to be submitted to the following email address…."

 

He felt it was his lucky day. He fulfilled the criteria ideally. He was 22, 185 cm (6"1) and 105 kg (230 lbs) of muscle. He was also broke and had no summer plans. Joe believed that this was a dream job - he will lie down on the beach during the day and at night he will join the two probably older men and fuck them. He will be well fed and he will work out, cause they will have a gym for sure. A dream holiday.

 

He smiled as he realized the usefulness of the photo session he did last month. The photographer worshiped him both with the lense and with his hands and tongue. That was the payment for the photo set, cause Joe had no funds to pay him. The very little extra funds he had went to purchase of gear.

 

Speaking of gear - maybe the rich guy will provide it too?

 

He wrote the email describing himself and adding all the good pictures he had. 

 

One picture showed him curling the EZ bar loaded with 60 kg (130 lbs). His fully pumped 47 cm (19 inch) biceps were stretched to the max (cold they were 5 cm (2") smaller). Blood was pulsating under the skin. Veins criss-crossing creating a beautiful map of an unknown terrain. The viewer was invited to lick them while Joe struggled with the weight.

 

Just behind the EZ bar, you could see Joe's meaty pecs. Not as pumped as the arms (it was arm day, not pec day), but proportionally built. He always wanted bigger pecs. The ones he had, a dream for most average guys his age, were certainly not big enough for him.

And just above the pecs you could see Joe's handsome young face. His sparkling blue eyes, his dark blond, slightly curly hair, his long eyelashes…

 

He could work as a model with his great body and charming face. He just had no connections to the modeling business. But maybe some day…

 

Another picture showed Joe seductively lying on a sofa with just red briefs on. It showed Joe's legs, which were his pride. He never skipped leg days. Big meaty well-defined quads, quite good hamstrings (less visible on the photo), and those calves … he was gifted with great calf genetics and he used it to the max. He was extremely proud of his 44 cm (18") diamond calves. And at the end of the photo were his feet. These have been admired and worshiped by several of his lovers. Long and elegant, he always thought that there was something royal in them.

 

A third picture showed his back. He had a really good V-shape with a thick upper back. He loved pulldown and rowing exercises. And below his back was his lovely meaty ass grown by countless squats. He loved to top, but he was vers and he sometimes allowed lucky guys to fuck him. And they were always in awe of his back door.

 

He was thinking of telling his ex about the advertisement, but then he had a second thought - Ben was such a jerk, that he didn't deserve to have a perk holiday.

 

Once the email was ready and the pics attached, he clicked the "Send" button.

 

And waited.

 

[arpeejay]

Looking forward to the next installment.

[Jtchef2]

This will be very good! Can’t wait 

[Ro20316]

Oh I bet he doesnt know what he is getting into...

[dominantmusclemaster]

I suspect Joe is about to discover his real place in the food chain. Looking forward to this.

[mczapl]

Chapter 2 "The answer"

 

He got an email two days later. Joe was quite nervous when he was opening it. What will it say? Will he spend a dream holiday on a paradise island or will it be a regular summer, with time spent in the gym and in a few nearby clubs where he already fucked all the hotties and those unhot who dreamt of him couldn't afford him anyway?

 

Well - the only way to know was to read the mail.

 

"Dear Joe,

 

Thank you for your application. After careful consideration, together with my partner Harald, despite your submission of an incomplete portfolio, as there were no nude pictures provided…"

 

Shit! Thought Joe. He didn't even think that he should have added nude pics…and then he realized that he had no professionally made nude pics…he ought to go to that photographer for another worship-photo session…but now it is too late…

 

"...we have decided exceptionally to allow you to pass the first verification phase. The second phase will be done in person by both of us on the island.

Please find a QR code attached to this email which should serve as a one-way boat ticket. 

Please show it to the boat personnel on Quai 4 of the port authorities of Hiddson Bay.

The boat leaves on Friday 30 June at 3 pm sharp. Do not be late!

 

Your lustfully,

 

Baron Edgar von Nudlingen."

 

Joe felt thrilled. It seems he passed! He will show the Baron all the very best of him. He will overcome the initial mistake. If the Baron wants him nude - he will be nude. He will show him, well he will show both of them, that he is hot as fuck, that he is pure sex and lust. A sex machine if needed.

He will beat the other candidates. Maybe even physically beat up if needed. He will be the chosen one!

 

He packed all his best and most sexy clothes paying special attention to his underwear. There was not much of it and it all fit in his gym bag.

 

Friday was the following day and he still needed to drive by bus to Hiddson Bay, which was over 4 hours away. He bought the coach tickets online. Luckily they weren't expensive. He went to bed early, because he planned to do an early morning workout before hitting the bus. 

 

He was dreaming of luxury of the island of Baron Edgar von Somewhere, where he will not only fuck the Baron and his lover, but also other hot candidates who, despite being less hot than him, and would thus loose, would be hot enough to fuck and enjoy. The dream was so hot, that he woke up with a big white stain on the mattress. He smiled.

 

The early morning workout at 6 am went well. The gym was nearly empty and he could easily pursue his circuit. It was arms day, which also meant that the training was shorter and he could catch the bus. The bus stop was in fact very close to the gym.

 

After series of dumbbell, barbell, cable and machine curls, his biceps were so pumped and exhausted that they refused any more reps. He couldn't bend his arms, even without any weight. 

 

It was time to torture the triceps. 40 minutes later his arms were completely numb. It was time to stop the masochistic pleasure, grab a shower, drink whey and head to the bus.

 

The bus ride was semi-boring. He didn't even think of checking if any other riders could be his potential counter-candidates.

 

Hiddson Bay was a dull but cozy town which was easily walkable, so after 40 minutes he was in the port. Good, cause it was nearly 2 pm. He found the quai 4 and showed the QR code to a fat lady who scanned it and let him in. There was a waiting room where there were several guys already standing. A quick scan revealed that many of them could be heading to Paradise Island. Most of them were eyeing each other, trying to be discreet in the process.

 

Joe looked at the first guy on the left. A well built Latino. Shorter than him by 12 cm (5") at least, but probably the same weight, as his muscles, especially in the chest and arms seemed huge. He was very handsome looking, like a Latino lover from a soap opera. Joe approved his body and decided to try to fuck the guy when opportunity arises.

 

The guy on the right was less of a competition. Young, white, tall, a bit on the skinny side, pale and seemed a bit shy. Joe ticket him off the list of dangerous competitors.

 

Then there was an Indian looking guy. He wasn't very well defined, but he was quite muscular and seemed more of a strongman than a bodybuilder. Joe still thought he was better himself, but wasn't sure the Baron used the same criteria.

 

Then, more in the corner Joe noticed two guys who were even bigger and stronger than him. His heart leaped. The guys looked like they just won their bodybuilding state competition two days ago and they still were in competition shape. These guys were included in the "very dangerous competition" category.

 

And on and on it went. Joe counted - there were 30 of them all together. Himself included. THIRTY! Holy shit! He was expecting to fight and win over 3-4 guys, not a whole classroom! And what a quality of classroom it was! He wasn't so sure of his win anymore. Especially over the two stage ready bodybuilders.

 

And Joe wasn't even able to check everyone, as half of the group was standing behind someone else …

 

Finally boarding started and they entered one by one. The boat was rather small, but new and clean.

 

Joe continued to scan competitors. A few were an easy win, but most were similar size and musculature than his. And at least five guys were clearly bigger and better. Well, of course assuming that the Baron and his lover will opt for size.

 

Then Joe saw an amazing male beauty. A splendid dark skinned, probably Afro-american bodybuilder. He was of similar height but he easily had 15 kg (33 lbs) of muscles more. And his definition! Wow! As he was shirtless, Joe admired all the striations of his huge back. With every move the sunlight focused on different curves and dents of his splendid back. It looked amazing. He seemed so confident that Joe thought that this was a type of a guy that he could allow to mount him and penetrate.

 

Joe's cock immediately stiffed thinking of such a hot scenario. It quickly passed the 6 inch, then 7", 8" and ended with a glorious 9.5" (29 cm). Joe was always proud of his instrument. By the way - what cock size could that bodybuilder have? Probably he was hung. Joe never had anything longer than 7" (18 cm) in his ass. And he hoped that it wouldn't be drastically bigger.

 

The guy felt Joe's gaze on his back. He turned around, smiled widely with his perfectly white teeth, looked at Joe like you scan a new prey, put forward his huge masculine paw aiming for a handshake and said: "Hi! I'm Joseph! And who are you?"

 

Everything was a bit too quick for Joe to analyze, but he automatically grabbed the paw and said: "I'm Joe. Nice to meet you Joseph!"

 

And then he felt it. The iron grip. Crushing his fingers. Showing which hand is superior. Who is the better Alpha. .

 

Joe gulped. He resisted, but they both felt quickly who has the upper hand.

 

Joe felt a wave of lust. He wanted to tongue-kiss Joseph, to be fucked by him right now. There, in the middle of the boat. But his carnal instincts had to be halted. Maybe there will be an option on the island. But not yet now.

 

It was nearly sunset. The sky was beautifully red. The boat was slowly approaching the island.

 

Thirty hot hunks waiting for an inspection.

[Rikk]

Well, this heated up suddenly.  More please.

[Jtchef2]

The plot thickens

this is awesome 

[Ripped]

Hmmm…sounds like A Most Dangerous Game to me.

[mczapl]

Thanks for the encouragement. Chapter 3 is nearly ready.