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======================================== Email: Jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter ======================================= A Ticket to TwinkLand: Chapter One =======================================
"Nathan Walker?" my ears pricked up at the sound of my name, "Will Nathan Walker please report for check in?"
With my heart pounding against my ribcage, I took out my passport and approached the desk...
To say that my life was crazy right now would be an absolute understatement. In a week, I'd gone from being an average run of the mill teenager to someone who was being called one of the luckiest people in the world. On my 18th birthday, my parents had surprised me with eighteen separate gifts. They ranged from cute jokey style presents, which called back to a time in my youth, to incredibly thoughtful and useful gifts for my future. But it had been a secret nineteenth present, bought by my dad, that had led to all of this excitement.
"Willy Wanka's" was the leading supplier of all gay-related sex-based products: porn films, sex toys, bondage gear, lube, etc. If you could come up with it, they would sell it. Over the last couple of years, the company had been diversifying further and expanding their operations into the world of travel. "TwinkLand" was created. It was supposed to be a one-of-a-kind resort staffed with the most beautiful twinks from around the world and a huge range of new experiences and adventures to try - at least, that's what the informational booklet I'd received had said. As part of the promotional launch, five lucky guys were being given the chance to be the first to holiday there and engage in everything that the island had to offer. All you had to do to win one of the highly coveted places was to find a golden cockring concealed in one of Willy Wanka's products.
People spent fortunes searching for them - I mean seriously thousands and thousands of pounds were spent by people who really didn't have that money to begin with. I hadn't been involved in the search. Whilst I am gay, and out to everyone, I'm not very sexually experienced. Well... that's not quite the whole truth... I'm not sexually experienced at all. Besides, I'd been 17 while most of the search had been taking place so I couldn't have bought anything even if I'd wanted to. So what had happened when my dad brought me that secret gift completely blew my mind.
"Here. It's something all men should have - I know I've enjoyed mine. Erm... different type of course though no judgement here, son." he'd said, smiling at me whilst handing me a parcel, "Just don't let your mother see that you've got it! She'll kill me for getting you one." With that, he'd left the room, insisting that I open the present when I was on my own.
I'd laid back on the bed, my 6ft5 frame far too big now for the single sleeper in my room, and let my size 12 feet dangle over the edge as unwrapped it. When I first saw the Willy Wanka's logo, I gasped and actually dropped it. Look, I may be inexperienced but I'm not entirely innocent: the family's parental controls hadn't been successful in blocking my access to porn since I was 15 and Willy Wanka's was a name I was very familiar with and not something I was expecting to see on a present from my dad!
It was a sex toy. For my 18th birthday, my dad had bought me a masturbator. And not just any masturbator. No, this one was an arse type fleshjack modelled on "Conor Adams", one of Willy Wanka's most popular twinks and definitely someone I'd shot a few loads over whilst watching him perform. My first set of questions was more practical in nature: how on earth do they know what the inside of Conor's arse feels like? Did that sexy little twink have something poured inside of him in order to take a mould or was it some sort of scan? I mean, does the toy really feel like him or are you just supposed to think that? Of course, after putting about 15 seconds worth of thought into those, the fact that I now had an actual sex toy, and had been encouraged to enjoy it, made every other question completely irrelevant.
Clothes had been torn off, in some cases literally: I actually did rip my boxers in my haste to remove them. But, within a handful of seconds, I was laid back on my bed, completely naked and ready to get stuck in. With one hand on the masturbator, I ran the other over my body. I was pretty proud of what I'd developed over the last few years: a decent 40-inch chest which tapered down to a toned 32-inch waist. I'd always been told that I was good looking with my messy dirty-blonde hair, greenish-blue eyes and strong jawline. My favourite part of my body was the one I was going to be playing with now. My cock was a thick, uncut piece of eight-inch meat. Even when just wanking it, it felt heavy in my hand. The head was mushroom like and I loved seeing my foreskin roll back and forth over my glans. I even gave it a few tugs before putting the masturbator on and, already, the tip of my dick was swimming in precum.
With it being the first time I'd used it, I didn't last long with the toy. I'm not going to lie to you and pretend that I'm some insanely powerful dom top who can last forever and a day before I cum. As you know, I'm a fucking virgin and the giant nature of my cock doesn't change that. Still, in my mind, as I slid that tight, smooth toy up and down my thick meat, I couldn't help but picture Conor Adam's tight arse beneath me. I'd swear I could even hear him moaning out and whimpering as I drove myself in deeper, hitting often untouched places inside of him. In my head, he was both begging me to stop and to never ever stop at the same time and I loved how I was making him act like a total slut.
As I filled up the inside of the toy with a quite substantial load, reality hit me again: I knew that I'd barely even be able to talk to Conor if I was to ever meet him, let alone actually dominate the little twink. But it didn't really matter - it wasn't like I was ever going to meet him, was I? And I doubted that I'd actually feel ready to have sex with anyone just yet so whether I'd be able to tap into my dominant side wasn't really going to be relevant, was it?
And that's when I noticed the golden cockring that had fallen from the packaging onto the bed beside me.
So here I am. After a whirlwind week of company phone calls, interviews and a rather uncomfortable and intimate health, hygiene and measurement check, I was about to board a private flight to TwinkLand. I had no idea how long as I going to be gone for but the representative from Willy Wanka's had said not to bother packing anything at all: they'd provide me with everything I needed for as long as I was there. They were covering every expense and, if I'd had a job, they would have even paid my work to give me as much time off as I'd wanted. The only thing I had to bring with me was the golden cockring, which I had safely in my pocket. This whole thing just sounded amazing but, I'll be honest, I was extremely nervous as the airport worker waved me through and onto the plane.
"Welcome, Sir," I was greeted at the entrance to the aircraft by a young ginger twink. He was quite a bit shorter than me, roughly 5ft6, and had the prettiest green eyes. His bright smile and cute little dimples immediately put me at ease. His attire, however, made one part of me very... rigid... indeed. It seemed that the twink's uniform for this flight was to be a skimpy pair of boxers which left very little to the imagination and allowed me to drink in his beautifully toned body.
"Nathan," I said as I held out my hand for him to shake.
He took it in a delicate shake: "Felix, Sir. It really is a pleasure to have you on board. I have to say, they told me that the final winner was sexy but they undersold quite what a stud you are, Sir."
"Oh..." and of course I did the very un-dom-like thing of blushing deeply, my cheeks turning a crimson that almost matched the boy's hair, "Thank you."
"Just the truth, Sir."
"Did you say final winner?" I asked. None of the promotional videos that ran at the start of Willy Wanka's porn videos had mentioned anything about any of the golden cockrings being found, even after I'd come across mine so I was pretty surprised to find out that the competition was over.
"Yes," the cute twink smiled at me, his white teeth standing out against the ruby-red of his thick lips, "Everyone else is already on the island. You'll meet them in time, I'm sure. But your experience of TwinkLand is all about you so don't give the other winners a second thought."
As you might expect, I'd never been on a private plane before and when Felix showed me the set-up, I was really taken aback. I had this huge space with a very comfortable and padded reclining chair. There was huge TV screen in front of where I'd be sat and an onboard bar and kitchen ready to serve me anything I could ever want. Felix seemed quite happy with my reaction and took about tending to me and ensuring that I was nicely settled before the plane took off.
"Anything you need, Sir, just tell me what you want. A foot massage perhaps?" he asked, looking down at the Adidas trainers on my huge size 12 feet.
"Erm... no... I'm ok... thanks," I'd always been a little embarrassed about the size of my feet so didn't get them out really in front of other people if I could help it.
"Very well, Sir," the little ginger smiled but I could tell he seemed disappointed and I actually felt a little guilty at that.
For the first part of the flight, I just sat back and relax. Felix brought me over a couple of cokes and, as a snack, the most elaborate versions of mini pizzas I'd ever seen. Each time he came back, the young twink made that same offer of a foot rub, even going so far as to tell me how much my trainers must be hurting my feet and that he could take them off for me if I wanted him to. As before, with each request, I just felt too embarrassed and I rejected the offers. After I'd finished with the second coke, I was beginning to feel quite tired, which was strange as I'd not been sleepy at all before the flight and, in fact, had slept most of the ride up to the airport. I was barely an hour into my selected in-flight movie before my eyelids were too heavy to resist and I felt myself drift away.
An unusual sensation woke me: a wet but warm feeling against the bottom of my feet. In that place between awake and asleep, I found myself trying to rationalise and explain away that strange contact against my skin but, as my brain fought through the grogginess, there was no mistaking it. My foot was bare and someone was running something very warm and very wet up and down it.
My eyes darted open and I lifted my head. My trainers had been removed and were now discarded on the floor along with my white cotton socks. Both of my size 12 feet were out, open to the air, and the 5ft6 cutie, Felix, had his eyes closed and was running his tongue along the underside of my right foot.
"Mmm," I heard him moan out, "Oh... yum."
"What the..." I started to say but I stopped short when I realised that I couldn't sit up. Across my body were two thick red straps: one at my shoulders and one halfway down my torso. My wrists were secured separately on the two arm rests and my ankles also had those same red straps: one around each one with them secured to each side of the leg rest. Whilst my head was free, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move my body.
"Felix!" I cried out, a clear state of panic in my voice.
"Oh good!" he stopped licking and looked up at me, "You're awake: feet are so much more responsive when the guy is awake."
With that, he went straight back and gave my left foot a long lick, dragging his tongue up from the back of heel all the way to my toes, which tensed and then stretched involuntarily. "So good..." I heard him mutter.
"What the hell! Let me go!" My voice was louder now as I pulled against my bonds.
Felix just sighed, one of exasperation: "Look, I needed a big dom guy and I get that you're too nicey-nicey to be that for me but that doesn't change what I need."
My face must have been the picture of confusion - I had no idea what he was talking about and, clearly, it showed as he continued on.
"Do you have any idea what it's like? I've spent the last year of my life on an island full of bottoms! There are no tops... anywhere. None of us have been fucked in the entire time we've been there. For some of us, that's years!"
"I..." I began but he interrupted me.
"Maybe it was too much to hope for that you'd come on this flight and let me show you just how fucking good I am at worshipping feet. When I saw your massive ones, I knew that I was in for a treat but then you just... denied me! Do you have any idea how long I've been craving a sweaty set of soles like yours?"
"But I..."
"Urgh!" he cried out, "Just stop. I'm going to enjoy these meaty, sweaty teenage feet whether you like it or not."
With that, he pulled down the tiny pair of boxers he had been wearing and, as I opened my mouth again to speak, they were stuffed in.
Bound and now gagged, I had no choice but to lay there as a naked Felix continued to lick and kiss my soft soles. His tongue was talented and even started to trace out little patterns as it danced across my skin. These, more than anything else, caused me to wiggle my big, long toes and I could see the twink kept looking up at them as they moved. What happened next sent pulses firing through my body and directly to my cock, which had already started to chub up a bit. Feeling Felix's big lips and warm mouth envelope one of my big toes and start to suck was an experience like I'd never had before. It felt as if there was a single long nerve connecting that toe to my dick and I was completely hard within seconds. Something that was not missed by Felix.
"Oh fuck..." he moaned out, after letting my toe fall from his perfect lips, "You're huge, aren't you?"
I tried to respond but the twink's boxers in my mouth muffled any sound and stopped it from leaving. My attempt, however, caused the underwear to slip further into my mouth and the fabric was now resting against my tongue. A new taste hit my tongue: sweaty yet pleasant, flavourful yet not overwhelming. I realised that my tongue must have been pressed up against the crotch of Felix's boxer-briefs and that I was, in fact, tasting where his cock and balls had been.
I'm not going to lie to you. Whilst I'd not started this off, I was beyond turned on right now. The waves of pleasure I'd gotten from this ginger twink's worship of my feet had been enough to get me hard but to know that I was tasting him on my tongue - tasting a twink for the very first time - really got my cock throbbing. It distracted me enough from what was going on around me that I didn't really notice Felix fiddling with a latch under the footrest and then pulling my legs apart. I cried out in shock as they parted, still bound to their individual sections of the recliner but freeing a space for the little cutie to crawl between my legs.
His hand gently rubbed the outline of my bulge through my joggers and I'm pretty sure I moaned out. Yes it was through clothes but this was the first time anyone other than me had touched my dick. Seemingly encouraged, I noticed Felix reach for something and then immediately panicked as I saw that his fingers were closed around the handle of a knife.
"Stay completely still," he warned me and, not wanting to risk anything, I obeyed. With one clean motion, he cut through the material of my joggers and, after dropping the knife, reached in to pull out my cock.
"Fuckkkk..." he moaned, elongating the word, "You're so hard. Where's the..."
He looked up at me and I nodded towards the pocket which contained the golden cockring. The slender fingers of one hand started to stroke my cock whilst the digits of the other slid into my pocket and collected the cockring. He was careful whilst placing it on me but, as soon as it surrounded the base of my dick, I felt as if my cock swelled even further, noticeably thickening. Fuck... it looked so heavy and huge in Felix's small hands that I almost came right then and there. But I'm glad I didn't: I'd have really missed out on what came next.
With his thick, red lips, the ginger twink planted kisses all along the underside of my shaft. With each one, he'd rise up just a little further until, after something like ten separate kisses, he arrived at the head of my cock. There, his lips parted, sliding tightly over the mushroom head and taking me into his mouth, just as he had done with my toe only minutes earlier. His tongue slid beneath, teasing that most sensitive part as he started to suck. A hot, wet vacuum-like mouth sealed around my thick, rock-hard eight-inch cock. The sight was fucking beautiful and the fact that I could taste this sexy lad on my tongue just made it even better.
I wanted more. As I felt him slowly start to slide down the length of my shaft, my throbbing cock head heading towards this throat, I wanted to just take hold of him and push him down, forcing every inch all the way into him. I cried out and struggled so hard against the restraints, so tight against my body, but it was no use: control here didn't belong to me. It was Felix who decided everything here. Fortunately, our minds aligned on this. There was gagging when I hit the back of his throat - a side effect of a year with practise, I'm sure - but he didn't let that stop him and it wasn't long before I felt the supreme tightness of his throat gripping so intensely around my head and the start of my shaft.
I'm certain that some of you reading this would have been able to hold off your orgasm and let him really throat-fuck himself on your huge, thick cocks. But this was the first time I'd ever felt a throat surrounding my cock. You know what it's like that first time: that sensation of being so tightly held that it even makes your legs weak. There was no way that I could hold off. He managed to fuck his throat up and down my shaft about ten times, though never all the way down, before I started moaning out so fiercely into the gag. My balls were tightening: I was able to practically feel the spunk travelling up inside of me. With an almighty cry, my balls twitching and my cock throbbing, I emptied into his willing and waiting mouth.
Jet after jet, rope after rope. I flooded this little twink's throat and mouth with a huge load of teenage spunk. Fuck... I even saw his cheeks puff out as he struggled to swallow it all in time. Little white dribbles leaked out through the seal his lips had formed, leaving streaks of cum as they trickled down his chin. My fingernails dug into the armrests and my toes were as outstretched as could be. It was the more intense and overwhelming orgasm of my young life.
As the pulses began to wane, I felt him pull off of me, his cheeks still full. Looking directly at me, Felix swallowed and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I could still see the strings of white cum connecting the top and bottom of his mouth as well as those bits that had dribbled out. Never had I seen a sexier looking boy and, when he removed his boxers from my mouth, I told him so.
"I know that my response was a little... much," he said, "But you need to know something here, Sir. You're going to be the first top that any of these bottom boys have seen for a while. They need a lot from you - they need you to dominate them. And... well... if you aren't able to do that then..." His voice trailed off.
"Then what?" I asked.
"Then those boys are so wound up that they'll be prepared to just take what they need."
======================================== Email: Jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter =======================================
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