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======================================== Email: Jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter ======================================= A Ticket to TwinkLand: Chapter Two =======================================
I couldn't hold what Felix had done to me against him. He explained to me how he'd built up this fantasy of what would happen when he was finally allowed to leave the island and meet me in person. To him, I could see how my shyness and embarrassment had come across entirely as rejection. I guess, for Felix, it felt like a hunger and, in his mind, the entire flight was just going to be him licking big sweaty feet, getting throatfucked and being pounded like a slut. At least, that's what he told me he'd imagined. So I couldn't be mad at him. Hell, part of me even felt guilty that I'd not been able to give him what it was that he'd needed and that he'd had no other choice than to take it from me. Besides, my first experience of a tongue on my soles had been unexpectedly erotic and his warm, wet mouth around my cock had blown my mind as well as my load. Still, his warning about the other twinks on the island lingered in my head: would all of them really just take what they needed from me like he had done?
I know what you'll be saying now as you read this. Come on, Nathan. Just man up. You've got an island full of cock-starved, sexy little twinks that would love to feel you rail them as hard as you possibly could. Fuck, they'd probably let you do anything you wanted to them. But that's just it: what do I do? From the moment I discovered gay porn, I've always imagined myself in that dominant top role. In every scene, I'd put myself in the place of that guy and imagine myself doing all these dirty things to those oh so willing boys. But when I was actually in that situation in real life, I completely froze. I knew that I was definitely going to have to make some changes if I was to make the most of the opportunities I could have in TwinkLand.
The rest of the flight wasn't particularly long and I let the little ginger cutie massage my size 12 feet for the time we had left. I mean... he just started doing it anyway but I didn't say no or get him to stop. Sure, I was still strapped down on the chair but I'm sure he'd have stopped if I'd have really wanted him to. After a smooth landing, the plane pulled up to the only terminal at the island's airport. Felix gave each of my toes a little kiss before releasing me from my confines.
"So... I know I ruined your joggers but don't worry: you won't need them," the sexy twink reassured me, "There's no expectation for guests to wear clothes in TwinkLand."
"What?" I was completely shocked.
"Yeah, I mean... there are clothing options. We could make you an appointment for a fitting and get some new gear but you really don't have to wear anything at all. Well, except your golden cockring. You'll need that on all the time."
My hand, finally free, went to the golden device around the base of my cock and balls. It's strange: it had felt much bigger before, so much so that I'd have expected it to fall off my cock now that it had softened. But it was just as snuggly fitted as it had been when my twink dick had been much longer and thicker.
"Don't fiddle with it," Felix chastised me, slapping my hands away, "You'll need that for everything on the island: check in, room service, any of the packages on offer. Think of it like a resort card. Luckily, it should stay on quite easily so you'll never lose it."
Part of me was a little disappointed when I left Felix behind at the airport but he assured me I'd see him again at some point. Despite his recommendations, I'd left my top and the tattered remnants of my joggers on my body: I had no desire to be naked in front of a whole bunch of strangers. Well... some desire but not yet! However, as it happened, I need not have worried much. When I got to the resort there was just one guy there to greet me.
Jack introduced himself as my personal assistant for however long I was going to be on the island. In his words, his job was to make sure that I had the best stay possible and I have to say that it was getting off to a great start with the level of eye candy he provided me with. The boy was just my type: short and skinny with a messy mop of blonde hair. The cutest smile caused little dimples to form in his cheeks and his eyes were a dazzling blue. In the fantasy running through my mind, I figured I could probably pick him up and just bounce the sexy little fucker on my big cock as we walked to the building I was going to call my own for the duration of my stay. In reality, seeing him made me blush so deeply that I felt as if my face was on fire and I was barely able to mumble out a hi. I was especially embarrassed because, aside from a small bracelet, the sexy eighteen-year-old was only wearing a black jockstrap with the Willy Wanka logo on the front. His body was amazing! A tight little six pack, pecs that were toned but not big, and when he turned around and revealed his bum to me, I swear I actually moaned out loud. Not all of the blood was running to my cheeks: my cock was definitely beginning to thicken. It was made worse by what happened next.
"You've got your golden cockring, right?" he said, looking me up and down.
"Yeah," I nodded down towards my crotch, "it's..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Jack's hand shot out and straight through the hole in my joggers.
"Oh... fuck," I gasped as I felt his fingers slide over my shaft and down to the ring.
My eyes closed as I wanted for the inevitable: Jack clearly wanted my cock, just like Felix had warned me, and I was about to get wanked off, possibly even sucked again. But just as soon as his probing fingers touched the cockring, the cute blonde pulled his hand away and carried on walking towards my condo. I was confused, turned on, frustrated and disappointed all rolled into one. The little tease even wiggled his sexy bubble bum for me as I followed behind him. Fuck! If fantasy me could break through into reality me, that little slut wouldn't know what hit him.
My condo was right on the beach. It turned out to be a huge room set over different levels with a kitchen space on the first level towards the back, a lounging or living area on the level below and then it culminated in the final lowest level on which sat an enormous bed. A gigantic floor to ceiling window spanned all three levels and provided me with an uninterrupted view out to sea. My breath was literally taken away. Sure, there was no privacy for the bedroom but it wasn't like I was staying with anyone else so I guess that didn't matter. Off the 'living' level was a luxurious bathroom with the biggest shower I'd ever seen, a bath that felt like a small swimming pool and even a steam room! My jaw was on the floor and Jack giggled at my reaction.
"I'll let you get settled in. I'll head back in a bit to help you plan tomorrow's activities." And with that, I was left alone.
It will come as no shock to you, given that you've all been teenage boys once, that as soon as I was alone, I stripped off and lay back on the bed. My eight inches of thick teen cock was already rock hard and I'd even begun to leak through the front of my underwear with all of my time spent staring at Jack's beautiful little arse. Fuck... I bet that thing was so amazingly tight. With eyes closed, I started to stroke my dick. The golden cockring appeared to swell and grow in response, almost as if it was adapting to my meat. Just as it had on the plane, wearing it seemed to make me even longer and thicker than normal.
As my fingers closed around the shaft and started to slide my foreskin up and down, exposing my mushroom head each time, I could feel the precum leaking out of me and dribbling down over my hand. I was so fucking horny, despite only cumming a couple of hours or so before, and feeling how my cock pulsed with every stroke was just making me need to spunk even more. My second hand went to my balls, feeling the weight of them in my big hands and lightly tugging on them. Fucking loved doing that when I wanked: it always made me moan out and this time was no exception.
"Oh... mmm... yes..." my voice was only quiet: I'd had years of having to keep the volume down during my wanking sessions so as not to get caught by my family but it was then that I realised that I was completely alone here. I could be as loud as I wanted to be.
With eyes screwed tightly closed, I pictured Jack in front of me and imagined all the things I wanted to do to that little bubble butt. As I did, I verbalised them and turned the air blue with all the nasty, dirty words I was saying. I moaned and groaned and panted so loudly, finally released from the restrictions of having a bedroom next to your parents' room.
My balls were tightening and pulling back up closer to my body. My shaft was throbbing with every long stroke. I was getting closer. It was almost as if I could feel it building up inside of me, feel the spunk travelling through my body. I was ready. I needed it. I was about to...
"What the fuck are you doing?!" a voice screamed at me and my eyes shot open. My hand released my pulsing cock: I'd been right on the edge but this voice had pierced through the moment and now I was denied the pleasure that I'd so desperately craved.
"I can't believe you!" With that second shout, I'd recognised the voice as Jack's and, as I turned, I could see the blonde twink coming down the stairs to the bedroom level.
"I... I..."
"You selfish idiot! What the hell were you thinking touching your dick like that?!" He was so angry at me.
"I just wanted to cum," my voice was quiet and felt small in the huge space. Despite being a foot taller than Jack, I somehow felt like a little boy being told off by his dad.
"Exactly!" he shouted at me, "What a waste that would have been! Countless twinks here are hungry for your spunk and you were just going to what? Waste it over your chest? Wipe it away with a tissue? What a fucking waste!"
Oh! A switch in my brain clicked. This was exactly how Felix had sounded before he'd worshipped my sweaty size 12s and sucked on my dick. Jack just wanted my cock: he was definitely going to drop to his knees and beg to suck this load out of me, surely?
Well... that's not quite what happened. Jack reached for his wrist and touched something on his bracelet. Immediately, I felt movement around the base of my dick: the golden cockring was doing something it never had before. For a second, it felt weird and then, in an instant, my cock started to soften. Eight inches of thick, throbbing dick was lost in a few moments, leaving me flaccid although still with copious amounts of precum leaking out. Just as I was about to open my mouth, my supposed personal assistant pressed somewhere else on the bracelet. Shock and fear flooded through me as new panels began to emerge from the golden cockring. They slid out and down over my cock. Too late did I realise what was happening: Jack was encasing my soft dick within some sort of device. My balls were still free but my cock was now confined all the way down to the slit on my head.
"There," he said, "Now none of that precious spunk will be wasted."
"You... you can't do this to me!" I was the one beginning to get upset now.
"Yes, I can. Didn't you read all of the terms and conditions?"
"I..." after a sigh, I continued, "No, I didn't."
Jack shock his head in disbelief: "Look, I didn't want to have to do this but we can't have you wasting cum like that. Until you're able to behave properly, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to control your cock for you."
"Jack please..." I pleaded, "I need my dick. I... just please."
"I don't like this any more than you do," Jack's words were calm and measured in contrast to my whiny pleas, "But we have no other choice. You've brought this on yourself.
"But isn't there anything I can do? I... I really need... I need to cum."
The few seconds that Jack considered what I'd said felt like hours. Precum was leaking out of the hole at the end of my new golden cock cage: one droplet had fallen from my cock head but was still attached, forming a strand that was just dangling off my softened cock. I was so horny, so unbelievably horny.
The blonde twink looked at me, bit his lip and then sighed: "Lay back on the bed."
I stood there for a moment, confused and about ask why but he held a hand up to me: "Do it now or lose the chance to cum."
Obediently, I followed the little teen's command and ended up laid on the bed with my arms and legs spread out. I very nearly objected when I felt Jack attaching something to my wrists and ankles but I knew that he wasn't going to put up with another complaint from me and I just needed to spunk so damn bad. Besides, if I couldn't wank myself off then surely that meant he was going to have to get me off and I was craving that even more.
I felt his slender fingers as they touched my leg. They slid up my calf and onto my thigh, feeling the hair there. Already, my dick was starting to swell but the confines of my new restraint made it impossible for it to get any larger. Its attempt to do so was actually hurting me a little and it was made worse when Jack's fingers made contact with my heavy, cum-filled balls. He even squeezed them in his little hands, just as I had been doing: he must have seen me do it. I groaned out so loudly, both in pleasure and in pain. "Please, Jack. Please free my dick. Please make me cum."
"Alright," he said quietly as he turned something on his bracelet and my cock was once again exposed to the air. The golden cockring had withdrawn to its former position around the base of my dick and balls. In seconds, my cock was rock hard again and throbbing up and out from my body but, despite my expectations, Jack didn't immediately grab hold or push it down his throat. No, he almost disappeared from view entirely as he reached under the bed to try and retrieve something that had been hidden there.
"You're clearly too horny to be trusted right now so we need to get some of that out of you," he said as he revealed what he had been reaching for. There was black tube which looked very similar to the toy my dad had bought me for my birthday. The blonde twink placed the opening against the head of my cock and pushed down.
"Oh fuck yes," I cried out as he kept on sliding the tight tube down until my cock was fully inside. Then, he twisted it one way and then back again. I heard a click and, as I looked down over my naked body, I could see that the device had been attached to the cockring.
Despite me starting to voice my concern, Jack carried on and started to attach cables and tubes to the device.
"Listen," he said, "You've clearly got a lot of spunk in those big, hairy balls of yours so there's only one way to relieve you of all that horniness. Trust me: I know what's best for you."
With that, he turned something on and the device on my cock started to move.
Entirely by itself, it started to slide up and down my cock, each movement increasing in speed. As it did, the sensation started to become more and more intense. It was as if the device was getting tighter with each passing second or, another possibility, my teen dick was getting bigger and fulling the limited space inside the black tube.
"Oh god... oh fuck... Jack... fuck Jack!" I was moaning out and thrashing on the bed. I wasn't actually attempting to escape my bonds but the feelings emanating from my cock were just too much for me to stay still and I understood now why he had been forced to tie me down.
"I'm... I'm gonna... oh FUCK YES!!!" I cried out as I started to cum. I'd been right on the edge before so whatever this thing was had only taken seconds to get me right there again. My toes flexed, my body tensed and I cried out as my cock pulsed uncontrollably inside of the device, filling it with so much spunk.
"Good boy," Jack whispered as he stroked my hair. I was so sweaty, even after just a few moments in this new and highly stimulating experience, that my body was shining in the light coming through my window from the sunset over the sea. I noticed Jack fiddling with something and the device stopped moving. Then he brought his arm up so that I could see it and, in his hand, he held a small shot glass filled around halfway with a white liquid.
"See," he said, looking at me, "Your cum can be used properly: it doesn't have to be wasted."
And with that, the blonde boy brought the glass to his lips and poured the contents into his mouth.
I just watched him, his tongue moving inside of his mouth. He savoured the taste before, eventually, swallowing it down.
"Just as I expected," he said, smiling at me, "Your spunk is really yummy, Nathan. Delicious, in fact."
I blushed: "Thanks. Can I get up now?"
He laughed and, to begin with, I joined in, believing that he was laughing at the situation, but as the device began to move again, my laughter became whimpers. My cock, so sensitive after cumming, was now being stroked again by this powerful machine.
"Why would we stop now?" Jack said, stroking my hair again, "I told you: you've lots of loads in those big balls and I'm certain my friends will want a shot of "Nathan Spunk" too."
A click followed and the pace of the device quickened once more.
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