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Boy World By Justin Davis
Chapter Four
"Mr. Davis! Welcome aboard! I'm Gerald, the Special Packages Manager," the tall blonde man, who Mark figured to be in his late thirties said, as he held out his hand.
"Please to meet you, Gerald! Is everything in order?" Mark asked, as he shook the man's pro-offered hand.
"Yes, indeed. Our trip to the island will take about twenty minutes. If you'll follow me I'll explain some things to you," the man said, motioning the way toward the cabin of the Floater Craft.
As the Floater Craft skimmed along just above the surface of the water, Mark listened intently as the man named Gerald explained to him the things that he needed to know.
All the supplies he would need, his Eco-Tent, food, water, communications equipment and the like, were already ready and waiting.
After each successful capture, and when Mark was tired of fucking the captive during a forty-eight hour period, he was to communicate that fact and the boy would be picked up and taken back to the main complex.
In order to insure some fairness, no hunting was allowed at night, although if either he or the boys should choose to move about at night they could. Mark could either operate from his base camp or chose to pack up supplies and hunt on the move. Since the island itself was a little over ten square kilometers in size, there was plenty of room for both he and the boys to move around.
Mark also learned that the island also had a closed circuit camera system that monitored things twenty four hours a day for safety reasons, and that his base camp was in a lagoon on the east side of the island completely opposite of where the boys would initially be located.
"I've prepared a small briefing book on the boys. You might want to look at that soon after we drop you off. It contains pictures of each boy and a little about him. You have any questions?" Gerald asked.
"No, not really, I guess. It does remind me somewhat of those survival shows that seem to still be popular. I know they still do re-runs of "Martian Outcast," Mark said, prompting Gerald to chuckle.
"Yes, some of those ideas were cranked into this package. By the way, there has been one little change that has not been updated in the brochure," Gerald said.
"Oh?"
"Yes, this year we decided to do away with the butt plugs. We had enough customers complain about the boys not being initially tight enough so we did away with them. Yours will be the sixth such hunt since we did that."
"Oh my! How delightful!"
"Yes, the five previous hunters were quite pleased, as were the boys, although the lads had some very sore butts."
"Oh? If that were the case why were they pleased?"
"Well, we decided it would only be fair to up their credit reward as a consequence. I must say that not one boy has opted out of a hunt even though they know they're going to get their virgin butt fucked and it's going to hurt more since they haven't been stretched a little. It's a small price to pay for what they're getting in their credit account."
"Sounds fair."
"Yes, we thought so," Gerald said.
"In a way, I feel sorry for the lads, though," Mark commented.
"How's that, Mr. Davis?"
"Well, I had to do survival training in my required stint in the military years ago. I was quite good at it. I've been honing my skills when possible for a year now and have been running and working out on a regular basis."
"Yes, I noticed you look quite fit for a man your age. However, I wouldn't feel too sorry for them, Mr. Davis. With the exception of communication equipment and any material or supplies for camouflage purposes they are as well equipped as you are. And by the way, they have had some limited survival training as well."
"Oh my! You do try to make it tough don't you?" Mark replied, prompting the man to laugh.
"Well, it's the particular package you chose, Mr. Davis. Now, you could have chosen the First Time Hunt Package. With that one the hunter is equipped with a Camouflage Unit that makes him totally invisible. The boys are usually beside themselves when the hunter appears out of no where and grabs them."
"Yes, but not much sport in that is there?"
"Exactly, Mr. Davis. I knew you must be a man who likes a challenge," Gerald replied, and chuckled.
Thirty minutes later, Mark, who had already stripped himself naked, watched as the Floater Craft receded from view, and smiled, taking pleasure in the fact that eight boys were on the other side of the island. Then, he entered the coolness of the Eco-Tent and sat down to look at the briefing book that had been left for him.
"Oh my! Quite lovely," Mark exclaimed softly, as he opened the book and was greeted with the naked picture of the first boy, a blonde lad named Andy, whose skinny body and hairless groin sported a hard, circumcised, willy about three inches in length sitting above marble-sized balls.
Mark flipped through the pages and read the information on the next three boys, two red heads, Jamie and Jeff, and another cute blonde named Donny. However, it was when he turned the page and was confronted with the picture of the fifth boy that he sat stunned. Never in his life had Mark laid eyes on such a beautiful specimen of young male.
"Good God!" Mark exclaimed as he stared at the picture.
Adnon, which was the boy's name, was thirteen. Already he had abs that etched into his hips. Moreover, there was a small patch of light auburn pubes above the fat, hard, at least six-inch, uncircumcised penis, with foreskin fully retracted, below which hung a set of low-hanging balls the size of small plums. The boy's green eyes burned brightly below a set of auburn gull-winged eyebrows and his shoulder-length auburn hair only added to his beauty.
Eventually, Mark flipped through the pages and went on to study the other three, two Asian boys, Kim and Sung, and a boy of African decent, Jamil. Then, he flipped back to Adnon, studied the information contained there for a moment, and then did the same again for all the others before he again flipped back to Adnon.
"He'll be the leader," Mark commented out loud to himself, as he studied the boy's picture and resume more closely.
Indeed, Adnon was bigger than the rest, being five feet six inches tall, heavier in weight by thirty pounds, and most certainly the only one of the eight that had a dick and not a dink, not to mention the fact that he was undoubtedly producing sperm from those low-hung balls of his.
Mark wished there were more information about the boy. Yet, as he looked at the boy's eyes he did get more. There was determination there as well as burning ambition. It was a look that said: "I will love you if you love me but I will possess your soul if you do." Mark had seen eyes like that before long ago and his own began to tear up.
His name was Jacob and he had been Mark's lover from the time was eleven until he was killed in a Transporail accident two months after his sixteenth birthday. In vain, the doctors had tried to save him. Yet, his head was just too crushed. Even though organ transplants were routine, and body replacement parts abounded, there was nothing that could be done for the brain.
Tears running down Mark's cheeks, he closed the book and wept silently for awhile. Then, he reminded himself about the hunt, composed himself, and reached for the map of the island to begin his plans.
That evening, as Mark sipped a Scotch and water, prepared by the Porta-Bar, he pondered his plan of action. Obviously, it would be a good idea to reconnoiter the island. Of course he had to be careful, figuring that the boys would be doing the same and he didn't want them to get wind of his expertise just yet. If, he reasoned, he could first lull them into a false sense of security he could nab two or three before they figured out what they were up against.
So, the next morning, dressed only in sandals and a camouflage fabric loin-cloth, to protect his genitals from the tropical foliage more than anything else, Mark gathered what other equipment he needed and headed out.
As he explored, Mark took note that the layout of the island was very much as depicted on the map, including the emerald pool of water that formed beneath the small waterfall located approximately in the middle of the island.
It was past noon when he removed his backpack and sat down upon a convenient rock to rest a bit and eat one of the Nutrabars he had brought along. It was at that point that he heard young voices off in the distance and cocked his ear. For a moment, he sat still and listened. Then, very quietly, he gathered up his backpack and headed away from the voices.
As he had figured, the boys were out reconnoitering just as he was and he headed back toward the water pool and the falls. "Might as well give um a good look at who they're up against," Mark thought as he headed back toward the pool.
Once there, Mark took off his backpack, stepped out of his sandals, stripped off his loin cloth, and dove into the pool, making sure he splashed around in the refreshing water loudly. In fact, he began to sing an old song he had learned in the military as he did so, smiling when he paused, for someone would have to have been a long way away or deaf not to hear him.
Mark kept up his antics for awhile. Then, when he thought he saw some movement in the tropical foliage not far away, he climbed out of the pool and stretched himself, making sure that whomever was spying on him got a good look not only at his athletic build but his ominous looking cock and balls.
For a moment, there was silence, then there was some movement followed by a rapid of foliage that began to recede away from where he stood.
"Little fuckers!" Mark mumbled under his breath, knowing that they had checked him out and were now scurrying away.
For several days, Mark made sure that he skinny-dipped in the water pool at about the same time each day and made lots of noise. Eventually, he noticed, from the sounds, that the numbers of unseen boys watching him decreased and surmised that maybe only two or three had been delegated to watch his activities. Of course, that was what he had been waiting for.
Having checked out what seemed to be a habitual path the boys were taking, Mark got up early, covered himself with the camouflage paint, headed out, and waited beside their route unseen among the foliage, knowing they would be along soon.
Sure enough, there were three of them, Andy, the smallest of the lot, Kim, one of the Asian boys, and Jaime, one of the red heads. It was all he could do to keep from chuckling as they approached.
"Yah think he's gonna be there today?" Andy asked, as they boys worked their way through the foliage.
"Yeah! He's been goin there for days now right after noon," Kim replied.
"Geez! I hope we can keep an eye on him long enough so Adnon can figure out how we can hide from him. I mean, you see the dick on that guy?" Jaime said.
"Yeah! Ain't nobody wants to be first caught," Andy said, prompting Mark to stifle a snicker, as they grew closer.
Mark waited, barely breathing and being very still, until the boys were only a couple of feet away from him.
"Gotcha!" He cried out, and rushed from his hiding place.
Instantly! All the boys squealed and broke and ran. Sadly, for Jaime, who had been the last in line, he was confused in the panic that ensued and headed the wrong direction running right into Mark. Promptly, Mark scooped him up and tucked the kid under his arm and hung on, the kid squealing and flaying his feet the whole time.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Arrrggghhh!! Arrrggghhh!" Jaime wailed moments later, as Mark fucked him on the forest floor, his huge tube sliding in and out of Jaime's virgin butt, stretching it to the max.
"You're gonna fuck me again aren't you? Jaime asked an hour later when they were back at Mark's campsite in the Eco-Tent.
"Yeah, kid. I'm gonna fuck yah again. You know the deal and you signed on for it. I got forty-eight hours before they come pick you up. You're all mine until then," Mark replied.
"Oh God! My butt's soooo sore!" Jaime moaned as Mark rolled him over on his back on the large bunk bed
Instantly, Mark had an idea but that could wait until later. Now, he had something more immediate to do.
"Ow! Uh! Arrrggghhh!" Jaime exclaimed, as the huge head of Mark's cock popped into his bottom again.
Although there was a litany of grunts from Jaime as Mark fucked away, this time it was a little easier on him as Mark fucked his butt. His hole was still somewhat dilated from the time before and the cum still oozing from his hole provided adequate lubrication for the huge tube as it slid in and out of his bottom. Besides, his credit account was going up by the minute.
To be continued