Paradise island-Resurrection
The resort now feels like hom..
🕑 Added 2021-07-08 02:08:46 +0000 UTC
Paradise island-Resurrection
The resort now feels like home to Mike. He doesn’t miss cold London and when he does travel off the island for photo shoots he is eager to get back. The resort management doesn’t worry that Mike would try to run off as they do with some of the newer, unbroken, high spirited staff. All of his needs were taken care of by the resort management. They do all the thinking for him and all he has to do is obey and pleasure the resort’s rich male guests. He doesn’t even miss fucking women anymore. When he was a model and playboy he was fucking a different woman each night. They loved his hot muscular body. Now however, the only pussy he cares about is his own.
It wasn’t always the case. Mike was lured to the island, like many other younger, muscular men. He wasn’t that surprised when he received the invite for a free stay at the exclusive resort in the Mediterranean. He was a successful male model and a rising social media influencer. Businesses often gave him free things so he could promote them to his online followers.
When he arrived on the island paradise, Mike was greeted by a dignified middle aged man, who introduced himself as Mr. Xavier Pompeii, the resort manager. The older man was well dressed yet overweight. Mike had little tolerance for people who don't take care of themselves.
“I’m so glad you accepted our invitation. We are trying to attract younger clientele to our resort,” as the man talked he kept staring at Mike’s fit, tight body.
“It's definitely a beautiful island,” Mike was actually amazed how beautiful the island was.
“Yes, we are surrounded by lavish beaches and crystal clear ocean. There are numerous hidden grottoes, cravens and inlets. We even have ruins of a palace villa dating back to the Caesars,” the man went on and on about everything the island offered.
As they walked through the luxury hotel lobby, a younger man approached them with a tray of wine glasses. The waiter was handsome and very muscular. His white uniform, which consisted of thin white pants that hugged his thick legs and a thin shirt that was half button revealing his smooth, large pecs. Mike graciously took one of the glasses and took a slip.
“We make the wine here on the island, actually. We even grow grapes and produce the wine here on the island. The vines and special process are said to trace back to the Roman Empire. It even was said that the emperors built the palace here just so they can enjoy the sweet wine,” the manager smiled as Mike drank the wine.
“It's very good,” Mike liked the fruity, sweet wine. He never tasted anything like that before. His body felt warm and relaxed as he slipped the wine.
As they walked through the grand resort, Mike noticed that most of the guests were older men. He thought it was odd, but when he continued to slip the wine, all concerns merely faded.
The manager finally showed Mike his room and Mike was impressed. The suite was two rooms, a large bedroom with a king size bed and an even larger living room area. The windows opened up onto a balcony that looked out onto the eastern beach and the Roman villa high on the island's largest hill. On a table between the living and bed areas, was a chilled bottle of the wine. As Mike took in the lavish, spacious suite, he suddenly became visibly tired.
“Look like you need some rest, the flight can be very long and tiresome” Mr. Pompeii said in a concerned voice. Actually Mike started to find the man’s voice calming and relaxing.
“Yeah, I do feel pretty tired,” Mike responded as he felt so overwhelmingly sleepy.
As soon as Xavier left the suite, Mike undressed out of his designer clothes and laid on the large bed in only his black Versace briefs. The bed felt so comfortable that he fell deeply asleep.
As he laid on his stomach, Mike began to dream that he wasn’t alone in the bedroom. He felt men’s hands touching his muscular legs. As they worked their hands up his legs, groping him, he spread his legs, inviting them to explore further up his powerful thighs. In his dreams he tried to tell the men he was straight, but they continued to grope and felt him up. Their hands were strong and rough, not delicate and soft like a woman’s. He felt them pulling off his underwear. He again tried to protest, but they told him to relax and he found himself falling deeper under their control. Their voices were so calming. They whispered into his ears, as their tongues licked his earlobes, “only men can truly appreciate your body. All of your hard work needed to be worshipped in ways only another man can. All you needed to do is to submit, and let other men take care and use you.” Over and over the voice told him to submit and serve. He could feel his muscular ass cheeks being spread. He clutched the silk sheets as he felt a thickness pushed into his tight virgin hole. However, instead of any pain, he felt only pleasure. Intense, pure pleasure.
The next morning Mike awoke naked on the bed. His underwear which he had on when he fell asleep was laying on the floor. As he lifted himself up from bed, he noticed that he had came in his sleep. He was laying in a pool of his own cum.
To be continued
