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A Dickson Enterprises Story: The Island of Forbidden Pleasures
By Dylan
A few of the most influential partners of ‘JM Modelling Agency’ had a great day at a private island. They had all been invited to spend a weekend in the hot sun, swimming, tanning, drinking, eating, and savoring the specialties Mr. Meyers was famous for.
It was a very small well selected group of very rich men, actually a handpicked group of men who knew each other quite well.
The range of his business activities had helped Mr. Meyers to get to know the ‘Rich and Famous’, the ones who could afford anything they wanted, and he provided debauched festivities full of everything a rich, perverted man could think off. And usually, he surprised his clients with much, much more.
Mr. Meyers had identified a market niche. His clients usually hid their desires so well that the dark obsessions became a weapon of self-destruction to them, and the path they followed had lead them into doing things that were very harmful to themselves, their businesses or their families.
Meyers helped them to feed their inner demons in a carefree atmosphere, surrounded by like-minded friends.
For example: Today a rich and powerful right winger, an evangelical preacher known for his grand speeches in front of the TV- cameras, the spiritual leader for millions of his followers, a man of irrepressible, stainless reputation, arrived on the island.
To add an extra thrill to the experience, men like him usually landed in their private jets on a private airfield somewhere in the desert. A crew of muscular men in black, tight, intimidating uniforms had been waiting for the ‘Reverend’ as he wanted to be called, and after putting a black blindfold over his eyes, they lead him to a waiting helicopter.
They landed on the private island, and the man who usually had to be careful with every step he was taking could now freely relish everything his host provided, following his most carnal instincts.
One of the ‘Reverends’ deepest hidden fantasies was to be one of those powerful Clergymen of the old days of the Spanish Inquisition, or an Emissary of the Vatican, sent to accomplish an exorcism.
He was almost dying of hidden desires not even he could live.
He wanted to heal possessed young men of a demonic force, cleansing a boy from dark forces, fight against the Devil himself, overcoming the Devil’s powers.
Mr. Meyers provided the young, dumb, muscled boys the customer needed to live his dream.
And while the client used all means available in the book to work the boys over, making their satanic ways truly visible to everyone who dared to watch the rituals, Mr. Meyers always marveled about the true nature of a client’s darkest desires and most hidden perversions, coming to the surface under the tropical sun of his island paradise.
Meyers had one problem though.
‘JM Modelling Agency’ provided a steady stream of young men dreaming of a career in the spotlight, a place on the catwalk or the screens of a TV, but even those young men, usually willing to come here to meet potential clients and influential members of the film-industry, had to be handled with care after their weekend with those men.
After a truly demanding weekend with a client, spent on the private, tropical beach paradise island, the young men usually were broken and useless.
The paying clients usually rose to another level of strength and clarity, again able to lead a crowd, manage a large company or save lives out in stressful situations, like high ranking military or genius scientists.
Mr. Meyers, however, was only able to use what was left of the boys, trying to pick up the pieces, use the rest of brain left to function normally. Those boys usually ended up in brothels or working for the darker studios producing porn.
Meyers’ other problem was to find and hire staff.
Mr. Meyers did not take any risks. Nobody from outside should see the island’s visitors, apart from the staff of loyal men all working for ‘JM Modelling Agency’ over a long period of time. In fact, when someone reached the shores of the beautiful tropical island to work there, they had signed off their lives to Mr. Meyers.
Those men usually signed a contract to support their loved ones at home, knowing that the Meyers’ Organization provided all the best for the families of their employees, as long as those employees worked loyally. In many families it became almost a tradition to send the most promising boys off to the island to ensure the wealth and well being of the rest of the family.
The island was perfectly staffed with skilled craftsman to provide all necessary repairs, the island had chefs and cleaning personnel and management, everything necessary to run a high profile hotel or resort under the warm tropical sun. All personnel were male, beautiful and young, or at least handsome and muscular. Almost no one was much older than thirty years of age, with a few exceptions.
However, once Mr. Dickson had heard about Meyers second business beside ‘JM Modelling Agency’, he knew they could work together perfectly. Dickson had invited Meyers to the party at the ‘Porn-Oscars’ in Las Vegas, and the rest was history.
John Meyers had brought his most trusted associate, just as Mr. Dickson had predicted. Troy Meyers, son, partner, and accomplice of his dad, had shared Cody with his father and later was bubbling over with enthusiasm. Troy Meyers had turned out to be a surprisingly handsome devil, virtually insatiable, who really had worked Cody hard.
Cody’s hot body, his willingness to please, his stamina and prowess were both a riddle and a wonder to the two men that had used the hot new award-winner.
Dickson was all too happy to gain new business-partners, so he shared the secret behind his success, at least some parts.
The boys and men the Dickson Organization provided were loyal and easy to handle. They could be replaced at any given time, so the island was nowadays even more attractive to the rich men that visited it.
Dickson’s nanites and the infamous fruit-punch made sure everything worked smoothly. As a side-effect, one the Meyers’ had not been informed about, the visitors were also infested by the nanites as soon as they had tasted the nectar of the boys.
Today’s important visitor had been picked up at a meeting point, in this case an airport where he had landed in his private jet. As usual, to provide safety and anonymity of the client, a double of the client rode a limousine to a high class hotel, where he stayed in a penthouse suite, had room service and maybe even met a few people, even fucked a high class, female, escort. If a nosy journalist asked, the client was simply enjoying his live to the fullest.
The real visitor left his plane in disguise, boarded another plane, well disguised as a cargo transport, and flew to an island next to Mr. Meyers’ own private island. If a guest was soo prominent that extreme measures had to be taken, the last leg of the trip was traveled by a submarine that brought such a guest to the island, and nobody could even trace a radar signal or anything else of the man.
The boy who greeted the guest was a first sign how the guest’s wishes would be met. In the past he had shown signs of preferring very manly, muscular boys.
This amount of precautions was necessary and most welcomed by guests of such a high profile.
During the travel to the island the guest was treated with the highest respect and only the best food and drinks were served by the best looking boys. If he wanted to consume one of the boys staffing the boat, they were eager to follow the guest’s every whim. The ride in the submarine took almost three hours, and the huge vessel was equipped with the highest luxury of the kind someone this type of clients would ask for.
The boat itself was a former American naval craft that a high ranking 5 star general had decommissioned right before it was sold to Dickson Enterprises. The agreement was signed under some awry circumstances, and the General had been forced to retire. However, he now lived under the warm sun on a beautiful island, and several boys catered for his every whim.
The visitor to the island was greeted warmly by Mr. Meyers himself, and the most unusual security precautions during the time of traveling ended right as the man shook Meyers’ hand.
Now that he had arrived safely, he could do all he wanted, in the open, under the eyes of all the people he met. Everyone there were more than trustworthy guests and employees of the Meyers Organization or of Dickson Enterprises.
The important guest knew all about it. The first he said, right after he greeted Mr. Meyers and laid an eye on several boys the host had brought to the harbor, was:
„This one,.... and that one.... to my room, now!“
He had pointed at two boys, one black, and one of Asian features. The boys smiled and nodded.
They did not know that the white older man was a true fanatic white nationalist and would try his best to teach those boys the superiority of the white man.
Later, as Mr. Meyers sat in his office and watched the screens that showed what the perfectly hidden cameras had filmed in detailed high quality video and audio, he saw what the man did to the boys. Even though Mr. Meyers was neutral when it came to race, gender or sexual orientation of his clients, and simply catered for every wish and served every whim, he liked to watch what his clients came up with.
By now the client had fucked both boy’s asses and throats, had fisted the tied up black boy till he was whimpering, and had made the Asian lick his feet while he degraded them with all the words he could think of.
Meyers commented on the action on the screen with clear words. The boy who was with him, his trusted manservant for some time now, heard:
"Such a waste. What a primitive ape that man is, a rich heir but dumb and simple, just following rural instincts. It's a shame what he did to Bobby and Cho.“
On screen, the man's fist was so deep in the cute black boy’s ass that the muscled athlete had passed out. The man laughed and taunted the Asian boy:
"Your friend here can't take very much. I bet he's one of those former slave boy’s sons who thought they could get better by studying, taking a white man’s job away instead of staying where they belonged!“
Cho, the Asian boy who still licked the man’s feet, did look up and gave a grunt as an answer. By now he knew that the man wanted at least a form of recognition of his dumb tirades, but not with intelligent words, but animalistic grunts. Cho's back showed some welts of the man's belt. The boy had taken some punishment before and the man was satisfied with the boy's attempts to serve him.
Meyers watched again as the man pulled his arm slowly out of the black boys ass. The sphincter was following the fist the man had made to really work the boy, blossoming out like a flower. Meyers knew that the Nanites provided by Dickson Enterprises would heal the boy very soon, but Bobby’s cute face showed his ordeal.
He grunted as the pain brought him back from passing out, and the man chuckled and taunted him: "Oh, look whose back...sleeping beauty back with us?“
With that he slammed his arm back in deep and made Bobby grunt like an animal, fighting to pass out again.
"Hey, you Asian chimp, bring me some toys for your no good black buddy!“
It was Cho's decision what toys he would decide to choose, but he knew he had to be careful. A false move and he would be in the center of the perverted man's focus.
Bobby was still kneeling on the bed, his face showing pain and exhaustion.
Meyers watched Cho bring a special set of anal beads, big and heavy balls connected by a special type of string. The man pulled his hand out of the sweating and panting black boy’s ass and slowly inserted the balls into it, playfully pulling the string as only three balls were in. He saw the sloppy chain of balls would contract into a rigid rod, like a thick, ripped dildo. He chuckled in delight and complemented Cho:
"Good choice. You don't really like your buddy, right?“With that he pushed Cho onto his knees again, this time to engulf his fat dick.
Bobby whimpered as the man pushed more and more balls into his ass, and once in a while the guest playfully pulled the rope to make sloppy chain of balls change into a rigid rod inside the boy’s intestines.
The man carefully watched the poor tied up boy's tight abs to see the movements inside of him, and chuckled nastily as he saw how the flat stomach with the marvelous six pack moved. " Looks like an alien will eat its way out of you, right? Look up, see what I see?”
The man had told Bobby to climb into a sling in the corner of the huge bedroom.
Bobby, laying back in the sling helplessly, cuffed with arms and legs wide open, knew he was at the mercy of a madman. He did his best to please the man, so he tried to lift his head and look at his stomach.
The man saw the eyes of the boy and pulled the rope, and as the boy screamed and his eyes flew open wide, the man burst of laughter: "Look, the alien!“
Meyers had seen enough. The guest of honor would not be charged for the time at the island, he would eat and drink for free and he would use and abuse several boys, but the government of a state that must not be named had asked Meyers and Dickson for their assistance.
The guest of honor would soon sign a treaty that would be of unfathomable value for this state. It was most important to keep him amused and satisfied.
Later, after a year or two, Meyers might send a short clip of the videos he had just taken to the man, or to a news outlet, depending on the way the relationship between the man and Mr. Meyers and his friends would develop.
Another channel was far more entertaining. Five handlers worked with five boys, at the same time, in the training center. The boys were only here for two months, but their skills were quite satisfying already. Oddly enough all five young men, ranging from 18 to 20, were here for the same reason. Some men wanted them to be broken in as sex toys. Meyers knew success came in large numbers, and those boys would learn to be obedient by watching their peers while they were trained in a group.
Troy Meyers was with his Dad, and they watched as the five boys all bent over a training tool, in this case a coffee table of sorts with thick dildos mounted on it. The dildos were quite rigid, more than a usual cock, but this was the trick.
The boys learned to master any dick they were given to suck, they learned to relax their throats, they learned to overcome their gag reflex.
When one of the boys did go down on the dildo and kissed the surface of the table, he was rewarded with a short break and could sit back on his heels, they were even permitted to take a small drink of cold water.
However, even a boy who mastered the task would go down on the dildo again shortly after the break, until all five of them had done what they were told. Meyers knew the pure frustration of the quicker learners was almost boiling over. They had to repeat the same task over and over until the last boy had taken the dildo all the way. This was enough to create enough peer pressure to make the boys learn very quickly.
The slowest learner usually got extra lessons from the quickest. After the trainers had called the class to a close, the slowest were usually punished by their own buddies. The group would ensure no one was left behind.
Meyers smiled as he checked a poll. While the boys went through their education, the ordeal was broadcast worldwide on certain websites. The boys were of legal age, and no one made them do what they did. A least not openly. The subscribers to the websites gave comments, tipped and even voted for the best performances, filling Meyers’ accounts.
While the websites seemed to show some sexy clips, the men who had sent the boys to the island for their education could watch what the boys did. A Win-Win situation, perfect since Meyers and Dickson both really liked an efficient organization.
By the next morning, the depraved man had already left the island, again by the submarine reserved for such an important guest's stealthy travel.
Bobby was sedated and slept in a bed in the hospital. The nanites worked to heal him at record speed, so he would soon recover and have the possibility to have a long awaited zoom-meeting with his family at home in West Africa.
His tireless work here at the Island made sure that his three younger brothers could attend school.
Mr. Meyers was a businessman after all, but he was not cruel. He was always true to his word.
Meanwhile, in the amusement park on the other side of the island, a group of oil-tycoons had fun with the strong muscled boys that worked as hosts, or better put, tumblers.
This time another customer, Sir Vincent Cunnington-Smyth, by now the Duke of Cunnington, had recommended the facilities to some of his friends. A nice weekend away to spend time together, away from the hustle of business, time off from their boring wives, and time off from the the usual golf, polo or the willing boys that usually took their dicks and their money. The men looked forward to a truly exciting time.
The main reason though that those men spent their weekend together on the Island was to meet their sons. Those sons, as usual for the heirs of the wealthy elite, were spoiled, unruly, hard to control , just as Baron Carter, the adopted son of the Duke , biological son of the Duke’s wife, daughter of the Texan oil tycoon the late Mr. Carter had been.
Baron vanished after one particular crazy stunt, and no one knew where his new Stepfather had taken him. A strict boarding-school in Switzerland, some said.
After a few weeks, the Duke had presented his stepson to his friends in a private club they all frequented.
Baron now was all too willing to suck the members, ride their dicks, lick their nipples and asses, and take their cum into any orifice they wanted to seed.
The muscular, sexy, well trained young man was still well spoken, intelligent, almost witty during dinner, but after his father had said the word, he was such a greedy fuckslut that the men almost couldn't believe their senses.
After two rounds each the men had dressed again and smoked cigars, while the young heir to the huge fortune was fucked be a bunch of horny waiters, young cooks, and the club's manager, while the men watched and gave comments. Baron was now a wonderful son, and once more the Duke of Cunnington had proved that he was a wonderful host.
His five friends were more than willing to pay Mr. Dickson an horrendous amount of money after they all had tasted the fruits of the labor of Mr. Dickson, Mr. Meyers and their team.
Now after a few months and a summer the boys would never forget, the sons of those five men had graduated from the island’s school. Today they would present what they had learned – obedience, power, and stamina - in a fun little race over the island.
The Dad’s were waiting for a surprise, but to see their sons in harnesses and attached to light weight, two wheeled carts like they were ponies, was too good to imagine.
The men climbed on the light carriages and took the reins, and the boys, evidently already used to that type of workout, tightened their muscles.
As the first dad found the whip, attached next to his seat, and gave his son a sharp reminder who was driver and who was horse, the race was on.
Soon each father held the reins and used the whip to spur his son on, and the boys' bodies, which had changed spectacularly over the past few months, glistened in sweat from the hard, demanding workout.
Every single boy was now tightly muscled, deeply tanned, perfectly groomed to be the obedient sex toys their Dad’s wanted them to be, and after a carriage race of about two miles, the men saw the island held another secret, ready to be discovered. After watching their boy’s round, tight and muscled asses and their well formed backs, each of the men’s cocks were hard and leaking, and the men waited for the next attractions.
Some time in the past a very rich client had asked for an amusement park of sorts, after the had seen a comic strip, with a series of lewd drawings. Mr. Dickson found the idea highly interesting and was happy to oblige, so nowadays a small but affectionately designed amusement park was waiting for men with special tastes, wishes and vices.
Just like in the comic, the boys were used as the main attractions, waiting for guests. 
As a human punching bag a boy was tied up naked, arms up, to be the target of a more aggressive type of customer. Some men had suffered from the hands of bigger, stronger boys at school, and now the tables were turned, and the well-built jocks would suffer.
A stand with a sign advertising ‘Hot roasted Nuts’ was waiting for the more refined tastes of customers. A boy’s full balls had been tied up with a rope to make them swell to enormous proportions, then coated in honey or with a little dash of salt, the boy’s nuts were waiting to be licked, sucked, or even chewed by a gourmet.
In a huge tent a real bowling alley was set up. Some men found it highly amusing to roll a ball right into a boy’s nuts. The grunts and the facial expressions were just as amusing as the chuckles and the cheers of onlookers when a ball went amiss and passed the boy.
The last attraction featured a tied up boy who had to take as many thick balls as possible up his ass, all connected by a rope. The winner was the man who could push the full chain of twelve balls into a grunting boy’s ass.
While the fathers took a drink, their sons were unhitched from their carts, quickly showered by a cold spray of water from a hose, they even could take a mouthful of water from that hose, before the boys themselves took the stands in the attractions.
Right after the dad’s had their drinks, they where roaming around, each eager to be testing a different attraction. It was great fun to those men to see that meanwhile their own sons were serving as the models in those uncomfortable situations. It turned out that the training had been a huge success, and all of the dad’s were surprised how well their boys worked in all the individual entertainments the park had to offer, and were eager to please their dads on their knees and on their backs.
In the future, those sexy, freshly trained boys would make their dads proud. They were now perfectly groomed for their future lives.
Business created business, as always: The week had been busy, but also most profitable for the Dickson Company and JM Modeling Agency.