Chapter 1: Introduction
jones thought the worst thing that could happen to him was being stranded on this island. The former body builder had given a good struggle but he was simply overpowered by the men on this island. He has been stripped and forced to his knees where he’d been hogtied and here he lay at the feet of the emperor’s son.
the younger man was skinny, with a dick that anyone would be ashamed of but it still scared jones to see it pointed at him.
the man was laughing, his eyes gleaming with a sickening excitement as he stroked his cock, the tip already wet with precum. "you're a big boy, aren't you?" he sneered, "i bet you like it rough. i bet you like it when a man takes control."
jones spat at him, "fuck you, i don't want any of this sissy shit."
the man laughed again, "oh, you will. you will want it. you will want all of us. you will want to be our little bitch." he grabbed jones by the hair, pulling his head back roughly. "you will learn, won't you, big boy? "You're gonna love this, big boy," the man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're gonna learn what it means to be a real man."
Jones spat at the man's feet, "Fuck you. I'm not your fucking toy."
The man laughed, a sound that sent shivers down jones's spine. "Oh, you will be. You will be our little fucktoy." He leaned down, his breath hot on jones's ear. "We're gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight, until you scream for more."
Jones struggled, but the ropes were too tight. He could feel the man's hands on his body, rough and demanding.
“You washed up in anal island. Do you know what that means?”
Zander asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “It means you’re going to be our little fucktoy. “It means you're gonna get fucked like a little bitch. You're gonna get your ass filled with cock,, We’re going to use you, abuse you, and you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
Jones glared at him, his jaw clenched. “I’m not some fucking plaything. I’m a man.”
Zander chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “Oh, you are a man. A big, strong man. But you’re also a fucking virgin, aren’t you? You’ve never had a cock up your ass before, have you?”
Jones felt his face burn with embarrassment and rage.
He was a man, a real man, and he wasn't going to be some fucking toy for these perverts. He struggled against his bonds, but it was no use. He was at their mercy.
Zander, the island's leader, stepped forward. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, with a confident smile that sent a shiver down Jones's spine. "You know, I've been watching you," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're a strong man, Jones. But you're also a virgin. And that's a shame."
Jones glared at him, his jaw clenched. "I'm not a fucking virgin.”
"You fucking asshole," he spat, "I'm not some fucking virgin. I've been with women."
Zander smirked, "Oh, really? And how many of them have you let fuck your ass? None, I bet. You're a fucking virgin, aren't you? You're just too fucking proud to admit it."
Jones struggled against his bonds, his muscles tensing. "Fuck you," he growled, "I don't need this shit."
Zander laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down Jones's spine. "Oh, you're gonna need this, big boy. We don’t have women here. Just ass begging to be filled.”
He grabbed a bottle of lube from a nearby table, the cap clicking open with a promise of what was to come. “You know, they say the first time hurts like a bitch. But I promise, by the time we’re done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”
Jones snarled, “I’ll never beg for anything from you fuckers.”
Zander chuckled, “We’ll see about that.” He squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then reached around and pressed them against Jones’s hole. Jones tensed, but Zander was relentless, pushing his fingers inside, stretching him open. Jones shook and screamed , but Zander just laughed, his fingers moving in and out, fucking him slowly. "Relax, big boy," he said, his voice mocking. "You're gonna love this."
Jones gritted his teeth, trying to block out the pain and the humiliation. But it was no use. He could feel himself starting to relax, his body betraying him. Zander's fingers moved faster, harder, and Jones could feel his cock starting to harden.
"Look at that," Zander said, his voice laced with mockery. "You're getting hard. You're a fucking pervert, aren't you, Jones?
You're loving this, aren't you? You're loving the feel of my fingers up your ass, aren't you?" Zander's voice was a low growl, his fingers still moving in and out of Jones's tight hole.
Jones gritted his teeth, trying to deny the pleasure that was building inside him. "Fuck you," he spat, "I'm not enjoying this."
Zander chuckled, his fingers moving faster, harder. "Oh, you are. You're enjoying it more than you want to admit. You're enjoying the feel of my fingers in your ass, aren't you? You’re going to cum when I stick my dick up your ass won’t you?” Zander taunted, his fingers still moving in and out of Jones's ass. Jones gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the moan that was building in his throat. He could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. He was close, so fucking close.
Zander must have sensed it too, because he pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving Jones feeling empty and desperate. "Not yet, big boy," he said, his voice mocking. "Not until I say so."
Jones glared at him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You fucking asshole," he spat, "I'm not some fucking plaything. I'm a man."
Zander smirked, "Oh, you are a man. But you're also a fucking butt virgin, aren't you? You've never had a cock up your ass before, have you?"
Jones felt his face burn with embarrassment and rage. He was a man, a real man, and he wasn't going to be some fucking toy for these perverts.
“this ends now.” Jones growled, his muscles tensing as he tried to break free from his bonds. But Zander was quick, his hands moving to Jones's wrists, pinning them down. “You’re not going anywhere, big boy,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Not until we’re done with you.”
Jones struggled, but it was no use. He was at Zander's mercy. He could feel the man's cock pressing against his ass, the tip slick with lube. He tensed, trying to hold back the inevitable, but Zander was relentless. He pushed forward, the tip of his cock breaching Jones's tight hole.
Jones cried out, the pain sharp and intense.
"Fuck, that hurts!" he spat, his body tensing as Zander pushed deeper, his cock stretching Jones's virgin hole.
Zander chuckled, his voice low and mocking. "Oh, this is just the beginning, big boy. It's gonna hurt a lot more before I'm done with you." He grabbed Jones's hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and pushed forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Jones screamed, his body shaking as Zander's cock filled him completely. He could feel every inch of the man's thick cock, could feel it pulsing inside him. He felt violated, humiliated, but there was something else too. Something he didn't want to admit. But his cock betrayed him as precum leaked out, his balls tightening. He was going to cum, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Zander started to move, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of Jones's ass. Jones could feel every ridge, every vein, every fucking inch of Zander's cock as it stretched him open. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the moan that was building in his throat, but it was no use. He let out a low groan, his body shaking as Zander fucked him harder, faster.
"Fuck, you're tight," Zander growled, his hands gripping Jones's hips so hard it would leave bruises.
"I can feel your ass clenching around my cock. You're gonna take it all, aren't you, big boy?"
Jones gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Fuck you," he spat, but his voice was weak, his body betraying him. He could feel Zander's cock, thick and hard, filling him completely. He could feel every inch of it, could feel it stretching him open, making him feel so full.
Zander chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. “You want to cum don’t you?”
“You want to cum don’t you?”
The question wasn’t a question. It was a fact, spat into the humid air between them. Jones could feel his own traitorous cock, thick and leaking, pressed against the rough-hewn wood beneath him. Every brutal thrust from Zander sent a jolt of conflicting sensation through him—a searing stretch that bordered on pain, and a deep, internal friction that sparked something shamefully close to pleasure.
He clenched his jaw, refusing to answer. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Zander leaned over him, his sweat dripping onto Jones’s back. “Your body’s answering for you,” he growled, his voice a rough vibration. One hand snaked around Jones’s hip, calloused fingers wrapping around his aching cock. Jones bucked, a strangled gasp ripped from his throat.
“Don’t—“
“Don’t what?” Zander’s stroke was merciless, perfectly timed with his deep, punishing drives into his ass. “Don’t make you feel good? Too late.” He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb smearing the copious pre-cum over the head. “Look at you. You’re fucking dripping. Your hole is clenching around me like you’re trying to milk me dry. You’re a natural.”
The words were a violation worse than the physical act. Jones squeezed his eyes shut, but the darkness only amplified the sensations: the slap of skin, the slick sounds of penetration, the overwhelming fullness, the expert hand on his cock. His breath came in ragged, desperate pants. A tight, hot coil was winding inexorably in his gut.
“I’m… not…” Jones tried to protest, but it came out as a broken moan.
Zander hammered into him, hitting a spot deep inside that made white light flash behind Jones’s eyelids. His hips stuttered, pushing back helplessly against Zander’s pelvis. “There it is,” Zander whispered, a cruel triumph in his voice. He sped up his hand, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, aimed directly at that devastating point.
Resistance crumbled. It wasn’t a wave; it was a detonation. A raw, guttural shout tore from Jones’s throat as his orgasm seized him, blinding and violent. His cock jerked in Zander’s fist, pulsing stream after hot stream onto the wood below. His entire body locked up, his ass spasming tightly around the invading cock still pistoning into him, milking his own climax into a shuddering, endless extension.
Zander didn’t stop. He fucked him through it, through the oversensitivity, through the shudders, holding him up by the hips as Jones’s muscles went liquid. Only when Jones was a boneless, trembling wreck, his breaths sobbing, did Zander finally still, buried to the hilt.
He leaned close, lips against Jones’s ear. His voice was a low, possessive rumble. “See? Perfect bottom.”
He pulled out abruptly.