The island was a new level of luxury for Ron and Bill, a hanger full of gulfstream jets, a private airstrip, and a fleet of luxury SUVs. In addition to her personal mansion and a whole village of guesthouses Von Lauren maintained an entire multistory privately staffed hotel for events and her lower tier guests and staff.
As they deboarded the jet a black SUV was waiting to take, "Ron plus one" to a cliffside guesthouse. Standing atop a sheer cliff facing west it promised to have amazing views of the sunset over the vast pacific ocean. As they toured the house Ron dismissed the live-in butler, pointing out that he brought his own as he patted Bill's wide back.
Despite being submissive to Ron, Bill had traditionally been the breadwinner with his name on things like the house and car. One of many reasons he wanted to marry Ron was to create legal protections for Ron allowing him to truly own what had previously been Bill's. Publicly being treated as just an inferior afterthought to Ron's superior ranking in the social hierarchy of the island was new and exciting for Bill.
Bill had privately accepted he was Ron's property, yet suddenly here on the island it was as if there private life had spilled out into the open. When Ron casually dismissed the house butler without consulting him and further implied Bill would be doing the cleaning and chores during their stay Bill felt a stirring in his pants that he had been suppressing the whole flight.
After the butler left Ron turned and was happy to see Bill's reaction to his treatment. "Oh yes mine, if I have to work this week so do you, now what are you wearing?" he scolded.
Bill blushed, so thrown off by the new circumstances he had forgotten his proper slave etiquette. Stripping down to his briefs he fell to his knees, kissing Ron's shoes. "Apologies Master, I have yet to unpack my house uniform."
Ron smiled wide at his thickly muscled fiancé, submitting, and groveling at the slightest word from him. Grabbing Bill's neck in a tight grip with both hands and looking him in the eyes, "Given the new environment I will let it pass for now but expect punishment later." Ron gave the thick neck a squeeze as Bill knelt submissively with his hands clasped behind him. "I am going to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view, I expect our bags to be unpacked and you, properly attired, bringing me a drink within the half hour."
Bill's recently uncaged cock throbbed as Ron held his neck. Once Ron went outside Bill rushed to unpack the bags making sure all the clothing was laid out neatly and orderly in the dresser or hung in the closets. Checking the clock he even took a few minutes to steam any wrinkles from packing so things would be perfect for his master. Twenty-five minutes later dressed in his house uniform of black leather jockstrap, collar, and cuffs he was serving Master Ron a gin and tonic on the balcony.
Ron lounged back in the padded deck chair and sipped his drink watching the sun crawl down the horizon as Bill obediently knelt next to him in silence. The drink was made perfectly but he refused to compliment Bill, he was enjoying the moment and didn't want to spoil it for him. An hour later, as dusk settled, he reached over and gave Bill's collar a yank.
"You are doing well mine I expect you to be the proper slave all week, there will be no office work interrupting you here. Your entire focus will be on me and acting as a proper slave. This next part will make you uncomfortable, but I insist. Here on the island, you will be a fulltime slave, in slave attire everywhere, even in public. This includes obeying any commands you get from non-slaves that don't contradict my own do you understand?"
Ron could see Bill was clearly shaken, but to his credit he did not argue or bargain instead he replied with a simple but profound "Yes Master."
Pausing to lock the wrist cuffs together behind Bill's back Ron yanked on the collar ring so Bill's face was pressed onto his crotch. Sliding down his shorts his hairless twink cock popped out, the tip already resting on Bill's wet and ready lips "Good, now start with servicing your master, I am horny after that flight."
Being denied the use of his hands to grab the base of the shaft or massage the balls created a challenge, but Bill was no novice cock sucker and got rite to it. Compressing his wet lips into a tight circle he started by slipping the smooth cock head into his warm mouth. As the cock head slipped past his tight lips he paused, twisting his head, and using his tongue to flick the pee hole. The twitching of Master Ron's cock in his mouth confirmed for Bill he was doing it right.
As the cock stiffen and throbbed Bill slide the smooth meat deeper. Sucking in his cheeks Bill sent his tongue swirling around the shaft in a circular motion. The lips pressed up and down as the tongue swirled around, the flesh shaft getting brief moments of cool pacific air between each bob of Bill's warm mouth.
When Bill heard Master Ron's moans grow louder over the breaking of the waves against the cliff and tasted the pre cum dripping on his tongue Bill knew it was time to progress. Breathing carefully though his nose Bill knelt up straighter, opened his throat and suppressing his gag reflex he slide the fat cock head into the tight embrace of his throat.
Ron's moans grew louder as Bill bobbed his head and neck taking the long twink meat down his throat. Bill even got to enjoy the taste of an early spurt of cum knowing the full load was still to come. Loving the taste of his master, Bill's uncaged cock popped out of his jock strap but there was nothing he could do about it and he kept his focus on Master Ron.
Knowing his Master's load was close but unable to use his hands to help facilitate the grand finale, Bill improvised. Peeling back his lips Bill let the edge of his teeth scrap along the shaft, starting from the base and working up. The sudden sharp edge mixed with the tight grip of his warm wet throat worked and soon Bill was gulping down a thick rope of Master Ron's cum.
After shotting his impressive orgasmic load Ron grabbed Bill's hair in a fist and yanked him off his cock. Pulling the face in close he gave Bill a deep kiss tasting his own cum before following that with a hard slap to the face. Still breathing hard, he added "Damn mine, how long have you been saving that teeth trick up? You are lucky I liked that."
"Thank you, Master," was Bill's quiet reply but Ron could see he was proud to have done well.
After making Bill lick him clean Ron got up and rolled Bill onto his stomach, proceeding to hog tie him using the ankle and wrist cuffs. Watching Bill shuffle and roll uncomfortable on the stone balcony, his escaped and erect cock pressed under him Ron smiled. "I promised you I would keep your cock out of the chastity cage while hear but I didn't say I would touch it or allow you to. Oh, and remember earlier how I promised punishment to come? Well enjoy sleeping outdoors. Have a good night mine."
Ron left Bill erect and hogtied on the balcony as he stepped through the sliding glass door and went to a warm indoor bed for a well-deserved sleep. Despite the cold on the balcony, the tightness of the hog tie bindings, and his untouched erection aching for release Bill managed eventually to fall asleep too.
A warm stream of piss hit Bill's face waking him up before sunrise. After emptying his bladder on his slave Master Ron unlocked one wrist cuff and dropped the key on the balcony floor trusting Bill to deal with the rest. "I have an early shoot today mine; make me breakfast before I go."
Bill served his Master breakfast and knelt under the table sucking Master Ron's cock as he ate until Master Ron shot his morning load into Bill's mouth. As he prepared to head to the photo shoot Ron turned back, "Have a good day mine, I left you a list of chores and remember you stay in your house uniform at all times on this island." Patting Bill's head on the way out, Ron walked to the chaffered SUV smirking to himself thinking of the chore list.
Taking a quick shower to remove the smells of piss and sweat, Bill stood in the kitchen wearing his leather jock strap and the leather cuff and collar set. Like the collar, the thick leather cuffs on each wrist and ankle were locked on so Bill could not remove them, but the heavy steel D-rings were not currently attached to each other or anything else, at the moment, offering him freedom of movement.
Bill nodded to himself as he read the first couple chores no more than ordinary housework but paused when he read the forth item on the list:
4. Walk to the hotel kitchen and pick up the fresh groceries I arranged for. You will receive further instructions there.
Scrubbing the kitchen and the other early morning chores should have been relaxing but he could not avoid thinking about the upcoming walk. He debated grabbing the mask or putting a coat over his outfit, but he knew that was not what Master Ron had in mind. Putting the last dry dish away, Bill steeled himself and walked out the front door.
A few blocks passed where he did not see anyone. It was possible someone spotted him from inside their house, but most people around here were busy with the photo shoot or other activities Von Lauren had them doing. Bill almost began to hope he could walk the couple miles to the hotel unnoticed when he heard a wolf whistle from a nearby porch.
Looking over Bill saw a pack of college kids standing on the porch drinking from red solo cups. One of them gestured for Bill to come closer, and Bill reluctantly obeyed. A conventionally pretty, blond hair girl asked, "Hey, you're the gimp for the new head model or something like that right? I heard about you from my dad, he does the books or something for Von Lauren. Shoot, I wish we were allowed phones here I would love a picture of you."
