Chapter 7
Kneeling under the kitchen table Bill sucked Ron's long smooth hairless cock as Ron enjoyed the fresh breakfast Bill had prepared for him. As the meal was wrapping up Bill drank down the thick load that was fired into his mouth before seeing his master off and cleaning the kitchen. As the production of the Pacific ad campaign was wrapping up Ron rewarded Bill with a free day. Bill still had to wear his house uniform and follow the island rules, but otherwise had no chores or tasks assigned.
It was still early morning and Bill was doing pushups on the back deck overlooking the endless pacific when he was surprised by the doorbell. Wearing only his jockstrap, collar, and cuffs, most of his muscled jock flesh was on display and coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Bill opened the front door and immediately fell to his knees. Two of the most powerful women he knew, Mistress Victoria and Von Lauren herself were standing there. While Von Lauren looked both surprised and a little amused by his reaction, Miss V simply patted him on the head saying, "Good boy," as she walked in past him.
Bill was used to being around powerful people but even he was nervous being in a room with both the billionaire who owned the island and Mistress Victoria the renowned author and dominatrix. Immediately going into servant mode Bill rushed together some appetizers and drinks as the women made themselves at home in the living room.
The women accepted the snacks without thanking or acknowledging Bill. As Bill knelt there holding the tray out for the women, he was self-conscious of his outfit and the sweat drying on his marble like body. However, the women seemed unaware of his presence other than accepting the snacks as if they just materialized for them.
Bill knelt silently, face looking down at the floor, holding the tray out in front of him. Bill knew to only speak when spoken too. He did not know Von Lauren well, but he knew what Miss V would expect of him. Moving on from polite chit chat the women started to discuss Bill and Ron.
"So, he will really stay like that until we address him?" Von Lauren asked.
"Oh yes Master Ron has him well trained."
"What if his arms get tired holding the tray?"
"He will stay as long as he can, until his arms start to shake, but that is not what you flew me out here to discuss."
"Yes, as you know I have invested heavily in Ron as my new spokesperson, but I know precious little about the BDSM scene he is immersed in and for many reasons I require an expert on the subject."
"As Ron is also a personal acquaintance, I refused to betray any confidences, but otherwise that I am happy offer my expertise in the field."
"I do want to offer you a generous retainer to be my inhouse expert on BDSM in preparation for my next fashion line. But I am in part counting on that personal connection as well. You see while I have people to coordinate the island wedding, I need someone like you to throw Ron a more exotic bachelor party."
After exchanging some more pleasantries Von Lauren excused herself and left Bill and Miss V alone to plan. Declaring, "I could use a walk after that long jet ride" Miss V clipped a leash to Bill's collar and started walking out the door assuming, correctly, that he would automatically crawl behind her. As they walked around the neighborhood and down by the majestic cliffs Miss V interrogated Bill about everything that had happed so far on the island mining the stories for ideas.
Returning to the house, Miss V declared she had an idea. She thanked Bill with a pat on his head before she immediately began to execute her plans. As Bill heard the details, he was not sure he would like this plan, but he was sure Master Ron would find it amusing.
Ron was sitting under a sun umbrella wearing only a white Von Lauren thong as he laid back in the lounge chair on the white sand beach. The hair and makeup boy was touching up his face and body, making sure it would glisten perfectly in the next shot.
All the other models and crew were done and gone for the day. Ron was thankful the shooting of the ad campaign was almost done. As much as he liked being the center of attention the days had been long, and he was looking forward to spending some quality time with Bill.
When the on-set walkie squawked Ron let the makeup boy answer it and watched his face quickly change from its normal lighthearted fun to panicked in seconds. "Sir one of the daughters was just assaulted in the hotel, Von Lauren is sending security, but they are on the other side of the island, and we are we only a few blocks away." Ron didn't hesitate, he leaped up and ran to the hotel leaving the less fit makeup boy to follow.
Bursting into the lobby Ron saw the desk clerk point to the dark ballroom door, apparently already guessing why he was there. Heedless of his bare feet and being nearly naked in his thong Ron threw open the doors and stopped, suddenly still mid step.
The ballroom was dark except for one bright spotlight in the middle of the room. In that spotlight was not a damsel in distress but instead it was Bill. His slave was standing, his hands stretched over his head tied to a chain that disappeared in the darkness of the high ballroom ceiling. He was dressed up like the fetish version of a cheerleader. Wearing a pink latex mini skirt, matching crop top, and his feet were in pink sneakers. The matt black of his collar and cuffs complementing the shiny pink Latex cheerleader outfit and makeup.
Higher up his eyes were covered with a matching pink blindfold and pink latex ball gag, someone had painted his face with exaggerated girly makeup, and put on a long blond wig. Ron stood there absolutely stunned at the scene before him unsure if he should laugh or be worried.
Thankfully Miss V spared him any more angst when she turned on the overhead ballroom lights, and announced to the crowded room, "The hero is here to rescue the Damsel!" Suddenly he realized the black ballroom was not empty at all but was packed with all his model and island friends. Even more surprisingly his acquaintance and sometime mentor Mistress Victoria from the O-ring Club was there.
"Welcome to your bachelor party Ron!" Miss V announced. "I hope you will excuse our little deception to get you here and enjoy the party. For now, relax and mingle we will deal with the 'damsel in distress' later."
Ron took a moment to appreciate the beauty of his soon to be husband's masculine, musclebound, and smooth body dressed up like a girl in pink latex hanging in the middle of a room full of Ron's coworkers. Turning to Miss V, "This must be your doing."
"Guilty as charged," She replied with a smirk.
As the music started and people began to chat and mingle Ron excused himself to approach Bill. Drawing looks from the crowd he grabbed his slave's Hair/Wig in a fist pulling the head back and kissing his face around the ball gag.
In a quiet voice only Bill could hear, "I love you more than any words can convey, I know this was not easy for you and I am proud of you mine. I am sure you will tell me all about it later. But..." Lifting the skirt he landed a quick series of loud spanks on the firm ass that echoed across the ballroom. "... that doesn't mean I am not going to be punishing you for tricking me later."
Still on the chair Ron addressed the room in a louder voice, "This cheerleader fag is still single until tomorrow so if any of you wants to have some fun with him before I lock on the ole' ball and chain now is the time."
Bill could not see what was happening or reply with the gag set deep, but using context clues he was aware what was happening around him. When Ron was kissing his face, he tried to stick his tongue out around the ball, but Miss V knew how to set a gag properly. As the spanking began, he missed the comforting constraint of his chastity cage and knew his cock was already standing erect tenting his latex mini skirt.
Not long after Ron returned to the crowd, he noticed his fellow model Jun and the effeminate frat bro who must be the one named Lance were circling Bill's bound form each running their hands on his body in some kind of perverted maypole dance.
Lance could not believe his luck, just a few days ago while on the porch, his friends had forced Bill to let Lance sucked down his cock. At the time he worried he would get in trouble for that, but not only did he not get in trouble he was now being encouraged to do it again, and with a bigger audience no less. Running his hands on the rippling abs just below the latex crop top he could not resist leaning in and licking them as he caught sight of one of the models approaching.
Jun was still savoring the erotic memory of being sandwiched between Ron and Bill on a previous night as he approached and noticed one of the college boys was already there. Deciding to make a game of it he ran his fingers and licked Bill's hard abs just like the boy had done, feeling the skin shiver at his soft touch.
The two made eye contract as Lance moved around and lifted the latex skirt pressing his face into Bill's firm buttocks. Lance held up the skirt so that the pretty boy model could see, daring him to follow. Lance took a soft bite on the right cheek, before probing his tongue deeper into Bill. Lance's cock was straining the limits of his pants as he enjoyed tasting Bill.
