Contains some male/male sex, light reading.
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It was mid summer and most weekends I could be found at the lake either fishing or messing about on one of my friends' jetskis. It was a little hot for fishing that weekend so I had on my spandex shorts and a t-shirt and had the jetski fueled up for a morning of fun.
"Are you sure you don't want to take it out first, I brought plenty gas, is your ride man." I said, my friend Chuck was nursing a hangover.
"Nah, I'm good, I always forgot to not do shots when I'm up here then Amber offers and I do shots. I'll live, gonna eat something then sleep this off. Hey, let me know if that throttle is still sticking though, Dave said he fixed it so it should be fine but you know Dave." He replied then went back to his tent.
I had a good group of friends that I'd spend time with, my cousin Amber was a bit of a hellion and generally arrived with at least 2 bottles of vodka or tequila but I stuck to the beer so I could enjoy the mornings on the lake before it got busy. I set out as usual to the speed area, the throttle seemed to be okay so I let loose once I checked my lane was clear and had fun jumping on my own wake and screamed in joy as I did. The lake was huge so I never worried whether people could hear my frequent 'fuck yea, woooooo' as I did silly jumps. I rested a little then started out again, decided I wanted some high speed fun so I used the distant island as a marker and cranked the throttle to see what I could get up to. As I reached the jet ski's top speed I thought I could smell burning but I dismissed it as a distant campfire and carried on.
As the island approached I tried to throttle down but nothing happened, I hit the cutoff switch and it didn't respond either. I hit an outer marker, was going too fast to see what it said but at that point I was worried. I knew turning at the speed I was going would ditch me and likely kill me so I tried pulling out my safety line but that didn't stop the engine either. I braced myself as the beach approached me at high speed, got into crash position and closed my eyes as the sand approached...
"Is he okay, I don't see anything bleeding or broken?" Said the woman.
I'd hit the beach at full speed, knowing the handlebars would have hurt me pretty badly I had been kneeling on the seat when I hit but it still knocked me out when I landed.
"Ow, I'm so sorry, my throttle jammed and I couldn't shut off the engine." I replied, my head was a little fuzzy.
"This is signposted as a private island, why were you even close." Said a man.
"I meant to turn way before your outer marker, I really am sorry. I will have my friends come and get me when I can see straight, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm Marcus" I replied.
"No, you will rest and drink this, you landed pretty hard Mr Marcus. I know if you meant to come here you'd have landed a little softer. We'd rather not have anyone else come so we'll tow you back when our boat comes to get us later." Said the woman as she handed me a bottle of water.
With my vision returning to normal I couldn't help notice they were all dressed in white, the women were in barely there bikinis and the men in loose white shorts. They were all pretty attractive too, all maybe in their mid 30's. I counted 2 men and 4 women, including the lady who had spoken to me first.
"Master won't like this at all." Said the man who'd first objected to me being there.
"Oh hush Damien, Master does have compassion you know, he'll understand." The woman replied.
"I had a look at your jet ski, did you make repairs on it recently?" Asked a different woman.
"No Ma'am, it belongs to a friend who had our other friend fix it." I replied.
"Well your other friend owes him a new engine, he used duct tape to connect some wires that really should have been replaced, it melted and caused a short that fried your electrics and jammed the throttle manifold. You're lucky, if you hadn't been going so fast that you were at that angle it may have got into the fuel and it would have blown you up. It'll float but not much else." She said, wiping her hands on a small towel.
"Well shit, thank you for looking." I replied.
I got my cellphone out to text them and let my friends know I'd be delayed. It explained the dull ache by my life jacket's pocket, the screen was cracked in two and my phone was bent almost in half.
"Um, does anyone have a phone I could borrow please?" I asked.
"Oh we don't have anything with us, we have food, water and emergency radio but we are dropped off then picked up at set times. We should take you to see Master." Said the first woman.
I looked around as I was led inland, the island was clearly man made and had been set up to provide a cordon of privacy from the outside. Once past the several layers of trees and bushes I was led to a group of cabins with a small pool and a couple of hot tubs dotted around. Each had its own little canopy and table with bottles of wine and fruit. I spotted a few more women but respectfully averted my eyes, they were all topless, only wearing their white bikini bottoms. The first woman smiled when she seen me notice them. The man they led me to was inside one of the huts, it had an open side and was basically a big bed with a roof. He was propped up on a big pillow and was getting a blowjob from a blonde woman. She didn't stop when the first woman announced our presence.
"Sir, this man had engine trouble and crashed on the beach, Maya confirmed he was telling the truth, he's a little banged up but he's not seriously hurt." Said the woman.
"I have taken one of my yellow pills, I'm not calling the support craft early. Test him, if he's clear give him the choice, if not he can sit on the beach and wait. I've not been out for 2 months, I will not be denied." He said then closed his eyes to continue enjoying his blowjob. I was led away.
