"Wow, this island sure is nice!"
Jun Nakamura shielded his eyes while he looked at the sun. He was in absolute paradise. The pathway he strolled along was lined with beautiful palm trees, and the cool tropical breeze felt good in the pleasantly warm, sunny weather. After checking into Santa Rosa Island Resort, on the tiny island nation in the Caribbean, he thought to explore the area a bit. On a sign, he saw directions to the marketplace, and decided to head there. He wanted to buy some souvenirs for his family, and a thank-you gift for his manager for letting him go on this trip.
Jun was the most popular male idol in Japan. He was worshiped by legions of teenage fans for his boy-next-door charm, sweet and innocent demeanor, and his incredible dancing skills. After months full of concert rehearsals, acting jobs, and TV appearances, Jun was exhausted and desperately needed this vacation.
Each shop had various knick knacks that one would expect to find in an island resort gift shop. Jun got some magnets and such for his mom and sister, but couldn't find anything that would suit his manager's taste. What does he like anyways?
Despite the fact that Jun's manager had been working with him for several years now, Jun didn't know much about the man. He knew his last name, Yoshida, but not his first, he just always called him Manager-san. He was always cool and collected, punctual and precise, the ideal manager for getting Jun through his busy schedules. Jun felt bad that he had been in his manager's care for so long and didn't even know what kind of things he would like! He would need to find out more about his manager once he got back to Japan.
In the meantime, he wanted to continue looking through the shop, but nothing really caught his eye. Not even the fancy wine that was apparently made with berries that they grew right there on the island. Jun had no idea of his manager's hobbies, but something about the man gave a strong feeling of control. He really doubted his manager drank much alcohol, he couldn't imagine the older, stoic man like him letting loose in such a way. Jun himself was particularly weak to alcohol, and his manager always checked to make sure he wasn't given any accidentally. Though, there was that time at the wrap-up party for that TV drama...
Each shop he went in he could see the shopkeeper and all the other islanders watching him closely. Jun was used to thousands of adoring fans watching him on stage, but something about being stared at in public made him shy and embarrassed.The bathing suit the airport had lended him after losing his luggage wasn't helping either. He was grateful, of course, but wished they were a little bit bigger. They were supposed to be swimsuits, but Jun guessed due to his oversized asscheeks the thin string in the back was completely swallowed up in between the crevice of his ass.
Jun didn't want to be liked just for his body. He was so happy that his fans enjoyed how hard he worked to deliver the best performance possible. But, he tended to end up doing beach scenes or sleepwear photoshoots, where he was wearing less clothing than comfortable. Not to mention his concert outfits were getting more and more revealing, the latest one that his manager showed him was just a crop top with a mesh t-shirt and some shorts. His manager said the outfit was designed for easier movement, and it would look better while Jun was dancing, so Jun agreed to wear it. His manager was always thinking ahead like that, his planning always seemed to come through.
I wonder if I could ask Hayato what to get my manager? He has good taste, he's always wearing those designer clothes. Jun decided to head back to the resort and find Hayato, his bandmate, so he turned onto the dirt path that he thought led back to the hotel and continued onwards.
After a good 15 minutes of walking, Jun realized that this road might not lead back to the hotel after all. He didn't even realize that he had been walking in the opposite direction! Jun was so lost in thought he stopped in the middle of the road and looked down each way. What way did I come from again? Oh no, this always happens to me! Jun seemed to get lost far more than he followed directions, that's why having his manager accompany his schedules was so important. Before they had started doing that, Jun would always end up taking the wrong train, or walking into a hotel across town from the one he was booked in.
Um, I think the way back was this way? Jun continued down the road, in the direction he was originally walking towards. He saw some buildings in the distance, so he got excited! Yes, I think I found it! But as he got closer, he realized that this wasn't the resort hotel after all.
He walked past a fence into what he guessed was a small village. This must be where the islanders live! Jun thought. There were many small houses, their age and construction indicated by the peeling paint and slanted boards used. At the very least, Jun realized, he could ask one of the locals for directions back to the hotel!
The street was fairly busy, with small stalls lining it along the houses, locals selling various produce and goods. It was more crowded than the resort marketplace, and when Jun tried to get somebody's attention he was drowned out by the crowd. Oh no, I'll never get back if I can't find someone to ask for directions! Jun buried his face in his hands and was seriously starting to worry.
"Hey, you lost?"
Jun looked up. In between two of the houses, at the entrance to a narrow alleyway, stood a tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscular man. He looked like a bodybuilder, with his black hair cropped short, and dark skin like all of the other islanders. Jun wasn't that familiar with foreigners, but he didn't want to appear prejudiced, so he decided the man looked friendly enough.
"Hello, yes, sorry, I'm lost, can you tell me how to get back to the hotel?" Jun was nervous to speak English with a foreigner, his manager had hired a tutor for him in preparation for his "global debut", but this was his first time having a conversation in English.
"Lost huh? Looking like that?"
"Uhm." Jun looked down. It was true, he must look very pitiful with only his white t-shirt and too-small bathing suit.
The man looked over his shoulder and called down further into the alley. "Looks like this bitch is lost, boys. What do you say we help him out, huh?"
Jun peered around the man and realized that there was a small group of other locals in the alleyway. They looked like they had been playing cards, probably gambling. Jun realized that maybe these locals weren't so trustworthy after all.
"Um, actually, I think I know the way. I'll find it on my own." Jun started to back up, but before he could make his escape, the tall man grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Hey, no need to worry. We're not gonna hurt ya, right boys?" The other men howled in laughter. "In fact, you should stick with us. Didn't ya hear that visitors shouldn't leave the resort? It's dangerous out here. But don't worry, we'll protect ya." A carnivorous grin spread across the man's face, bearing his shark-like teeth, looking like a predator about to pounce upon his prey.
What Jun didn't know is that was exactly how he looked. The group of local men couldn't have been happier. Tourists didn't usually venture out this far, but when they did, they were treated very well. The men hadn't emptied their balls in a couple of hours (the men of Santa Rosa Island are known to be particularly virile), so they couldn't believe their luck that an Asian twink with a tiny waist and huge, bouncy phat ass was standing right in front of them.
Jun was so intimidated by all of the strangers that he couldn't speak, his face turning bright red. The tallest man, who was also the most muscular, led him further down the alleyway. The other three men were similarly built, handsome and fit. The other thing they all had in common was the enormous bulges in their shorts.
The alleyway was strange. It had trash and what looked like used condoms strewn all over the ground. There's a dirty, soiled mattress and some other broken furniture further away. On the brick walls are graffiti, such an outline of a dick in black paint and some spurts in white paint next to it. There's also various phone numbers graffitied on the wall. It has the smell of old condoms and stale sperm.
"Come on, don't be shy. I'm Andres. And that's Carlos, Tygo, and Gotti," the large bodybuilder said, gesturing respectively to a leaner man with warm brown skin and curly hair, a shorter and stockier but still very muscular man, and then a man that was smaller than Andres but appeared to be cut out of perfect black marble.
Jun's heart started to race. Despite Andre's words of reassurance, he did actually feel like he was in danger. Well, not dangerous exactly. Just that the itch in his hole was starting again. Jun figured being around men with such huge... equipment, must have triggered his JPS. He tried to make his escape, but when he turned around, the group of men collectively gasped.
"Holy shit, the bitch is leaking already!" Carlos exclaimed. Jun stopped dead in his tracks. The man was right, he could feel the familiar stream of pussy juice slowly trickling down his leg.
"I knew you were one of those pussy sluts. Why else would you be coming to our island?"
Jun was boxed in by the four huge men (in more ways than one). He was unable to make eye contact, his gaze drifting towards their crotches. Each one had a huge bulge in his pants, protruding several inches outward. Some of the bulges snaked almost to their knees. Jun couldn't help but stare in amazement at how big they were, the subtle itch deep inside him soon turning into a ravenous hunger. He'd never seen cocks as big as these before.
The men noticed Jun's staring, he was not subtle at all. The confusion, mixed with an almost instinctual hunger, shone in his eyes. They looked at each other, grinning like they had just won the lottery. They began to unzip their pants, hauling out their fat, oversized python-like cocks. Jun let out a high gasp when he saw the massive tools.
