Lost in Hawaii

This is Gay Male. Non-Consent. If that is not your thing, there are a lot of great stories on this site. There are three chapters under gay male prior to this.

This is not an easy story. Walker's voice was so strong in my head I had to write it down.

Thank you to Bidickulous for doing an edit on this, and for your support, Hugs!

Lost In Hawaii 03

Mitchell popped the cabin door open and sauntered in with a shit-eating grin on his face. After the first glance I refused to look at him and stared at his feet instead. Mr. Self-Satisfied slowly circled around my tied body.

He'd played with me the whole trip without even coming down to see me. He'd periodically turn the vibe on, making my body long for completion. It wasn't on for long periods of time, only to suddenly interrupt my visions of lashing the ass to a rail and kicking him in the balls. Instead, my balls would get excited all over again, pull up tight then be denied the chance to fire. It would have been kinder to leave the damn thing on so I'd become numb to it. But, that wasn't the point, now was it?

"You're mad."

I gave a short, definitive nod.

"You're horny?"

The hungry amusement in his voice made me waddle to turn and ignore him. It had taken me at least half an hour to unwind the rope so my arms could relax a bit. That had been a pain in the ass. Literally. The damn vibe hadn't been on but it moved in my hole every time I moved. The moment I got free I was going to strangle him.

Murderous thoughts didn't help keep my tiny brain quiet when he came up behind me and palmed my ass cheeks. The slow massage made me want to arch into his hands and grind my cock into a wet, tight pussy. All the groping he'd done this past year had made my body crave his touch. I'd had no idea what he'd been doing to me until now.

All of his conditioning had done it's job. I'd come to accept his more intimate touches over the past year, despite my protests.

"How ya doing, baby?" Soft kisses to the back of my neck accompanied the question.

The massaging of my cheeks moved the dildo, sending pleasurable impulses through my body.

"I want my arms down," I gurgled around the penis gag.

At some point, I realized I'd been sucking on it out of sheer boredom. Wasn't gonna tell him that, though. And, I certainly wasn't going to tell him I'd wondered what it would feel like if it was his cock in my mouth, how he'd feel on my tongue. The kidnapping jerk would have been ecstatic to hear it.

"I think I understood that."

He slowly lowered my arms until the wrists were even with my collar. Then he tied the rope to the wall mount again. I'd hoped he'd unlock me first so I could deck him. Mr. Plan-Ahead had anticipated me. He ran a longer clothe covered chain under one wrist, put both ends under my collar and looped one end under the other wrist before locking the ends in place. There was only about six inches of play between each wrist and the collar. There would have been a foot of play if he hadn't looped ends through the collar.

He knelt at my feet with an evil grin. "Kick me and you'll stay here, just like this all night. Don't fight me, baby. Sleeping in a bed is much more comfortable."

I closed my eyes and ignored him as he took the spreader off and hobbled my feet together with a foot long chain. His touch was gentle and firm as he checked my ankles, making sure I wasn't sore or lame. It was humiliating to have my best friend, the man I thought of more as a brother, keeping me chained like some pet he was breaking in.

He was breaking me in, making me tame to ride. I was becoming his little sex slave to cater to his every desire. That sudden realization made me want to beat him over the head and run for the hills to get away. Why did it also make me so damnably turned on?

"You did good, baby. I bet you need to hit the head."

I glared at him but nodded anyway.

"Okay, leash first and then I'll unlock the rope."

I wanted to die as he looped the leash under my collar then back though the hole at the end. He unlocked the small clothe covered chain from the ceiling rope and slipped it and it's lock into his pocket.

He made kissing noises at me, tugged on the leash and said, "Common, boy." Like I was some dog being brought to heal. Anger erupted all over again, but I had to beat it back. Otherwise I was going to leak all over the place like some untrained puppy.

The walk to the head took forever for such a short distance. I kept stumbling because of the damn hobble. That gave Mitchell the opportunity to catch me, which meant he got to touch me. A lot of that "help" was deliberate, unnecessary contact. Where was a referee to throw him out of the game when I needed one?

He took the harness off and pulled the dildo out when we finally got into the bathroom. To my horror, he held my cock as I took a piss. I couldn't believe it. After that I took a shit and was contemplating how to wipe when he swooped in and took care of business. No one had wiped me, but me, since I was a baby. And since I couldn't remember that it didn't count! I glared at his long brown toes as he washed his hands. If it wasn't for the bloody gag I'd be screaming at him right now and he knew it.

"Fine, I'll take the gag out and get you water. But if you are anything less then courteous the gag goes back in."

I squirmed as I took internal evaluation of how much longer I wanted the damn thing in my mouth. I was thirsty so I nodded in agreement.

I licked my lips and enjoyed closing my mouth again. My slightly sore jaw thanked me for being back in its proper position. "You're going to let me piss and shit by myself."

"Oh fuck no, baby," he said as he lead me up to the lounge. "You're not getting anywhere near your dick until I'm confident you won't wank off behind my back. But don't worry, I have a plan for that problem." His grin said it wasn't going to be something I liked.

I wanted to physically and verbally lash out at him but he held water to my lips. I guzzled down every last drop.

"Maybe I should have gone into nursing. This is fun."

I rolled my eyes and started shuffling toward the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked in amusement just before he tugged hard enough on the leash to make me stumble towards him. Instead of catching me he guided my slow fall onto a couch. I was flat on my back with my feet up on it, too.

Mitchell stood over me as he adjusted the chain between my wrists to rest behind my head. My hands were up by my ears.

My heart leapt into my mouth as he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. His 9 1/2" long, thick cock sprang out of it's nest of trim, dark brown hair. I couldn't help but stare in awe and a bit of fear as it pointed at me.

"Mitchell, I..."

My eyes nervously darted back and forth between his eyes and the monster waving at me.

"What's rule number one?" he asked as he laid down on my chained body. His legs straddled mine. His cock pressed firmly against my rapidly stiffening member. I could feel his belly covering mine as he settled on me chest to chest. He was hot and heavy and felt fucking amazing as my body accepted his weight like he was meant to be there.

"You won't, oh god," I groaned as he gave a little thrust against me. "You won't fuck my virgin hole unless I ask you to. I'm not... oh, oh god... I don't want you to fuck me." I wasn't sure if I was lying or telling the truth at that moment.

Mitchell fisted my hair with one hand while he used the other arm for leverage to hold some of his weight. He smiled as his hips did some wicked figure eight move that drove me crazy. I didn't have much mobility but I ground up against him as best I could.

"You like that, baby? The feel of my cock nestled against yours? Our balls rubbing together?"

"Jesus, yes," I hissed. I bit my lips to keep from crying out for more.

"Sh, sh, sh, don't do that. I have better uses for those lips."

He licked my lip in a silent demand to open my mouth. I'd never kissed a man, not until he'd laid one on me in the taxi. I couldn't help but look at his smartly cut dark brown hair. His long roman nose was perfect, had never been broken. Warm brown eyes stared at my lips as he humped my body. I wanted him to kiss me. After hours of being turned on, but receiving no touch, I wanted contact in every way possible. I slowly opened my mouth in submission.

As his lips locked on mine I almost came. Our hips ground together as he rode my body and plundered my lips. If my ankles had been free, I'd have wrapped my legs around him. His forearm held my arm down, and his hand held my head at his preferred angle for kissing. His tongue mimicked the movements of his hips.

"Damn, you feel good under my body. Don't cum yet, baby, just a little bit longer."

He rocked us back and forth, rubbing out cocks together, trapped between our bellies. He kissed me hard as he slipped a finger into my mouth, quickly followed by a second one. I couldn't think anything but "Don't stop" as he stood up with his fingers holding my mouth open, caressing my tongue.

"You're gonna swallow it. Now," he panted hard as he knelt beside my head and jerked his cock off into my mouth. His salty fluid coated my taste buds with squirt after squirt. I couldn't stop pumping my hips, waiting for him to get done then finish me off. I didn't even care he was feeding me another load. I just needed to come.

"Oh fuck, yeah. That's it, baby. Take my load." He watched as I closed my lips around his finger and swallowed. My tongue caressed him the way he imagined it would feel if his cock was in my mouth.

"After four hours of standing up top, knowing you were hard and horny, waiting for me. Fuck, I came quick." He smiled in satisfaction as I waited for him to finish me off. (Yes, I remembered the rules, but damn it!)

"Mitchell?" I hissed. My balls felt like they were going to explode. I couldn't handle this much longer without either killing him or turning into a begging, blubbering mess.

He cocked an eyebrow at me and tilted his head. "What do you want, baby?"

"Please, please! You've been messing with me all day. Please, just once, let me cum," I begged and wiggled to turn on my side. My cock flopped around, looking for relief.

"What's rule number two?" His voice was so serious, so stern. The look on his face had turned from post-orgasmic bliss to sharp interest. I was running into a brick wall and knew it was going to hurt.

Regardless of the consequences, I stood up and shuffled towards him, hoping he'd yield. It was nerve wracking being this close, needing, but fearing the man who'd chained me up, molested me and was sexually torturing me till I wanted to scream in need. It had briefly occurred to me to role over and quickly hump the couch, but realized he'd get to me before I finished. Just a few firm swipes of his fist and all would be well.

"Mitchell, please listen. This isn't right and it isn't fair. You know that. Let me go or let me cum. My balls are turning blue, man." I ended a little more desperately then I'd intended to.

"You're right. There are things here that aren't fair, but not what you think. So, I'm not letting you go and I'm not letting you cum." Mitchell gave me a long look as I stood in front of him, fists balled in anger.

"You don't know your place, baby, and are about to learn it."

"Mitchell," I said sharply. "Knock it the fuck off and get this shit off me, now!"

Before I could blink, Mitchell grabbed my wrist chains and had me chest down over his knees. My elbows hung uselessly over his right thigh while my hobbled feet struggled to find purchase on the floor on his left side. My cock kept bumping his left thigh as I struggled to get up. His right arm was firmly anchored over my back, keeping me pinned to his lap.

"Let me go, you fucking asshole," I yelled at the top of my lungs right before he cracked my ass with his left.

My voice quickly turned to pain as he cracked me over and over again. The cabin filled with the sound of his palm on my ass and my breathless yelps. I don't know how long this went on before he stopped and massaged my beat red cheeks. I was almost sobbing as I tried to catch my breath.

"I told you, you don't call the shots any longer. I'll go over the rules again, since you didn't answer my question. Number one, no fucking your virgin ass. Number two, you don't cum unless I'm balls deep in your ass. Number three, you will wake me up with a blow job every morning. Number four, obey or be punished. You disobeyed when you didn't answer my question."

Mitchell continued to massage my ass as I hung my head in shame at him besting me. It was incomprehensible that he was actually carrying this farce out. I was so angry and my ass was still smarting and the asshole wasn't letting me up.

"We're adding two more rules," he said quietly. "You obviously still think we are equals. That's no longer the case, baby. I am your master now. You are my slave and as such, you'll start call me Sir. That's rule number five, and you'll do it all the time. No more first name basis, baby. You don't deserve to call me Mitchell anymore. Sir will be easier out in public. It's a bit old-fashioned but still used. The sixth rule is polite behavior. That includes no more swearing at me unless you tell me to fuck your tight, little ass."

I gasped as Mitchell sucked on a finger and slowly inserted it into said hole. I struggled against him as the feeling of his finger left me feeling raw and exposed. He held on tight as his digit slipped past my sphincter.

"No, no, no, please stop, Mitchell, ah Jesus," I jumped as he made some "come-hither" gesture inside my ass. It felt amazing.

"What's my name?" he asked loudly. I yelped as he let go long enough to crack my ass with his right hand.

"Sir, sir, sorry, sir."

He kept up that little motion in my ass, slowly rotating his finger back and forth. The anal play succeeded in stretching me out a bit. I could feel my back entrance getting a little bit wider. The sensation was amazing and frightening at the same time. I'd never realized how sensitive my asshole was and he was playing it like a fiddle.

"Your obedience includes me touching you however and whenever I like. If I want to hump you and stop before you cum, I will. If I want to spend the next hour fingering your your ass, I will. And this little foreplay to your deflowering will be happening a lot." He suddenly withdrew his fingers and slapped my right ass check, then dumped me off his lap as he stood up.

As I looked up at him, I finally saw the man he was instead of the boy I'd grown up with. Right now I didn't like either one.

Mr. Muscles hauled me to my feet and lead me to the dock, basically carrying my hobbled ass off the boat.

"Alright. You are going to stand right here while I unload our stuff. We'll be staying here for a while so you can get some serious training in."

The words "fuck you" were so close to the surface but my ass still stung so I held it in.

"I need a little eye candy as I unload. You are one fine piece of eye candy to get me motivated, baby." He winked and hustled back on the boat.

I stood there like a naked idiot staring at my chained wrists that were attached to my collar. The bracelet wires were braided in silver, gold and copper. On closer inspection there looked to be a tiny little hole by the clasp were a pin key could get in.

The chains keeping me captive were covered in cloth with thick D rings that could spin attached to the ends. A small stainless steel padlock kept my arms and feet captive. I'd finally seen the key on a bracelet on his wrist so there was no point going to look for it while he was hauling stuff off the yacht.

I gave a good yank to see if there was any sort of give, but felt nothing. No metal was perfect. If I kept this up a weakness would show up.

So, I yanked, pulled and twisted while the jerk was out of sight. I probably looked like a fool, stumbling from slightly loosing balance. I was so caught up in trying to break something, at least one wire, I didn't realize I'd traveled right up to the edge of the dock. I yanked at the bracelets some more, trying to get leverage to pull them off. One small step back had my foot landing in thin air.

The ocean closed over my head, shocking me a bit with the sudden fall. Instinct kicked in from years of swimming. I tried to kick and reached out to take a long stroke but to no avail. In that momentary fall I'd forgotten about the damn chains threatening to drown me.

One dolphin kick got me pointed up right. A second got me moving and a third made me run right into Mitchell. He grabbed my collar as I swatted feebly at him, then haled me to the surface. I coughed and sputtered water out of my lungs as I tried to drag in a breath.

"It's okay, baby. I gotcha," he huffed as he swam with me as extra baggage. His summer of lifeguard duty was paying off. He hauled me up over his shoulder as he got his feet under him and staggered up onto the beach.

"Jesus, are you okay, Walker? Baby?" His hands were exploring every part of my body, looking for God knows what. "I turn my back for one moment and when I come back you're nowhere, until I see you drowning just off the dock."

His frantic search stopped as he cupped my face in his hands. "What happened, baby?"

"I tripped," I said stubbornly as I stared at his feet.

I was going to spend a lot of time staring at his feet. I couldn't stand looking at his suspicious, squinty-eyed gaze. Instead, I drew in a deep breath and tried to head butt him. I was way too obvious as he side stepped me and let me sprawl in the sand.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I spent the next several minutes throwing a tantrum. I wrestled the fucking chains and scrambled to kick sand at the ass who'd put me in this position. Mitchell just watched and occasionally sidestepped me with his hands crossed over his ripped chest.

As I heaved in another deep breath to continue the fight, he yanked me off the ground and hauled me back to the Pacific. He dunked me over and over as I fought and sputtered profanities at him.

"You done yet?" he asked as he pulled me up.

"Fuck y..." I gurgled on 'you', too busy trying to hold my breath. At one point, I was able to get my hands around his calf and bite him. He yanked me off and gave me a little more distance as I continued the battle. Unfortunately, the lack of oxygen wore me out faster then I care to admit.

Mitchell, again, hauled my exhausted form out of the ocean and stood over me as I knelt at his feet, trying to catch my breath. I looked up at him in a bit of fear as I realized I was sill in the same exact position as when this started.

He fisted my hair and forced me to look up at him. He'd never looked at me with such such disappointment and anger.

"I know you better then you think, baby. I've seen your gay bondage mags. I've seen the pictures you took when you got a pair of handcuffs. You didn't read those mags or get the cuffs cause you were curious about being a dom. You got 'em cause you wanted to be the one tied and bound for my pleasure."

My heart almost stopped at the truth in his words. How the hell had he found out about that?

"I thought I'd lost you when Heather came on the scene. You two were perfect together. I would have cheered for you cause she made you so damn happy, but you dumped her in August. And, I knew that was my last chance. I begged you for the last year to come to me. Let me show you what could be. But you refused. So I guarded you till I could get you here. And I'm taking you, now."

He got me on my feet and lead me by the leash up the garden path to the house. I couldn't stop shaking as he washed me in sun warmed water, shampooed and rinsed my hair. Then made sure I wasn't cut after my tantrum. His hands were gentle but his body language spoke of anger.