SunVision 4

Stripped For Florida: SunVision 4

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SunVision

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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SunVision, Part 4

James woke from troubled slumber. The man was gone again. He'd fucked James hard, gotten dressed and gone out. That had been sometime in the morning. Room service brought him a sandwich and a tray of tropical fruit, but that had been hours ago. James stretched and got up. His stomach gnawed with hunger. He tried the door but was not surprised to find it securely locked. There was no TV, no books, no paper, no electronics. He sat on the bed, his naked back against the wooden headboard and the light outside slowly fade into night. Finally unable to see anything in the room he swung his feet onto the floor and padded into the bathroom. He flicked on the light and stayed under the shower for an unconscionable amount of time. At home his father was adamant that they not use as much water as the wasteful norm in Florida and James was used to taking brief and effective showers. But the darkness in the other room, the loneliness, the urge to completely clean his body after being fucked yet again by this strange man all conspired to keep him under the splash of water. He scoured his scalp with his fingernails, washed his hair, rinsed it and washed it again. He scrubbed his skin from between his toes to behind his ears. He pulled back his foreskin and washed the full length of his penis. He washed his buttocks and anus and put his fingers up himself and washed out as much of his insides as he could reach. He finally admitted that there was no more soap to be rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. As a stripped boy he'd gotten used to not being allowed to cover himself so he simply dabbed the towel at his skin and stood and let himself air dry the rest of the way. He felt much better, almost happy, feeling a bounce in his body. Against hope he tried the door again. To his surprise the knob turned and the door opened, but there stood the man on the other side.

"Hi James, you look good! I brought you a treat."

The man set an array of take-out foods on the small round table in the corner and made a flourish as if presenting a gourmet dinner. James was hungry enough that he wolfed down two plates, but even with appetite as flavor enhancer it wasn't great fare. Meanwhile the man sat back and watched James eat, which didn't add to the boy's comfort level. He was pretty sure the guy was just waiting for him to finish so he could fuck him again, and true to expectation his ass got another pummeling from the guy's viagra-enhanced erection.

What's with this guy, James moaned to himself. Fucks and passes out as if he ran a fucking marathon. He laughed at his thoughts, his good mood not yet entirely crushed. Hours more of staying in the stuffy hotel room did the trick, however, and by dawn James was entertaining bleak thoughts of life imprisonment, throwing himself out the window, escaping and living friendless and homeless on the island somewhere. When the man awoke, sometime around 9 or 10 in the morning, James' body looked as luscious as ever, but his face was gaunt and tear-streaked.

"You don't seem to be very enthusiastic about this trip," the man observed.

James shook his head miserably.

"What can I do to make things better?"

James chose not to utter several bitter remarks that came to mind. "Can we go swimming and hang out on the beach?" he asked in a small voice.

"Sure thing! You're not planning on running away, are you?"

James shook his head vigorously. He'd promise anything -- and keep the promise, too -- if he could just get outdoors.

The man pulled on his yellow, flowered swimsuit and the two of them took the elevator downstairs and walked out onto the beach. James took in huge inhalations of the fresh air, feeling as if he had been oxygen deprived for two days. He stretched his body and felt the sun warm his skin and then he ran into the ocean. He swam far out, diving under each oncoming wave, letting the cool water course over his naked body. Past the surf he lay on his back and took in the huge expanse of blue sky as an antidote to the confinement of the tiny hotel room.

His keeper let him enjoy the morning swimming, and then bought him a much more refreshing lunch at an outdoor cafe. Now that James knew that stripped boys didn't wander the streets here, he wondered at the acceptance of his nudity at the hotel and on the beach.

"How come no one cares if I'm naked here?" he asked the man, his mouth still full of the delicious food. "The police told me that in town they don't let stripped kids wander around without clothes."

"They don't have stripped kids here -- not like Florida," the man explained, "but it's still a pretty tolerant place, especially on the beach. If somebody wants to let their kids play on the beach or go swimming naked, nobody minds."

"But, I'm not a little kid," James protested, "and in the hotel?"

"No, you're not a little kid. That's part of the attraction." James looked down, wishing the subject hadn't strayed back to sex. "But," the man continued, "folks around here are willing to give you the benefit of the doubt on that. At the hotel I'm kind of a good customer, shall I say."

After lunch James took a long run down the beach after reassuring the man he needed the exercise and would return. Then he swam in the ocean, watched the sky darken and the stars come into view even as the western sky was still awash with colors. The man got them another delicious meal and they stayed up listening to three musicians play at the hotel patio late into the night. At last James felt sleepy enough to endure the hotel room again. For the first time on the trip he wasn't fucked when they got into bed and within five minutes he was out like a light and slept soundly until morning.

"Well, it's been delightful, but I've got to drop you off and get myself back to work," the man informed him at breakfast the next morning. James was happy to see a blue taxi pull up. He enjoyed the scenery on the way back to the airport. The taxi dropped them off at the small building where the same official looked over documents and papers. He and the man discussed the weather and the flight plans, and then they walked over to the man's waiting jet. As they cruised over white clouds beneath bright blue sky James ruminated over this strange trip. Why had the man suddenly shifted from fucking him and keeping him locked up to letting him play and feeding him great meals? Had he experienced a sudden bout of compassion? Was it seeing his tears that morning? Should he have let his emotions show sooner? Or had the guy simply had enough sex for one trip?

The man's voice intruded on his thoughts. "You start school again soon?"

"Um, yeah. Monday."

"How often are you at SunVision?"

"Weekends. Saturdays mostly."

The man nodded. "They say you like to get fucked."

James cringed. "It's okay."

"So, how do I compare?"

The guy was asking if he was a good lover? This was all about him? James decided to be kind. "You're alright. I wouldn't worry about it."

"My wife says I'm 'mechanical' -- whatever that means."

James hesitated. "Look, I'm just a kid, sir. I don't know much about these things. But, well, when you did other things with me like swim or enjoy a good meal or listen to music, it was real nice. Not just sex, if you know what I mean. My girlfriend, she likes sex a lot -- more than I do, I think -- but she doesn't want just sex. She wants to do other things with me, too."

The man nodded. After almost half an hour of silence as the plane flew on through the clear atmosphere the man looked over at James.

"Thanks. Thanks for everything."

James nodded.

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James stayed after school for math tutoring. It wasn't his best subject, but he was determined to get more than a passing grade so he could complete the college-prep credits. He certainly didn't want to spend his whole life making porn movies, no matter what his dad had in mind. He walked home, feeling the air on his naked body, fingering his penis and thinking about Kate. One thing about being a stripped boy in Florida, it was okay to be sexy, hard -- hell, lots of boys simply orgasmed in public. Personally, he wasn't comfortable with that part and he was glad his dad hadn't hooked him up to all those gizmos that could force a boy to ejaculate at any time. But, he was letting himself enjoy the fact that he could touch himself and get hard, especially right now when the only people around were rushing past in automobiles.

He opened the back screen door and let it slam shut behind him and walked into the kitchen for a tall glass of milk and a peanut butter sandwich.

James was surprised to hear his dad call him from the other room. His dad was hardly ever home at this time.

"Dad, what's up . . . ?"

He stopped. Gathered around the dining room table were his Dad, Andy from SunVision, and a very naked Kate.

"Kate!"

She laughed and got up and hugged him tight, her naked body against his.

"What's going on?"

"They stripped me!"

"Oh, I mean, shit!"

"Yeah."

"Hi James," Andy interjected.

James and Kate turned. Kate sat down and pulled James into her lap. Her fingers quickly found his penis and started stroking him into an erection. "Kate . . . "

"It's okay, James," she murmured, "we're both stripped now, so we can do whatever we want!"

Andy and James' dad looked at each other and smiled. "That's the spirit, Kate," Andy said. "James. It's no secret at SunVision that your island trip didn't go over as well as we had hoped."

James looked down and tried to grimace. Kate's ministrations didn't help and he ended up making an awkward grin instead.

"After some consultations Jason decided to make a first ever offer from SunVision to strip a girl, namely Kate. We thought you might enjoy having your girlfriend as part of the team. Fortunately Kate's mother was agreeable. She says she is moving to Hawaii and has been looking for something for Kate to do here that would leave her well supported."

James tried to turn around to look at Kate. He was somewhat surprised. He thought Kate's mother hated him, but Kate always countered that her mother was simply crazy. "She loves me," she would say, "but she's not too big on parenting."

"It's true," Kate said now, "she has a new boyfriend and all she can think about is joining him in Hawaii. She's leaving me here . . . to live with you if that's alright."

"Yeah, of course! You practically live here already. But," James asked, "how's this part of SunVision?"

"SunVision stripped me for life, just like you. I'm going to be modeling with you."

James sorted out the implications. "Modeling" at SunVision mostly meant getting fucked as far as James was concerned. What would Kate's involvement mean for him?

In the weeks ahead James found out. Kate was highly enthusiastic about sex with James. Now that she was stripped her enthusiasm increased. She fucked him at night, in the morning, on the couch; she sucked him off; she jacked him off at the dinner table in front of his dad. James was embarrassed but Kate was not about to be held back and his dad said it was nice to see them having so much fun. All that was great and James was happy enough at home.

At school Kate and James could now be more up front about their sexual relationship because they were both stripped. James' classmates gave him a good-natured ribbing about it, but that was fine, too.

SunVision was another matter. James continued to get fucked by every male model in the place on camera every weekend. Kate, too, was fucked by every male model in the place on camera every weekend. She was wildly vocal in her enjoyment of it and quickly became known for her enthusiasm. James watched her atop one of the tanned young guys, energetically riding his long cock, rising up until the wet shaft nearly pulled out of her shaved vagina and then sliding it's full length back inside her body. He knew how delicious it was to be in that position, but he'd always figured this guy to be one of the gayest of the bunch at SunVision. Here he was enjoying Kate's sexual favors as much as every other male in the place.

"But, James," Kate protested, "you fuck all these guys every week, too. You have been for months."

"You think I had a choice in the matter!" James countered. "My dad stripped me. What could I do about it?"

"I didn't ask to be stripped either, James! I'm in the same boat."

"You don't act like it. You're having the time of your life."

"What? I should suffer? I'm not asking you to suffer. Enjoy it, why not? Am I not giving you enough sex at home? Is that the problem?"

"No," moaned James, "you're giving me plenty of sex. It's just . . . I don't know; I never wanted to be a porn star. I'm not even gay -- how am I supposed to enjoy all this?"

"You always tell me you're not gay. But you know what James? That first time I came to SunVision and watched that guy fuck you in the ass. That was super hot. And, you know what -- you loved it. You enjoy getting fucked."

"Not by that old guy from Alabama!"

"I believe that, James, i really do." Kate's voice was compassionate and she reached out and touched him on the cheek. "That was wrong. But the guys at SunVision. They're sweeties. You love them."

James hung his head. He hadn't minded SunVision on Saturdays and Kate all week. He just wasn't ready to share.

"I guess I just want you to myself," he said in a quiet voice.

"You're my sweetheart. I'll be your partner forever, if that's what you want. There's nobody else I would offer that to -- nobody. But, face it, we're working for a porn company. We can't exactly be monogamous. And so what, we like sex! Why not? I think you should let yourself enjoy it more!"

"I like sex, I do," James insisted, "but I also like it when we do more than just have sex. Like, if we go for a walk, or just hang out in the living room, or go swimming -- we could learn to play music or something."

Kate leaned over and kissed James impulsively. "I love you, James. One minute I'm worried I'm not giving you enough sex, and the next minute you're complaining we're doing nothing but having sex. But I get what you're saying. Let's make a gourmet meal together and surprise your dad when he gets home."

Nevertheless, James couldn't help thinking that Kate had gotten the better end of being stripped. He got fucked by guys while she got fucked by more guys. He certainly didn't get the opportunity to fuck more girls -- he wasn't even "forced" to fuck more girls which would keep him out of trouble with his girlfriend. He'd almost forgotten about his forced three days with the "important client" of SunVision when he and Kate had an all new experience one Saturday. As usual they'd spent the night having sex, arguing and sleeping in turns. His dad dropped them off at SunVision. James was expecting another day of getting fucked by one or another of the young guys. They always pretended that it was "just for practice" but James was well aware of both still and video cameras documenting everything from multiple angles. In spite of protestations to the contrary he was sure that the acts were being sold worldwide through a sophisticated porn network.

"Hi Kate and James," Andy greeted them, "I need you today for a joint project."

James looked over at Kate and couldn't help grinning. "Great!" Kate said enthusiastically.

Andy led them into a room they hadn't been in before. A narrow bed stood on its own in the center of the room.

"Okay, Kate, I need you lying on your back in the center here. I'll need to blindfold you and your assistants will be coming in a minute."

"Oooh, kinkie," Katie teased as she lay down and Andy tied the blindfold.

"You have no idea," Andy teased back.

James looked at Kate lying blindfolded in front of him and found himself getting aroused already. Within minutes three of the regular photographers began setting up equipment along with two guys James didn't know. They set down a long tool chest, opened it and got to work. James quickly became fully aroused, his cock sticking straight up. The guys strapped Katie down by the wrists and ankles, worked a large ball gag into her mouth and strapped it firmly in place around her head. One of the guys threw a rope into the air and James looked up just in time to see it loop over a hook in the ceiling with the free end falling just short of Kate's bound body.

"Okay, your turn buddy," one of the guys said to James. He stood waiting. "I need you to lay your body down right over hers, but don't put that thing inside her," he instructed.

James shrugged and lay down, feeling Kate's soft warmth on his own skin. He ached to put his penis up her but understood that such things had to be done on camera. Instead he tucked his erection between his own pubic bone and Kate's, the length extending upwards onto her belly. He turned his face to the side, not sure how to position his head against the ball gag. He felt his ankles being strapped down and one of the guys put his arms behind his back and strapped the wrists tightly together.

"Not like that, buddy." James felt strong hands turn his head and lay his lips across the ball gag. Straps went around his head and within seconds they were pulled so tight that he had no choice but to open his mouth and accept the intrusion of the gag into his own mouth. At the same time his wrists were lifted straight up above his body, evidently by the same rope he'd seen hooked to the ceiling. Belatedly James tried to move, only to find that he was being kept achingly immobile the length of Kate's body and sharing the same gag with her. Her arms were strapped above her head to the corners of the bed, while his were pulled back as far as they could go, bound by the wrists and suspended from the ceiling.

"Are we almost ready?" asked the voice of one of the photographers he knew well enough.

"Three minutes and counting," replied one of the new guys. At that point kneaded earplugs were inserted into each ear and the world went silent. A blindfold went around his eyes and now his world was dark as well.

Even though he should have been expecting something of the kind, the first touch of flesh to his anus came as a shock. The touch momentarily pulled away and then the hugest cock he'd ever experience blasted straight up into him without further preamble or subtlety. The invading cock pulled out and he felt an immediate thrust; he braced himself for the the second invasion into his anus but felt the body slam straight up against his own, but without any cock inside him. While he struggled to figure out what had just happened, the penis angled its way into his anal opening and once again plunged fully into his body, hitting his prostate and withdrawing. Again the body slammed into his buttocks without penetrating him and this time James anticipated the thrust and belatedly tried to relax and let the man's huge erection enter without having to force its way through. The thrusts continued without pause, but James struggled to reorient himself. He felt Kate's body under his and did his best to let his own body mould itself to her curves. He relaxed his muscles and imagined himself as a large blob of jello that could accept any manner of penetration without resistance. As he let go, he had a sudden realization that this man -- or his cock, at least -- was in turn fucking him and then his girlfriend, the thrusts just inches away from one another but penetrating a wholly different body, first anus then vagina, then anus, then vagina. Relaxing more, he could feel the rising surge of Kate's pubic bone as the phallus entered her body and then seconds later the full experience of the penetration would slam into him as the same huge hard on made its way to his core. James felt himself moan into the gag, but there was no sound. Surely Kate was moaning as well -- but there was no sound that he could hear. He could feel her hot breath against his face, gagged as they were within inches of one another, face to face, blindfolded eyes to blindfolded eyes. James felt his bound arms aching, the blood draining away from his wrists and hands and upper arms. The fucking continued relentlessly. At last with one huge thrust the owner of the enormous cock exploded hot liquid into James, pulled out and slammed a final time into Kate and then the two were left in silent darkness, breath to breath and body to body.

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(The End)