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Subject: ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK PART ONE

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banpart.txt ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK -------------------- by Mike Khan
The sun cast an orange glow over The Grove as it set in the Great
South Bay as if consuming all of Fire Island in its flame. Nick
Morell walked along the boardwalk. The gentle autumn breeze
caressed his long, brown hair as he hurried on his way. Nick's
5'7" stature cast a shadow on the walks much greater than his
height. His defined features created a handsome picture in the
late afternoon light. He walked past the fairy tale houses with
their unique names - Helping Hand, First-on-Main, Utopia,
Ballroom, Shadows. Nick's lover had been away from the Island for
a week and he was feeling lonely. His mind wandered as if seeking
some unanswerable quest. It was then in front of Bangkok that
Nick first met Steve.

Steve Tyson was new to the Grove. He was visiting friends at
"Home" and had decided to go for a walk. Nick became entranced by
Steve's steel-blue eyes as they approached each other. Steve was
medium height but his muscular build showed through his tight
white sweatshirt. He smiled as Nick approached.

After a brief introduction, Steve suggested that the two return
to Steve's house as it was getting colder now and he thought they
could get better acquainted. Nick hesitated. "Well," he told
Steve," I do have a lover." Steve stared into Nick's brown eyes.
Nick was totally enchanted by the handsome stranger as if some
unearthly power had overcome him. He looked down at the bulge in
Steve's tight 501 jeans and smiled. The two boys both read the
name of the house near the place where they stood. "Bangkok"!
Each smiled as if the same idea had come over them. Nick thought
for a second and then decided that they should go to his lover's
house on the beach. After all, Nick's lover, Mike, wasn't do back
until the next day. The two youths walked towards the ocean front
house as the sun slowly sank in the west.

Windjammer was a beautiful home which Nick's lover had built by
the ocean. The ranch style home had a traditional Grove look to
it. The back deck, however, contained a large California hot tub.
The wooden decks and outer walls of the house had turned grey
from the salt air. Two huge sliding glass doors opened from the
decks into a spacious living room. Inside, flanked by the glass
doors, was a brass fireplace built into the wall in such a
fashion that a visitor could watch the fire burn and the waves on
the beach simultaneously. The two youths entered through the
front door.

Steve was impressed with the quiet elegance of the room. Nick
immediately went to build a fire while Steve walked over to the
deck doors. "Hey!" Steve exclaimed," nice tub." He opened the
doors and walked out to the hot tub on the back deck. "Think we
could use it to relax a little?"

Nick smiled and turned the controls of the tub on. Soon the water
was steaming from the heat in the cool night air. The two boys
quickly undressed and sank into the warmth of the swirling
waters. The only light came from the faint glow in the west and
the dim lights built under the decks.

"MMMMMMM, this is great", Steve said. His eyes looked lovingly at
Nick's nervous expression. Without a word he moved over to Nick's
side of the wooden tub. "So, you like the place?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, but not as much as the host," Steve replied. He took him
into his arms and they kissed passionately. Steve then took a
deep breath of air and dove into the swirling waters. He moved
his mouth over Nick's seven inches of manhood and began to suck
hard until he could hold his breath no longer.

Nick did not say a word. The look of contentment on his face
revealed his inner thoughts and desires. Steve repeated his
action and went down into to the waters. He reached up with his
hands and fondled the nipples on Nick's hairless chest. Nick
moaned with delight. Steve came up for air again. Nick suggested
that the two go inside to continue their play. The two youths
left the warmth of the tub and ran into the house.

The fire Nick had built earlier created a pleasant warmth while
casting a soft glow throughout the room. The boys dried each
other while feeling the muscular contours of the other's body.
They fell onto the soft rugs to continue the passion they had
started outdoors.

Nick kissed every part of Steve's soft, muscular body. Slowly he
worked his way down and took Steve's hard cock into his mouth. As
Nick sucked on Steve's tool, Steve grabbed Nick's head and forced
him to take his cock deep into his throat. Nick began to lick
Steve's throbbing shaft. He licked his large balls and then
continued sucking his rod. Steve moved his body down to take
Nick's cock into his mouth again. Both sucked with vigour so that
the slurping echoed in the room. They each released their protein
into the other's mouth and lay back to rest before renewing their
pleasure.

Steve then noticed a set of handcuffs which were bolted into the
wall. "You into this?" he asked Nick. Nick replied by handing him
the key. Steve took Nick's arms and handcuffed him to the wall.
Nick looked hot; his muscular body gleaming in the dim light.
Nick's arms were tight over his head as his body lay on the soft,
blue carpet. The sight of this hot boy manacled to the wall made
a nervous thrill rush through Steve's body. He wanted him again -
badly! Steve took a tube of K.Y from a nearby shelf. He lubed
Nick's lovehole and worked the ointment into his body with his
fingers. First one, then another, and then a third finger he
pushed into Nick's ass. But, he wanted more and so did Nick.
Steve lubed his tool, and slowly pushed his throbbing, thick
eight inch cock into Nick. He pushed harder and harder, sucking
on Nick's erect nipples as he fucked him. Steve loved fucking
Nick. He couldn't get enough of him and pushed stronger and
deeper into his body. Nick groaned with a mixture of pain and
delight as Steve rammed his tool into Nick's body. Both boys
moved as one unit as Nick felt the strength of his young master
deep inside of him. The tight cuffs began to dig into Nick's
wrists. His face showed a slight expression of pain, but he
revelled in each thrust that Steve made into his body. His own
cock was rock hard and ready to burst at any moment. Both boys
were covered with the sweat of their passion and the room
resounded with the cries of their pleasure.

Then, without warning, the glass doors to the terrace slammed
shut with such a force that the glass shook in its base. The heat
of passion was replaced by a sudden, terrifying sensation. Both
youths stared with unexpected fear at the tall man dressed in
Black leather pants, boots and jacket who stood glaring from the
doorway. He was a handsome man even in his anger. His dark,
Italian features were complemented by the leather. His moustache
formed a perfect line over his lips and his brown eyes were
seething with rage. As the figure moved forward, Nick's heart
jumped from anxiety as he saw the face of his real master enter
the room. With anger of a man whose possessions were being
stolen, Mike smashed his mirrored glasses against the wall
causing them to shatter. He moved towards the embracing youths,
still joined as one, to seek his just vengeance.

Mike grabbed Steve by the back of his hair and yanked him off of
Nick's body. He took the handcuffs from his waist and secured
Steve's arms behind his back. Taking some tape off the shelf, he
put the wide adhesive strip over Steve's mouth and threw him
against the floor. He put on the in-ceiling room spotlights and
turned his attention towards Nick.

Nick was filled with anxiety and fear as his lover approached
him. He could see the raging anger in Mike's eyes. As Mike came
closer, Nick felt his body go into a sweat. He was about to pay
for his disloyalty.

"You ungrateful pig!" he shouted as he released Nick from the
cuffs which held him to the wall. He took a chrome chain and
secured it around the boy's neck. Nick knelt at his master's feet
afraid to move for fear of what Mike would do.

"Lick them!" he ordered as he put his boot in front of Nick's
face. Obediently, Nick licked his master's boots. Mike then took
him and tied his hands with ropes to hooks that were in the
ceiling. As the boy hung with his face against the wall, his
master took a leather strap to his body

Each crack of the strap against Nick's back made Steve fill with
fear. He wondered what his turn would bring. Yet, Steve felt a
new sensation come over him as he watched his friend submit to
the leather strap. His cock was becoming hard and he found
himself almost enjoying the spectacle.

Mike released Nick from his fetters. He laid the boy face-up on
the floor and spread his legs. Mike then removed the Leather
jacket and shirt that he was wearing. Steve saw that Mike had a
handsome figure and a hairy chest. The hair on his chest was
formed like silk. Mike then removed his pants revealing a large,
thick cock. He stood like an eagle over its prey. Nick looked up
at his master with wanting eyes as if begging to have Mike's tool
fill him.

"Beg for it," Mike ordered. Nick looked up pleading for his lover
to fill him with his love. But this would not be the reward for
treachery.

Mike went over and took a large rubber toy from a drawer. He
covered it with lubricant and knelt down between Nick's legs. He
took his fingers and worked the lubricant into Nick's hole. Then
he positioned the large toy and rammed it without mercy into the
boy. Nick tried to hold back his scream but gasped loudly.

"You don't deserve the love you received," Mike said. He shoved
the boy over to the side as if disposing of something unwanted He
then turned his attentions towards Steve.

Mike looked down at the helpless youth. "Hmmm!" he thought, "not
too bad." He pulled the hard adhesive off of Steve's mouth with
one sweep of his hand, then slapped him with his backhand. "So,"
he said, "you think nothing of stealing someone else's property."
Mike took two tit-clamps and positioned them tightly onto Steve's
erect nipples. He removed the handcuffs binding Steve's hands and
forced him to lie on his stomach on the floor. Mike rubbed his
hands over the smooth contour of Steve's firm buns. Mike slapped
Steve's beautiful ass vigorously until it took on a reddish glow.
Steve began to tear from the pain but felt a growing desire to be
Mike's slave. Mike took the lube and buttered Steve's tight hole.

Steve was growing in anticipation of what he was about to
receive. He found himself wanting this hot man to take possession
of his body. Mike slowly pushed his throbbing cock into Steve's
ass. Steve was tight and he began to moan as Mike worked himself
deeper and deeper into him. Steve's face tightened as Mike's cock
spread his tender opening. He bit his lip but inside he wanted to
satisfy the man on top of him. Mike had worked his nine inches
into Steve's body and began to fuck him with great vigour. He
moved faster and harder with each stroke almost forcing the air
out from Steve's body. Both broke into a sweat and with a sudden
jerk Mike unloaded his vengeance into Steve's lovehole.

Nick lay in the corner ignored. His body felt not physical pain
but only mental anguish at the sight of his master, his lover,
having sex with another person. Tears filled his eyes as he began
to realize that Mike might be lost to him forever.

Mike lifted Steve from the floor. He removed the tit-clamps which
by now had put deep purple marks on Steve's chest. He looked into
Steve's blue eyes and the two were suddenly deeply embraced. Mike
led Steve towards the bedroom. "Let's make love now," he
suggested. "All right," Steve softly replied with a tender smile
as he willingly followed into the bedroom.

The room had a kingsize water bed in the middle of it. Steve laid
back onto the warm, moving mattress as his new love lowered
himself onto his body. Steve wanted him more than before. He felt
his insides burning with an almost uncontrollable desire as Mike
passionately kissed him and held him close. Mike took full
control of Steve, loving him more and more with each move. He
inserted his throbbing cock again into Steve's waiting hole and
pumped him with more love with each thrust.

Nick couldn't stand the sounds coming from the bedroom. He felt
his soul cry out for his lost love. He removed the chain from his
neck and put his jeans back on. He went into the kitchen and
thought of the alternatives. If he couldn't have Mike, he
thought, then no one should. He moved with determination towards
the bedroom.

Mike and Steve moved as one person in their newfound love. Each
thrust of Mike's cock made Steve become more filled with want for
him. Neither was aware of the door to the room opening. Suddenly,
Steve screamed as the blade of Nick's raised knife reflected the
outside moon and thrust forward towards the lovers' bed.

The blade lunged forward towards the water bed. Mike and Steve
moved out of its path. Nick's body hit the bed with a great force
causing the knife to burst the bed like a gigantic water balloon.
The three sank in one tangled mass into the mattress as it ripped
open sending streams of water everywhere.

Mike quickly recovered himself and grabbed Nick by the back of
his neck throwing him against the door. Steve ran into the
bathroom to get towels. Mike picked Nick up again and dragged the
struggling boy into the living room. He attached his wrists to
the cuffs that were still suspended from the ceiling beam. Mike
took two larger bright metal clamps and fastened them onto Nicks
nipples. He turned the fastened screws tight until Nick was about
to scream from the pain.

"What the fuck were you trying to do!" Mike screamed, spitting on
the manacled youth. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never
forget!"

Mike pulled a whip from the wall, raised it as if to strike, then
stopped suddenly. "Hmmm," he was thinking, "no, you'll enjoy it
too much. I have a much better idea."

He then retreated to the next room where Steve had dried himself
and was cleaning some of the mess. Mike picked up a towel and
dried the remainder of the water from his body while he made an
urgent call to a friend.

"Come with me," he ordered at Steve.

Steve just stared into the air. Mike's patience had been pushed
to the limit. He took a collar and chain from behind the bedroom
door, attached it to Steve's neck, and pulled the still naked boy
into the next room. Mike sat Steve on the floor nearby Nick and
proceeded to put on his leather pants.

At this moment the glass doors opened. A tall, ominous figure
entered the room. Slowly he walked into full light. He was a
tall, handsome, black man. He appeared to be very muscular and
stood about 6'2". His face had high cheekbones, deep-set brown
eyes. His sculptured nose was framed by a sleek moustache. He was
dressed in black leather shorts and boots, had leather wrist
bands, and wore a leather and chain half-harness. This hot man
breathed sex from every part of his body.

From - Thu Jun 6 14:11:40 1996 Path: jcccnet.johnco.cc.ks.us!ikaros.pei.edu!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.roundabout.org!news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!netcom.net.uk!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK 2/4 Date: 2 Jun 1996 04:54:32 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 249 Message-ID: <4or6q8$ft6@dfw-ixnews6.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va12-02.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sat Jun 01 11:54:32 PM CDT 1996

"Paul," Mike addressed him. "Thanks for coming by."

"Always willing to oblige a friend," he replied in a sensuous
tone. "So, you're Nick," he said placing the edge of the riding
crop he was holding in his right hand close to Nick's cheek.
Without notice he smashed the crop across Nick's body with such
vigour that Steve shuddered even where he was sitting.

"Well now, let's see, my friend, what it will take to teach you
to behave."

Paul picked up the leather whip that was lying on the table. He
raised his muscular arm and struck hard against the boys tender,
white back. One! Two! Nick's body jerked with each strike as a
sharp sensation passed through him. Three! Four! Nick pulled
harder on the cuffs causing them to tighten even more onto his
wrists. Five! Six! Paul's beautiful frame began to break into a
slight sweat as he administered the punishment to his victim.
Seven! Eight! Steve looked on like a spectator at a circus, his
mouth wide, his eyes sparkling with a strange delight as if he
wished he could change places with Nick. Nine! Ten! Mike's
leather pants began to show a bulge as he watched this powerful
man subduing the boy.

Nick's body was tense from the pain, yet his cock stood hard like
a rock. Paul released his slave from the cuffs and laid him
across the top of a wooden table in the centre of the room. The
hard surface against his tender back caused Nick to feel the
product of the whip. Paul took a tube of lube into his hands.
Obediently, Nick spread his legs apart. Paul spread generous
amounts of lube into Nick's hole. He also lubed a large, rubber
device. The rubber toy resembled a cock but was much longer and
very thick. Mike tied Nick's hands together under the table and
then held Nick's legs back over his head as Paul took careful aim
with the toy. Slowly, he began to force it into Nick's ass. Nick
winced as his muscles stretched as the large device was pushed
deeper into him. Paul pushed harder and harder, hammering the
bottom of the toy to force it into his slave boy. Nick's body was
sweating as he tried to show no sign of the torment he was
feeling. Each push into the boy caused him to moan louder and
louder. When his moans reached fever pitch, he pulled out the toy
which emerged with a loud, popping sound.

Nick's cock still was hard. Paul pushed the boy onto the floor.
He removed his leather shorts, revealing his own large, thick,
black tool. He lifted Nick's legs over his head and pushed his
own cock into Nick's well-worked hole. Paul then removed his cock
and forced the boy to turn over on his knees. He bent him forward
and proceeded to fuck him again, this time dog style. He rammed
his projectile unmercifully into the boy. Deeper and harder with
each stroke until he shot his load into Nick's ass. Nick loved
the feel of his black master inside of him and shot his own load
as he received that of his new owner.

The sight of these two deeply engaged in hot sex caused Mike's
own cock to stand rock hard. He removed his clothes and grabbed
Steve by his slave collar. He forced him to bend over the table
where Nick had been tortured. Steve obeyed, and spread his legs
wide apart. Mike pushed his cock deep inside of Steve's lovehole,
working it hard inside of him, causing Steve to bang into the
table with each thrust. Steve wanted Mike more and more. The
mixture of love and pain excited him with such intensity that he
shot his load onto the table and Mike released his juices into
Steve. The two fell onto the floor together feeling a great
relief.

Mike looked at his handsome friend, Paul. "Thanks," he said.

"Pleasure was mine," Paul grinned as he dressed. He looked down
at Nick who was resting on the floor. "You don't mind if I take
him with me?" Paul asked Mike. Mike smiled and replied, "Enjoy".

Paul gave Nick his clothes. He attached a collar to Nick's neck
Nick followed as his new master led him out the door.

Meanwhile, Steve had been putting the room into some order. He
came across a strange looking card on the shelf. It was decorated
in oriental styles. Mike saw him reading it. He smiled. "Since
you're here you might as well go with me tomorrow," he said to
Steve.

"Where?" Steve questioned.

"To the largest party this Island will see for a long time to
come. Tomorrow night, in the Pines. It's a Siamese theme party
called 'One Night in Bangkok' and I can promise it will be an
event that is not to be missed."

Steve smiled as Mike took him into his arms and wondered what it
could all mean.

That last Saturday in September was most unusual. The temperature
had reached record breaking highs for the day, and on that night
the moon was bright and full against a black, starry sky. It
appeared as if the summer had not yet rested but was indeed still
present to enhance this night in particular

Mike and Steve had started at about midnight to cross the wooded
park which separates Cherry Grove from the Pines. Mike stood tall
this evening in the finest imported black leather pants which
wrapped tightly around is body. His paper-thin leather shirt was
opened to his waist, revealing his hairy chest. He carried his
jacket over his shoulder. The hat crowning his head looked to be
from a German submarine commander.

Steve wore his tight jeans, lumberjack shirt, and jean style
jacket. He wondered as they walked the moonlit paths, passing an
occasional couple engaged in some pre-party activities, what this
grand party could be like. Why had Mike insisted that they must
go?

As they walked along Pines Boulevard they could see the bright
glow of the lights coming from their destination. They turned on
the boardwalk and proceeded towards a large house built on the
edge of the Great South Bay. The lights grew brighter and Steve
could distinguish a line of uniquely dressed guests waiting to be
permitted to enter the party. Mike guided Steve past this line
and walked directly to the man dressed in a Siamese guard's
uniform. Before the guard spoke, the host called out from inside,
directing the guard to allow them to enter.

"Hey man, glad you could make it," the host said kissing Mike on
his cheek. "So, this is the lad you told me about on the phone,"
he said giving Steve a close scrutiny. "Not bad. Maybe you
wouldn't mind sharing the wealth." The host smiled lecherously at
Steve.

"Max, you'll never change," Mike replied laughing at his host.

Max was an older man, dressed in an elaborate costume as the King
of Siam. In a way he was a king and his home, "Paradise", was one
of the finest on all of Fire Island. It was built on three acres
of wooded land that boarded on the Great South Bay. The house
itself was two large towers joined by a large mid-section made
entirely of glass. Each tower had stairs leading down towards a
large pool yard. The pool, however, was covered by a large wooded
platform. Already people were dancing on the platform and on the
tops of both towers.

Max had the decorators for the party make the house look Siamese
in every respect. There were statues of Buddha and Thai houseboys
in every section. He would faithfully prove to live up to his
Bangkok theme in many respects.

Surrounding the house was a large woods. They were dimly lit, but
were alive with people. As one would walk along the paths there
were small way-stations where crisco or other lubes and
necessities were strategically placed.

Back inside the house there were bars set up to serve the
hundreds of invited guests and last minute arrivals who came to
the house. Many of the favourite bartenders from the City's
famous clubs were on hand to help with the festivities.

Max had sent out over 2500 invitations to people on the Island
and in the City. Everyone who was anyone was coming. In terms of
Fire Island society the gathering glittered. Drags in every array
of costume covered the house. Men in leather and jeans danced,
ripping off their shirts as they worked their hot bodies to the
beat of the music in the unusually warm night air.

Mike and Steve joined the crowd which was gathering near the
platform. The dancers had dispersed as Max came on stage to
announce the first event for the evening. When Max stepped off
stage a young Siamese boy started to dance, stripping off his
costume to the beat of the music. He had a handsome, muscular
well-tanned smooth body which glistened under the night lights.
The crowd was mumbling about his beauty, each wishing he could be
the first to open up this young, virgin boy's hole. Suddenly,
four large musclemen in tight leather jeans jumped onto the
stage. They grabbed the boy and striped off the last piece of his
clothing. One of the men grabbed a table from the side and they
threw the young boy facedown on top of it. His soft, well-rounded
buns were positioned by two of the musclemen. A third held him
down and the fourth prepared him for his performance. The crowd
cheered as the man pulled off his leather jeans revealing his
large, pulsating cock. He positioned himself and slowly forced
his cock into the youth. The boy cried out as the man rammed his
power tool into his ass. Harder and faster he worked the boy's
tendered ass. The crowd cheered and applauded when they knew that
he had released his load into the lad.

The second man now prepared to mount the youth. He first grabbed
a paddle from a member of the crowd and smacked the young boy
across his firm buttocks. The crowd cheered with each smack, like
the audiences of ancient Rome watching the games at the coliseum.
Bang! The muscleman hit with such force that the paddle broke.
The boy squealed as the muscleman came up from behind him and
rammed his cock into the boy to seek relief. The third man stood
in front of the boy's face and forced his cock down his throat.
The boy was sweating as he worked this third man's tool while his
tight hole was stretched by the second man who fucked him
mercilessly. But the crowd wasn't satisfied. They demanded more
of a spectacle. By now the fourth man's cock was rock hard. He
had pulled of his pants and stood rubbing his cock faster and
stronger with his hand as he watched the Siamese boy sucking one
hot man while being fucked by a second hot stud. He stood near
the first violator and together they jerked themselves off,
shooting their loads onto the boy's body while the others
released their cum into his mouth and ass. The crowd applauded as
the show came to a close and went to gather drinks and danced
before the next event.

Mike and Steve had begun to wander away from the crowd towards
the paths into the woods where many of the guests had already
wandered. The spectacle had aroused both of them. Their own cocks
were ready to burst from their clothes and they were seeking hot
action of their own.

The woods were filled with men on the prowl, each seeking his own
form of satisfaction that evening. The bright moon overhead cast
an eerie, bright light throughout. As Mike and Steve walked down
the narrow, twisted paths, they could hear the sounds of men
engaged in what men like to do best. Occasionally the smack of
leather straps against raw flesh would break the air. This would
inevitably be followed by mixed groans of pain and ecstasy.

The handsome pair walked farther from the festivities of the main
house. As they neared the bay, they could see the forms of
hundreds of men dancing on the roofs and platforms of the great
house. The sound of the pulsating music beat hard like the heart
of a man in heat. While they walked, Mike began to feel a strange
apprehension. He turned to check on Steve who was directly behind
him. He stopped in his tracks and began to kiss Steve
passionately under the night lights.

They became deeply entranced with each other. Mike started to
remove Steve's jeans when suddenly three men appeared from
nowhere. They were large and powerful in appearance, but were not
like the other guests at the party. One was brandishing a chain
and smashed Steve over the head, knocking him out cold. The other
put a cloth over Mike's mouth. All Mike could feel was that his
body was growing numb and reality was beginning to blur away into
an unfamiliar sleep.

Steve's head hurt him as he awoke in a darkened room. He had
little idea of where he was. From the sound of water hitting
against the wooden room surrounding him, he thought he might be
in the hold of a ship. His hands were tied tightly with wet ropes
behind his back, and his ankles were secured to each other. He
worked his way over towards a front wall that had a crack in it
which permitted a sliver of light to enter the small chamber.
Steve peered through the opening to see if he could distinguish
what was happening.

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