*** Mighty-I ***
Addison had spent the first day at the resort roaming the island, enjoying his freedom from the parental units that only wanted to nap in the sun.
By the second day, the skinny boy with big ears had checked out the pool area – and fallen in lust.
One of the guests was an Indonesian hunk beyond comparison. His brown body had muscle mass like five Addisons taken together, while being barely any taller.
The teen wasn't sure if his arms would have fit around the hunk's insane quads.
To Addison's pain and joy, the hunk with the face of a 30-something wore nothing but sandals and a yellow posing thong.
Unable to calm his erection, the teen followed the tank of a man around at a respectful distance and with a towel firmly wrapped around his swim trunks.
For two more days, Addison spent his time as close to the Asian beast as he dared, like an entranced zombie.
The only thing that stood out on the man, besides his insane muscles, was the tattoo on his lower back, saying Monsterhole in thick, scrawly letters.
Watching the open air gym from the outside, Addison lusted after the training beast until the man headed for the sauna.
Following hesitantly, the teen saw his object of desire hang up the gym bag on a hook in the corridor to the sauna entrance and slipped off his thong.
Trembling and with his heart in his throat, Addison watched the hunk's backside fully exposed as the man stepped out of his thong, dumped it into the bag and walked along to the sauna door, holding a towel. He vanished inside.
There was nobody nearby.
Addison rushed up to the bag and held it open.
The rumpled thong was right there. The teen pressed his face into it and inhaled the aroma.
Looking left and right, with his heartbeat now like rapid gunfire, Addison dropped his towel and swim trunks. He slipped into the thong.
Obviously it was much too big and didn't stay on his hips. He put it back, now fully hard.
His eyes fell on more yellow fabric. The bag contained three identical thongs – one of which had writing on the side. If this was a brand name, maybe he could order some in his size.
The boy took the thong with branding out when the sauna door opened.
It wasn't the massive Indonesian superman but Addison grabbed his clothes and bailed anyway.
Then he noticed he was still holding the thong.
Outside the corridor he stopped and thought for a spit second. He could wear the thong under his trunks to hide it on the way back to his room.
The piece of fabric had the label Monsterhole on the inside, but across the front was the word Mighty-I.
He stepped into the thong and...
It was tricky to pull the thing up past his quads considering they were bigger than some men's torsos. And once past the quads, his glutes were in the way.
Even flexing the striated muscles under his deep brown skin didn't shrink his ass enough to make it easy.
Once Addison had the thong pulled up, however, it fit amazingly well – his small junk perfectly contained without a hair's breadth to spare.
He decided to hit the gym a little more, even though he had spent the whole day there already. But first it was a good time to visit the sauna.
Addison walked into the corridor he had just come from. Sliding his thong off his hips, the Indonesian man stepped past the tiny swim trunks some kid had left lying around.
Once his thong was off, he checked himself out – satisfied with his big beefy torso and the Monsterhole tattoo along his collar bones.
Entering the sauna, Addison nodded at the present company and especially the man of his age and ethnicity. The other hunk was extremely hot, right on Addison's level.
Why hadn't they trained together yet? Addison should propose idea.
But for the moment he just wanted to relax.
*** Painhole ***
Santos dragged his brother Levi along.
He hated having to babysit a nearly eighteen year old, but their parents didn't trust Levi to spend his time on anything other than video games.
They were probably right, but still, it sucked.
Santos shoved his brother into a store named Jockhole and stepped up to the only person there.
"You work here?"
"Yes, what can I do for you?" the man asked.
"My brother needs swim wear."
The man cast a glance at Levi's thin frame and snatched a dark green thong off its hook. "Try this one. Changing booth is over there."
"I dunno," Levi said. "Don't you have something bigger? Trunks?"
"Just try it on and if you hate it, we'll find something else."
Levi shrugged and walked off.
The vendor turned to Santos. "And what are you looking for?"
"Nothing. Just here for my bro."
"Hm... maybe you should try one of these here," the man said and snapped a leather bracelet onto the boy's wrist. It was a black ring as thick as a large belt and had a metal loop dangling on its center.
Santos was about to protest, but the slight weight felt pretty good, like holding something in hand that fits the palm.
He grabbed the other bracelet and put it on himself. Inside the leather was a stamp by the label called Painhole.
"Do you want to try the other ones?" the vendor asked and dangled ankle-bracelets in front of Santos.
The boy agreed and dropped his jeans to close the bracelets over his feet. He was glad for his lack of bodyhair so he didn't have to worry about catching leg hair in the internal lock. Actually, how was he supposed to get those off him again?
"You know what's missing?" the shopkeeper said. "This."
Santos didn't have a chance to flinch away before the necklace was already in place. Although... it was less of a necklace and more of a chain like you'd put around the neck of a dog.
There was a little padlock on it and the vendor pulled the key out before tying that key onto a string.
Santos could see in the big wall mirror that the padlock also carried the Painhole label. It reminded him that he hadn't been spanked or whipped in days.
Sighing with longing, the boy slipped out of his shirt. Now only in underwear, he looked at the gear shelf where the vendor stood.
"Any other recommendations, sir?"
The shopkeeper nodded. "There's clearly something missing. These are accessories, but they need to accessorize something. Try the hood."
Santos put on a thing that looked like a ski mask but made of thinner fabric, leaving only his eyes free. He saw the Painhole label on the inner hem as he put it on.
"Wow. It fits perfectly, sir."
"Take the underwear off, boy," the vendor commanded. "There's one more thing to complete the ensemble."
Santos hesitated while the shopkeeper snapped a leash onto his necklace.
"Uh, I don't really want to strip right here and..."
"You heard him," said the returned Levi. "Strip, boy."
Seeing his athletic, tanned brother/master with his deep cut abs and his strict face made Santos tremble with anticipation.
He pulled his underwear down, eyes fixated on Levi's tight thong.
"You didn't follow orders from a superior," Levi said. "That's five lashes. You hesitated. Another five. And you didn't answer me. Ten more."
"Master, yes, master," Santos answered without further delay. "Thank you, master, for disciplining me."
The vendor said, "So what can we add as a finishing touch?"
Santos looked at the gear display and was about to point at a combo of large anal plug and tiny chastity cage when he realized they were exactly the kind he was already wearing.
"Maybe jewelry?" Levi asked. "Like those... uh, actually our matching nipple studs are quite prominent. I like how they make it clear we come as a package deal."
"Then perhaps," the vendor said, "just a tongue stud for the slave?"
"Yeah that's a great... actually, he's already wearing one. Show it off, slave."
"Master, yes, master," Santos said and pulled the mask up enough to stretch his tongue out.
"That only leaves one thing," the shopkeeper said. "The boy needs clothes. I have just the thing."
Santos received a bright pink thong and stepped into it. Getting it over his huge butt was trouble but he managed eventually, flexing and wiggling his ultra-lean, perfectly proportioned muscles to let the fabric slide up.
"It fits really well, sir," the slave boy said. "I was afraid it'd be too small, despite how tiny my package is because the cage takes up some space down there, but it's absolutely snug."
The younger and less muscular brother scoffed. "Doubting a superior? That's ten paddle strokes. And I didn't hear a thank you. Ten more. Also, no one want's to hear about how pathetic your dick is. Nipple clamps for your whole gym time tonight."
"Master, yes, thank you, master."
Levi grabbed the leash from where it dangled on the broad back – right over the Painhole tattoo that ran down Santos' spine from neck to ass in huge letters.
"Have fun," the vendor said and handed the string with the necklace's key to the master. "Bye."
"Wait, don't we need to pay for the thongs?" Levi asked while knotting the string and putting it over his head.
"Price tag is missing. I can't sell those. Enjoy them."
"Oh wow, thanks man," Levi said.
"Thank you, sir," Santos said.
"How about some free razor's though?"
Levi shrugged. "We both just redid our mohawks. Still totally smooth on the sides. But thanks for the offer."
"Sorry sir, no thank you sir."
The boys left, Levi dragging his older brother along.
Next up: Copious amounts of sex to heal self-esteem issues, and Thai boys come in some variation.