"The Gods Play Games With Men Like Balls" 
PLATUS 

Chapter Two
The boat reached the shoreline as the island remained serene. Brian Kinney raised his arm, forefinger outstretched in elegant authority, a ritual gesture. The reverent staff members and native onlookers murmured, bowing their heads at his arrival. No trace of emotion rippled his ancient countenance. 

His pleasure was about to begin.

From his elegant balcony, as he awaited dinner, Brian relished in the scenery of azure seas rhythmically slapping against the mountainous rocks and Technicolor skies ridding himself of everything. He thought this is a Garden of Eden. Truly a palette for the eyes. 

Like a heat mirage, a boy shimmered out of nowhere, gliding along the beach towards the blue expanse of the vast sea. Small framed, slender, tousled golden hair, barely clothed. From what he could see, the blonde was well endowed with a hot looking ass to match. Brian grabbed at his dick, picked up the phone, feasting on the delight wading into the deep blue. "There is a boy in the water, get him and bring him to me" he growled into the phone "Hurry it up; I don't like to be kept waiting, and hold supper". "Yes sir, right way, sir".


He glided into the elaborate bathroom fit for a king, removing his clothes. Admiring his body in the mirror with its huge boner he anticipated the delicate blonde morsel he was about to taste. Turning on the water, standing under the slightly hot spray, his thoughts brought him to the boy on the beach. He was not a patient man. Soaping himself he began fondling his balls, moaning, thinking what he would do to him. He was painfully hard as he began with slow, even strokes up and down his entire length. He leaned against the shower wall, and pinched his nipples. He imagined the boy kneeling at his feet, worshiping his cock, sucking his balls, and moving his mouth up and down his shaft. Brian's hand began moving faster. He arched his back, eyes closed, head thrown to the shower wall, thinking of the licks to the head of his prick, holding the boy's head, pulling his blonde hair further onto his cock making him gag. His mouth gaped wide open as he let out a feral scream, arching him further, releasing the silky fluid from his body. Each spurt brought him closer and closer to the floor. 

Opening his eyes, He got his breathing under control and let the stream of hot water caress his body. He thought, *If this is a fantasy of the golden boy, what the fuck is the real vision going to do to me?*, smiling, nothing the Great Kinney can't handle." Finishing up, he dried himself off, again admiring his beauty. He loved the way he looked after a satisfying orgasm. His skin looked radiant. 

The bell chimed and pulled him from his stupor. Brian opened the door, his jewels completely exposed. He wanted all to see, male or female, what they were missing unless they where chosen to be fucked by the master. 

On rare occasions he would indulge a woman, but almost never. Nothing could compare in his mind to dominating a strong, masculine man or young boy. He loved the power he had over them.

A staff member stood in the hallway, afraid to speak, knowing the reputation Mr. Kinney had. He was taken aback with the sight of the man's nakedness. Trying to tear his eyes away, Brian saw the all too familiar look in the servant's eyes. Brian grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, pulled him close, pushing the man down in front of him. " Lick the head, I want you to feel what you can't have". The shaking man did as he was told, bringing his tongue out to taste. He moaned as the beautiful dick reached hardness from his licks. Brian picked him up by the hair,"That's enough for you. Well, where the fuck is he ?" "I'm sor…sorry sir, but he is nowhere to be found", the man shuddered, backing away , "What the fuck do you mean he's nowhere to be found? You can't find him? Keep fucking looking, he can't be far !", "Bu…but…but…sir, " With that, Brian slapped the man across the face, "Stop wasting time, fucking find him, and have someone bring up my supper", he ordered, slamming the door in the man's face. 

He turned back to the suite, delighting in its elegance. Old world mixed with new. Fluted marble columns, white Italian alabaster tile and marble floors. Hand rubbed mahogany walls, were graced with original paintings of naked men and panes of intricate stained glass. He looked up to the high ceiling, taking in the open roofs of copper letting in bands of sunlight. To the right of him was the guest bathroom, whirlpool and sauna, all richly decorated. To his left was his master bathroom, a massive living area that lead to three steps to his own private swimming pool, A few more feet away on either side of the entrance to his bedroom were walls of glass blocks. Through the entrance was his bedroom filled with Italian sculptures of young unclothed boys with extra large packages guarding a fountain. On the balcony dripped exotic orchids and fragrant blossoms that lavished upon his senses. Pink, gold and white parasol perched above the dining table with linens to match, overlooking the ocean. A king size, hand carved antique burl wood bed and mirrored ceilings. He loved to watch himself fucking, it furthered the fantasy.

He lived for the pleasure of the moment. All his usual sexual requests were in order….. TBC

End of Part One