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Part 2
The moment David first stepped from the plane he thought he had been hit with a sledgehammer. The difference between the air-conditioned environment and the moist heat of a tropical island, filled with the smells of countless flowers and an underlying note of delicious food somewhere nearby, too great for his senses to comprehend.
He stopped on the top of the stairs leading down to the small airport's landing strip, taking a moment to survey the beauty that was so overwhelming it was close to crushing.
The island of Silver Beach looked like it had been carefully modelled in some 3d program. It was just too perfect to be real. White sand beaches with palm trees swaying in a soft breeze, small cottages huddled below the palm trees, each hidden from each other to assure privacy for the occupants, the main buildings of the resort nestled around a lake further inland, the island gently rising towards the single mountain that dominated the centre of the island, the landscape covered in a fur of palm trees.
The only thing that looked remotely artificial was the airport and even that managed to exude a rustic charm, its simplicity reminding David of "Fantasy Island".
David descended the steps slowly, followed by the three other guests that had arrived with the small plane. They had been picked up at a much larger, bustling airport on a larger island. Even there the unmatched courtesy of the staff picking them up had been noticeable. Nothing had been left to chance. They didn't even have to pick up their own luggage.
As soon as David had emerged from the huge transcontinental plane he had boarded in London he had been welcomed by a pretty young lady, wearing her Silver Beach Uniform like it was a badge of honor. He had been ushered into a private lounge, been served his favorite drink even though he couldn't remember ever having mentioned it. And only few minutes later he and the other guests had been transferred to the private jet that had taken them here. No waiting, no formalities - everything was being taken care of.
By now David could well imagine why Silver Beach Resort was favored by so many guests - he hadn't even properly arrived and already he was wondering if he should extent his 2 weeks visit.
In front of the pretty whitewashed building that obviously served as the airports main building a welcome committee was waiting. Not a single person or one attendant for each guest - no - it could only be called a committee. David counted six young men in simple uniforms with trolleys - luggage handlers probably, three young ladies like the one who had met him at the larger airport, a severe looking man who had the look of a British butler and a matching lady.
It truly wasn't hard to get into the 'holiday spirit' like this.
Obviously the other guests he had arrived with agreed. Two of them were a young couple from America, spending their second year anniversary here, and they were now chattering excitedly with each other.
When they arrived at the building the severe looking lady stepped forward, her face lighting up with a smile that was so genuine it was just startling.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we are delighted to welcome you to Silver Beach." the lady addressed them, encompassing the whole island with a sweeping gesture. "I am Angelina. Whatever wish may tickle you, please let me know and we will do everything in our power to fulfil it. You will now be escorted to your accommodations where you will be greeted by your personal slaves. Any questions you may have about Silver Beach Resort they will gladly answer for you. We hope you will enjoy your stay."
David allowed himself to simply be swept away by the swift service as his luggage was loaded onto one of the trolleys and one of the young ladies politely gestured him to take the passenger seat of a small vehicle that reminded David of a golf car.
"If this is the routine welcome I can see why one would feel right at home here." he told her when she had taken the driver's seat and started the car.
She smiled at him brilliantly. "Thank you, sir."
What almost spooked David that she was well managed to appear utterly sincere in her cheerfulness. On the other hand, considering how much money the Resort made, it could pay its staff extremely well. And even for a slave it was probably rather pleasant to work in such a clean, friendly environment.
Efficiency of the highest level, he thought with a rueful smile, wondering how long he would be comfortable with this after the 'newness' wore off. After all he was used to a measure of chaos. But he had chosen a slave that was described as mischievous and cheerful. He hoped that meant he was not as perfectly polite and meek as the staff he had met so far. In fact he found himself looking forward to meeting the boy.
They drove down a path winding along the beach, sometimes dipping between the palm trees. David could here the calls of exotic birds, smelled the salt of the sea on the air.
Already his finger started itching for the keyboard of his notebook. Where before an insurmountable barrier had loomed now images and characters danced, just waiting to be allowed to play, sentence forming in his mind faster than he could really capture them.
The moist heat was saturating him and while his body relaxed more and more, demanding to be put into a comfortable hammock and left there with a cool drink for the rest of the century, his mind was running wild.
It was an extremely pleasant combination and David quickly found his face ache from the unfamiliar, huge grin that was plaster all over it.
It only took them a few minutes to arrive at the beautiful cottage David had chosen but they were enough for him to completely fall into the 'holiday feeling' head over heels.
David had seen pictures of the cottage but for some reason he was still surprised that it was just as beautiful in real life as it had looked on the pictures. After all there was a lot that could be altered with pictures. If anything had been altered it had been done to make it look less lush, less overwhelmingly welcoming and pretty. It was partly overgrown with vines sporting huge blossoms and surrounded by bushes of more flowers. Wooden steps led up to the small house.
The young lady parked the car in front of the house. "Welcome." she repeated, beaming. "We hope that you will have a pleasant stay. If there is anything you need just ask your slave. Your luggage will be delivered in a few minutes."
David nodded and got out of the car. He waited till the young lady had disappeared among the palm treed again, before he turned to the house. He felt a tiny hint of nervousness at meeting his slave but he quickly suppressed that silly notion. Drawing in a deep breath and savouring the fragrances of the many flowers he ascended the steps.
He had wondered where his slave would be waiting but as soon as he was at the top of the stairs that question was answered: He was kneeling right at the doorstep of the main room that served as bedroom as well as sitting room and now also held the desk David had requested. And just like the house he was even prettier in real life than he had looked on the pictures.
A tousled shock of hair, bleached white blond by the constant exposure to the sun, wide shoulders like those of an athlete, narrow hips, skin deeply tanned - he would have looked delicious no matter what he was wearing. Dressed in nothing but slightly frazzled, faded jeans and a simple brown leather collar he made David lick his lips.
"Hey." he said, at a loss for a more eloquent greeting.
Immediately his slave looked up, eyes sparkling with curiosity and a bright smile spreading on his lips that made David's own jeans suddenly seem way too tight.
"Master." he was greeted with a mellow, pleasant voice.
David couldn't help but smile back just as brightly. "I'm David." he introduced himself, though the boy probably knew that already. "And you are Heath?"
"Yes, master."
What David had not quite expected was that he was studied with just as much interest and an expression that could only be described as healthy appetite the longer Heath looked at him. Obviously this slave was extremely pleased with the master he had been assigned to.
David wasn't sure when the last time had been when somebody had looked at him like that. Actually - thinking about it he was quite sure nobody ever had. It was extremely flattering as it was quite obviously that the hunger was entirely genuine.
Realizing that he would have t break the tension if he didn't want both of them rolling across the floor in the next few minutes, David cleared his throat and tried to come up with a save subject.
"Would you get me some drink?" he asked, "I'd like to have a look around."
It took his slave a precious, delicious moment to concentrate on the order he had been given. A moment that David treasured in all its implications. It felt good to be wanted. Who was he kidding - it felt marvellous!
Heath rose from his kneeling position and went over to the small bar, nestled into a corner of the main room. David used the opportunity to admire his backside. Then he forcefully tore himself away to check out his new temporary home.
The back of the room held a large four poster bed, next to it a door led to what he assumed was the bathroom. His desk stood in front of the large window next to the door leading outside. By the bar sat two comfortable looking armchairs. And outside, on the small veranda there was a table complete with two chairs, overlooking the beach. And between two huge palm trees, only a few steps away from the house hung the hammock he had somehow expected. It was perfect.
Heath came back over to him and handed him a tall glass. With a pleasant shiver of anticipation David noticed that the slave was a bit taller than himself. He took a small sip from the drink, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes like a sweet melody.
"Is there anything else I can do, master?" Heath asked, sounding husky even though David was rather sure he was trying hard not to.
"My luggage should be here in a minute." David said. "Please unpack for me. I think I will just lie in the hammock and be happy." He smiled at Heath, trying to convey how very happy he was and obviously he managed as his slave graced him with another brilliant smile.
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Evening fell, the sun sinking into the ocean with the majestic beauty only a tropical sunset could offer.
The spectacle was on lost on Heath who instead watched his new owner. He had seen hundreds of sunsets but this was the first evening he was able to look at a man and call him master. It made him giddy with joy, especially as his owner was everything he had ever dreamt of - handsome, kind, cheerful and with a certain glint in his eyes that promised there would soon be opportunities to explore all the things Heath had learned.
Heath had been a tiny bit disappointed when his master had curled up in the hammock between the palm trees and promptly fallen asleep. But it had given the young slave the time to put away his new master's stuff when his luggage arrived. And to have a light meal delivered that he had carefully set up on the table at the veranda.
Now he just needed to wake up his master. As soon as he found the resolve to do so. It was so very tempting to kneel next to the hammock a bit longer and just look at him. But then there was the fact that maybe he master wanted to enjoy the pretty sunset and Heath wanted to make very sure that his master was as happy as possible. After all he had a mission to accomplish.
He reached out and tentatively touched one hand of his owner. "Master?"
For a moment there was no reaction but then his master sighed softly and moments later he opened his eyes to blink at Heath a little owlishly. "Did I fall asleep?" he asked, his voice still slurred with sleepiness.
Heath smiled at him. "Yes, master."
His master sighed again, deeply and happily this time and stretched his arms and shoulders. Then he caught sight of the spectacular sunset and just lay there, watching it with quiet appreciation. Heath's attention remained on his master who - in his humble opinion - still looked much better than a boring sunset.
When the sun had fully dipped below the horizon and only left a dark red splotch on the ocean where it had disappeared, his master looked at Heath again. "How long did I sleep?" he asked.
"About two hours, master." Heath answered. "Would you like to have dinner?" he asked, unable to wait till asked. He wanted to please his new owner, show him how useful he was.
The bright smile on his master's face assured him that he had not overstepped himself. "That would be wonderful." he said.
And then he rolled out of the hammock most ungracefully, obviously not used to exiting one. He wasn't perturbed by it at all. He just sat next to Heath grinning and the young slave couldn't help but grin back. He wanted to lean forward, to kiss those lips so tantalizingly close but somehow he managed to resist temptation.
He was more than a little startled when his master closed the distance between the two of them, firmly pressing his lips to Heath's. It was just a short kiss but it made Heath lips tingle and his body feel hot all over. He moaned softly in disappointment when his master broke the contact.
His eyes had slipped close when he had felt his master's lips and when he opened them again now he caught his master licking his lips, looking like he liked what he had tasted. It made Heath shudder.
"Dinner?" his master asked.
Heath needed full fifteen seconds to comprehend the question. Then he blushed at his lack of self control. "Of course, master. It's set up on the veranda." he quickly supplied.
His master got up and offered him his hand, helping Heath to his feet. Together they went back to the small house. Heath anxiously watched his master sit down and survey the food he had chosen. As he had not been given any preferences he has ordered small dishes of all kinds of food, accompanied by a light white wine. He was immensely relieved when he noticed that his master looked pleased.
"Is there anything else you'd like?" Heath asked, taking up the posture of attentive waiter he had been taught.
His master smiled up at him. "Only you, sharing my meal with me." he said, gesturing Heath to kneel next to his chair.
Heath had expected to be serving rather than eating himself. But there was more than enough for two and the invitation assured him beyond doubt that his new owner found him pleasing. Beaming happily he knelt next to his master and when his hair was ruffled affectionately he leaned into the touch, barely able to suppress the urge to purr with pleasure.
He watched as his master heaped his plate with different kinds of food from the many bowls on the table, leaning his head against his master's knee, this was the place he had wanted all his life. He was sure his teachers would be proud of him, even though his performance had been a bit lacking in perfection. After all he might have anticipated that his master would want him by his side. But he silently vowed that he would get better at reading his wishes in advance.
"Fruit?" his master asked and offered Heath a slice of mango dripping with juice.
Heath eagerly opened his mouth, enjoying the tasty morsel as much as the fact that he was allowed to lick his master's fingers clean.
Their meal continued in relative silence, only broken by the occasional question about one of the dishes by Heath's master. The food was as delicious and the evening was pleasantly cooled by a soft breeze coming in from the sea.
Although Heath quickly realized that cool was the last thing he was feeling. The proximity of his new owner, combined with the fact that he again and again was offered those delicious, graceful fingers to feed from and suck clean made his body tingle all over with arousal. Countless possible ways to please his master kept popping into his mind. He had been taught a lot and now that he finally had a master to try them with was almost more tempting than he could bear.
So he was relieved and anxious at the same time when his master leaned back with a happy sigh and put his napkin over his plate. What if his master just went to bed now? Maybe he was tired from travelling. Or maybe he didn't find his slave pleasing in a sexual way.
Oblivious to Heath's worries his master looked out over the sea, a peaceful, calm expression on his features that made him look so gentle and beautiful to Heath that he couldn't bear to see it. With a soft sigh he again leaned his head against his master's knee and closed his eyes.
When his master stroked his hair, running his fingers through the unruly strands he didn't try to suppress his purr. Maybe his master just needed a bit of encouragement, he thought, and rubbed his head against the caressing hand. The soft chuckle of his master was like music to his ears and when he glanced up at him he found himself regarded with an interest that made him shudder with anticipation.
"What do you think, should we retire to bed?" his master asked huskily, erasing any doubt from Heath mind that his master wanted to sleep.
"I would love to." he answered, not giving a damn that he sounded as overeager as a boy just receiving his first lessons.
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