Vladimir “I’m so disappointed that you want to end your st..

Vladimir “I’m so disappointed that you want to end your stay at our island so early,” Xavier Pompeii walked over to the handsome man sitting on the posh leather couch and handed him a drink. “May I ask why you suddenly desire to leave.” Vladimir sipped the expensive liquor, “ I had been misled. I had been promised a week of partying and when I got here, the island was all filled with men.” Vladimir spoke with a heavy Russian accent. The tall, elegant dressed Xavier couldn’t help but admire the heavily tattooed stud, Vladimir sitting on the leather couch. Vladimir’s white sateen shirt caresses his well built body, especially hugging his muscular arms. “I’m afraid you can’t leave at the moment due to the present situation with your country,” Xavier sipped his own drink. “Fuck that,” Vladimir cussed in Russian. “I had no problem getting to this faggot island!” “I understand your frustration but you arrived on an Italian flight. Currently there are no flights to Russia. Also your finances are quite tied up by sanctions against your family.” “My father is a very powerful man,” Vladimir was getting angrier. “I’m afraid that's the problem. Your father has been identified as a member of the Russian oligarchy and all of his and unfortunately your assets have been frozen,” Xavier watched the handsome, masculine Russian playboy go from being arrogant to desperate in seconds as he realized he was broke. Vladimir quietly sipped his drink. “However, that leaves both of us in a tight situation. You see your credit cards you charged the suite with, and the drinks and food, even your very nice clothes, have been cut off,” Xavier smiled. “What do you mean,” Vladimir suddenly became scared. “You had to rack up quite the tab here,” Xavier enjoyed watching the cocky Russian squirm in front of him. “Of course you can return the clothes and we can make arrangements for you to work off what is left of what you own.” “Work if off, doing what? I’m not going to wait tables and mop floors,” Vladimir down the rest of his drink and started to feel the effects of the strong liquid. Xavier got up and poured the handsome Russian another drink “Well you do have a very nice body. Many of our guests had already complimented you on how nice and tight your body appears.” Vladimir turned white, “my body?” “I can’t, I'm, I’m straight,” he gulped the second drink down. It felt stronger than the first drink. “Is there any other way. . . I can. . .” He looked up at the tall, elegant Xavier towering over him. Vladimir suddenly felt woozy and couldn’t concentrate. It was getting harder for Vladimir to think from the strong liquor and the drugs Xavier slipped into the drink. He could no longer speak English which he was quite fluent in, and could only slur his Russian. He watched Xavier take the glass from his hand, “we don’t want to ruin the shirt before you return it.” “That is a very nice watch,” Xavier lifted Vladimir’s now limp wrist. “нет моего папы,” Vladimir tried to protest in Russian, but was not able to stop the older man from taking the gold Rolex off his tattooed wrist. Xavier then sat down beside him on the couch and proceeded to unbutton the tight sateen shirt, slowly revealing Vladimir’s tattooed covered pecs and his chisel 8 pack abs. It became harder and harder for Vladimir to think or protest. He couldn’t even keep his head from falling backwards. Xavier smiled and spread the shirt open. He then leans in and flicks his tongue over Vladimir’s right nipple. He could smell the scent of the expensive cologne on the Russian’s tattooed skin. Vladimir let out a moan as Xavier then began to suck on it. The older man reached his right hand down to the Russian’s crotch, squeezing and stroking Vladimir’s cock through the designer jeans. He then popped the top button and unzipped the jeans while continuing to suck and nibble on Vladimir’s fast swelling right nipple. Vladimir moaned in Russian in protest but Xavier ignored him. He reached his hand deep into the jeans and gripped the Russian’s impressive cock through the white satin designer briefs. The soft bikini briefs held Vladimir’s cock tightly as it started to grow hard as Xavier manipulated it and his nipples. Xavier pulled off Vladimir’s nipples and finished undressing and repossessing the muscular stud’s clothes. He stripped the helpless playboy down to the white briefs and then left him spun out on the couch. Russian men of Vladimir’s quality were in high demand and would be quite popular for the island’s guests. His chisel perfect body and rough tattoos and facial hair made him appear dangerous. The island’s elite guests would pay a lot to tame a Russian beast like him. Xavier wrapped his arm around Vladimir’s broad shoulders, pulling him tight against him. He then pulled a Viarga pill from his suit jacket and parted Vladimir’s thick full lips. “There you go, baby, swallow the pill,” Xavier then poured more laced liquor down his throat. Soon Vladimir was flying so high and his cock was throbbing in the tight briefs. Xavier undid his own pants and pulled out his thick hard cock. He placed his hand on the back of Vladimir’s muscular neck and pulled him down onto his cock. Vladimir obediently opened his mouth and wrapped his sexy lips around the fat cock. Xavier gripped Vladimir’s hair and guided his head on and off his cock. Vladimir moaned over Xavier’s cock as his throat was fucked for the first time. The straight stud coated the cock with saliva and drool. The resort manager freely ran his free hand down the muscle layered back toward the plumped bubble ass trapped in the tight white briefs. It was tight and compacted, perfectly round. Vladimir found himself pushing his ass up toward the older man’s probing hand. Xavier smiled down at the newest “employee” of the resort. He then pushed his hand into the briefs, pushing them down over the sculpted ass. Vladimir became quite popular with the guests of Paradise island. At night he performs at one of the island resorts nightclubs as a stripper and gogo boy. Men groped and fondled him as he danced in his tiny g-string. His sculpted, tattooed body was for other men’s pleasure. After his night shift he would go back to the suite of the richest guest and spend the rest of the night getting fucked. During the day he works at the cabanas serving the guests every need. He moaned as he was fucked in the mouth and ass several times during the day,