PLEASURE ISLAND
Written by: Angela Wang

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Summary: "I takes 'em to Pleasure Island. No, no. There's no risk. They never come back...as BOYS!" Tyce was one of these abused kids. But unlike the others, he unwillingly developed a love for his captor; a love that might never be returned.

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Most parents want their kids to do well in life, and Tyce's parents are no different. They sent Tyce to a very prestigious private school and hired numerous tutors to improve his mindset as well as his knowledge.

But Tyce was not a child of education, nor was he interested in doing anything that involved using intelligence. Ever since he was boy, not that he wasn't still, Tyce had wanted to be an artist. He loved the way artists can pour their hearts out on canvas, or spend hours perfecting a single stroke. However, his parents were not as thrilled at the idea. In fact, they were appalled by the very notion that their son would want anything to do with that crowd of "penniless fools".

Tyce, on the other hand, couldn't care less what his parents thought of his ambition. Late at night he would sneak out to the pier and draw to his heart's content. But unfortunately, his parents caught him creeping out of the house last Thursday and decisively put an end to his refuge.

Ignoring his pleas, Tyce's parents took away his sketchbook, bolted his windows, and added a lock to his door. Tyce was now shut in his room whenever school was not in session.

Undoubtedly it had crossed his mind many times to run away and live as an artist, but he feared that he had neither the skill nor the money to pull it off. So naturally Tyce settled for the only other option he could think of; to go to the pier when he should be at school.

When Monday rolled around, Tyce grabbed his school bag, kissed his mother on the cheek, and set off for another day at the beach. How, you ask, does his parents not find out about him skipping school? Well the answer is very simple. The school does not care whether or not Tyce comes to class as long as his parents pay them money. Frankly, if Tyce fails, his parents will most likely send him back there for another year, which, of course, will result in them gaining even more money.

Settling down in his favourite spot, Tyce removed his shoes and placed his feet into the water. He rolled up his slacks in hopes of keeping them dry, but the waves clashed higher and higher until they were drenched.

He stood up again, not in the mood to do anything that day, and resolved to take a walk on the sand instead. Tugging his sodden trousers away from his body he awkwardly picked up his shoes from where he had thrown it only a short while ago. He dragged his hazel eyes towards the horizon once again and gazed into the distance, pausing a while before walking away.

Absentmindedly tugging at his tie, Tyce noticed two people in the distance. Curious, and having nothing better to do, Tyce walked towards them. As he got closer, he managed to get a better look at their faces. The taller of the two had slanted eyes and a sly smile, sort of like a fox. He wore a grey top hat and carried a cane, but the state of his clothes proved him to be nothing but a poor swindler. The other man seemed eager to please and his clothes were in even worse conditions than his companion's.

The fox stopped his friend with his cane and whispered something in his ear, causing the other to nod furiously. He then turned towards me with a huge smile on his face and said, "Why lookie here Gideon, it's a young student."

"Yeah! Yeah! It's a young stupid!" Gideon replied happily.

The first gentleman, if you could call him that, whacked Gideon on the head and said, "Ha-ha-ha, you must excuse my friend here, he's a bit…slow, if you catch my drift."

Tyce looked at them curiously, "Who are you?"

"Oh how horribly rude of me! I…" he pointed at himself, "…am Honest John. And this here…" he gestured carelessly at his friend, who was now massaging the growing bump on his head, "…is Gideon."

"Um…hi. I'm Tyce, Tyce Jefford."

"What a manly name, Tyce. I bet you'll grow up to be a strong young man."

"Thanks…I think."

"Well, you're welcome!" Honest John replied with a toothy grin.

"Um…what do you want with me? Money?"

"No, no, no, my dear. Of course not. Have you ever heard of Pleasure Island?"

"What's that? Some sort of porno production company or something?"

Honest John drew back in mock surprise, "Why, the young man's got quite a potty mouth, doesn't he Gideon?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Potty mouth!" Gideon agreed.

"But I wasn't…"

"No, no, no my boy. We do not produce…" Honest John paused, as if he thought the word was distasteful, "…porn. But we do fabricate another type of pleasure; the stupendous pleasure created only by fun and games! Now boy, prepare to be astounded, gob smacked, flabbergasted, or whatever other word you can think of for having your mind blown! For Pleasure Island is the happy land of carefree boys where every day is a holiday! No school and no homework! No nagging parents! Just you and everything you've ever wanted to do! Think, boy, you'll be free of restrictions, free of rules, free of CLOTHES if that's what you'd prefer; though I must say, child, that that might raise a problem if you happen to feel like stripping naked and going skinny dipping, for how does one strip when one have no clothes on in the first place? Now that is a question worth answering, not some jibber-blabber about 2+2 or 4x5. The only person you'll have to listen to on Pleasure Island is you."

"But what about food? And shelter? Who's going to provide for us?"

"Ha-ha-ha! No worries my troubled friend! There will be mountains!"

"Mountains?"

"Yes boy! Mountains of cake! Any kind you can think of! Chocolate cake! Cheese cake! Triple fudge sundae cake! Maybe even carrot cake if you dig long enough!"

"Ee-yuck!" Gideon added in disgust.

"Do they have banana cake?" Tyce asked excitedly.

"Do they ever! You know what else, boy?"

"What?"

"They have all kinds of other foods too! That is, if you're too full to eat more cake! I for one never get full on cake, but who knows! Maybe you're in the mood for ice cream! Or cookies! Or pie!"

"I like pie!" Tyce smiled.

"Of course you like pie. Everyone loves pie! And if you get tired and wish to sleep, there are all kinds of beds too! Big beds, small beds, rainbow upside-down beds! Hard beds, soft beds, rumbling moving truck beds! Trust me boy, you will not be disappointed!"

"Wow! Can I draw too?"

"Can you draw?" Honest John laughed, "Can he draw, he asks!"

"Ha-ha, yeah boss. Can he draw!" Gideon laughed too before stopping to ask, "Can he?"

"Of course he can!" Honest John tipped back his hat, knocked Gideon out of the way and grabbed Tyce around the shoulders. "Picture this, my friend, your very own gallery, where everyone will go and see your art! You'll see my boy! You'll see! It'll be like heaven! No, no, no! It'll be better than heaven!"

"How do I get there?"

"With this!" Honest John pulled out a ticket from under his clothes. "There's a coach leaving tonight with tons of other boys who're looking for adventure. You can be one of them."

"Thanks mister!" Tyce held the ticket with glee.

"That's my boy." Honest John grinned wider, "The coach will come by the old library. It'll come at precisely nine o'clock. It won't wait long so don't be late!"

"I won't!"

"Splendid…"

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Huzzah! 2 reviews! (That's the least amount of reviews I've ever gotten. I hope that's due to the number of hits this story is receiving and not due to the quality of my writing) ♥ for the reviewers! Sorry guys, I know I said I'd update yesterday, but I had to type up a 3 page contract in Spanish (which I can't read) for my aunt, then we went outside, and then we watched the Whole Ten Yards (which was awesome). So I only got to write half.

Try as I might I couldn't find a single story about the obviously kinky PLEASURE ISLAND. With a name like that, and with a quote about how "they won't come back as boys" (but as MEN), there should totally be a million fics about it!

And like the rest of you, I can't wait till the sex either. However we must patiently wait as the plot develops. -nods earnestly- But rest assured, the kinkiness will soon begin (as soon as Tyce meets the coachman)