1. Arrival

Christy couldn't believe it. There she was, in a luxurious hotel room, on some island in the middle of the mysterious Bermuda triangle, flipping through a catalog filled with naked men. Her best friend Clara was lying on the king sized bed and was also just gawking at the men in her catalog, letting out an occasional "Oh my gawd!" when she flipped a page. "Holy shit, look at page 24, it can't get any bigger than that." She blurted out and giggled. She was right. The guy on page 24 had the biggest cock Christy had ever seen. How did Auntie Megan find out about this place? It had been Megans Idea to come here and to take the girls with her. Apparently she was a regular visitor of this strange remote Hotel Resort, that seemed to be especially popular with wealthy European women. At least it seemed like that, because when they had entered the lobby, they found themselves surrounded by women who spoke German, Spanish, French, Danish, Italian and other languages they had no idea where they came from. Another thing that came to Christy's attention almost immediately was, that except for the hotel staff, there were no men. No husbands, no boyfriends, no dads or sons. The staff at the reception were female too, but the bellhops, the liftboys, waiters, janitors, gardener, pool cleaners, were all gorgeous looking men, wearing nothing more then a loin cloth with the logo of the hotel on it.

Aunty Megan had been quite secretive about this place, when she suggested Christy and Clara to make a weekend trip to it. She called it a hidden paradise and promised them, they wouldn't regret visiting it. Clara and Christy were actually from New York and they went to Florida to stay at Aunty Megans place while exploring Florida for a few weeks, maybe do a little road trip, something like that. Some time out, some time away from their parents, their boyfriends, and from university. Just them two and a little adventure on the road. That had been the plan. But then Megan told them about this mysterious island in the middle of the Bermuda triangle and they were so intrigued by the idea of discovering a hidden island, that they agreed to accompany Megan over the weekend. It would be just like back in the day, when they were kids and played detectives or adventurers in the park, they figured.

It all seemed so boringly ordinary when they arrived at the Island and they were a little disappointed at first. But that changed when they set foot in this strange hotel, where the male staff was almost stark naked and there were complimentary dildos lying around everywhere you went. A friendly receptionist dressed in a high necked uniform, that reminded Clara of Star Trek, handed them the catalogues they were flipping through right now. The prices the hotel charged for these men were ridiculously low, especially if you calculated the price in USD. You would even get a bulk discount! Christy blinked in disbelief when she read: "1 INCH OF COCK = 1 USD PER HOUR. ORDER UP TO 50 INCHES OF COCK AND GET A 10 % DISCOUNT." Clara raised her brows. "Woah, they are selling those dudes by their cocks only. You can just order 50 inches of cock, and they send you 5 guys with 10 inches each? Is that how this works?" She shook her head doubtfully. "Or maybe they send you 10 guys with 5 inch each." Christy joked. "Oh yeah, well where are these guys in this catalogue then, because I haven't seen anyone with less then 10 inches in this one." Clara replied sarcastically. "I guess we left them back home in New York." Christy laughed and the both burst into laughs. Outch, what was that for? Said the voice of Christy's boyfriend Brad in her head. But she shrugged him off and flipped to the next page of the catalogue. 13 Inches on a boy that looked... goodness, was this even legal? "Hey Clara, check page 32." Clara turned the pages eagerly. "Oh wow! … Oh wooow!" She said and left her mouth open until she had to close it to stop herself from drooling on the catalogue. "But he must be like... I mean, isn't he to young to be..." Christy nodded slowly, while her eyes inspected critically every detail of that boyish frame and smooth black skin. "Yeah... he looks like it." She mumbled bewildered while her eyes followed the thick vein on the boys huge member. Christy didn't notice, how she had started to lick her upper lip. "But the catalogue said, they are all 18 years old or older." She suddenly said a little to confident. "So I guess he just looks younger than he actually is." And with that she picked up the phone to place an order.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, hi! I'd like to place an order, please."

"Certainly, Miss. What can I get you?"

"I'd like to order uhm... that, uhm, guy from the catalogue, uhm page 32?"

"That guy, Miss?"

"Yeah, the one with the... uhm, the black one, with huge uhm, penis?"

"Miss, I'm sorry, that describes about half of our product assortment. Would you have the product number, please?"

"Uhm, where do I find this number?"

"Bottom left of the product specification, starts with the prefix KOK followed by a six digit number."

"Oh, I see it. It's KOK 911911."

"Ok, let me check in the system, if this product is available. Hold please."

Christy glanced at Clara, who had been listening to Christy with growing fascination and unease. She is looking him up, Christy mouthed to Clara.

"Miss, it seemed KOK 911911 is booked until Monday morning. Would you like to change your order?"

"Oh, we are leaving on Sunday evening. Is there any chance to get a uhm, a date with him?"

"Sorry Miss, unless booking gets cancelled there is not much I can do, I'm afraid. I can put you on the waiting list, but I'm afraid you would be 7th place on that list. KOK 911911 is a very popular product."

"Why do you keep calling him like that? Doesn't have a name or something?"

"Sure, you can customize the products name once you have completed the purchasing process, Miss. Tony, Tyler, Tiger, what ever floats your boat."

"How old is he actually. He looks young."

"Miss, all of our products are at least 18 years old. That includes KOK 911911.

Christy frowned and looked at Clara.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?"

Christy hung up. Somehow she felt a little uneasy too now. What was this place? "So?" asked Clara. "KOK 911911 is completely booked." Christy responded dryly. "Cock 911911?" Clara raised her eyebrows in surprise. "No, kay o kay 911911. Apparently that's his name, or product number, I don't know." Christy paused to gather some courage. The she spat it out. "Do you think this place has some sort of human trafficking going on? You know, maybe all these guys... maybe they force the local population to prostitute themselves, or something." Clara thought about it, while absentmindedly turning the pages of her catalogue. "Maybe." She said then. "But how do they get guys from all over the world, I mean, this one is Swedish, this one from Iran, and this one is from the UK. Maybe they are professional male escorts, you know. If that exists for women, why not for men?" The argument got on for a couple of minutes more, where they tried to find an answer how a remote hotel could afford to offer men for sexual services at such a low prices. They couldn't figure it out, but they agreed, that there had to be something wrong with it.