Prologue

P rologue

W hat if we get caught?" Jason Mathers was an athletically lean teenager the same as Paul Rhodes. Both went out for track and the swim team and were equally inferior to their teammates—physically speaking—yet managed to hold their own. Everyone thought they were merely best friends. No one knew they fucked every chance they got.

Paul stripped naked and crawled into bed with Jason. The fact that he loved fucking in his own bed, in his dad's house, had very little to do with rebellion against his bigoted father. The sex simply felt more intimate and exciting when they did it in his own bed.

"We won't," Paul assured, already growing breathless with anticipation and beginning to sweat as their naked bodies touched beneath the thin sheet. He'd thrown off the thick comforter because, in mid-summer in New York, the weather was scorching hot. A fan blew on them, but it did little to cool the bedroom. His dad wouldn't let him have an air conditioner in his room. "Dad's at work. He won't be home for another hour or so."

The two boys scooted closer, their hard-ons rubbing together. They often took turns topping, though Paul regularly bottomed. Just the feel of Jason's cock squeezing into his ass almost made him cum every time.

Panting softly, eager to get fucked by his boyfriend, Paul grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and slicked Jason's hard dick. They would suck each other later; Right now, they both needed to fuck so bad they wouldn't last more than a few minutes.

"Hurry…" Paul moaned and turned his back to Jason, pushing his bare ass cheeks against the other boy's greased erection. "I'm so horny."

"Me, too," Jason panted unevenly and spread Paul's cheeks. He pushed his hips forward and the slick tip of his cock shoved into Paul's hole.

"Uh!" Paul swallowed hard and breathed heavily. His skin was already glossy and slippery with sweat from the summer heat, the short tips of his hair clinging to his damp brow. "Deeper…"

Jason sank his cock further into Paul's ass as he grasped his slick hips. He didn't wait and began thrusting, deeper and harder, their sweaty bodies slapping together, shaking the bed.

"Uh-uh-uh!" Paul gouged the mattress, pumping his ass on Jason's dick. "Oh fuck… fuck… fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Grunting and gasping, Jason hammered his ass, then abruptly pulled out. "Let's do it doggie style," he panted as he got to his knees. "I can fuck harder that way."

Paul shifted onto hands and knees. Jason got behind him and spread apart his cheeks. He rubbed the plump, firm tip of his cock around his hole then penetrated him, sinking his full dick—which was impressively large—inside him.

"Huh!" Paul gasped loudly. "Fuck, yes. Fuck me hard."

Jason went right to it, pounding his hole, his sweaty pelvis smacking wetly against Paul's slick ass cheeks. "Uuhhh- aahhhh!" Jason wailed, his short nails gouging Paul's hot, slippery skin. "Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck—I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Me, too!" Paul squeezed his eyes shut and clutched fists of the sheet, spreading his legs wider, allowing Jason to hit his sweet spot more directly. He loved to cum without touching himself, letting Jason fuck the cum out of him. His rigid dick bobbed wildly between his thighs, flicking precum all over the bed beneath him. "Fuck… fuck… fuckfuckfuuuuck!!"

Their frenzied fucking slammed the bed against the wall. The neighbors might think they were doing some demolition on the house—if they were deaf to the shouting of sexual fervor.

" Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Jason practically screamed. " I'm cuuummming!!"

Paul panted hard and erratic, sweat dripping from his face onto the pillows. " Me, too! Metoometoo!!" He blew his wad onto the bed as his ass suddenly filled with his boyfriend's load.

"Fuuu- huuuck!" Jason yelled and hammered his slick hole in a frenzy, his dick sloshing in and out. Cum drained down onto Paul's balls from his asshole when Jason finally slipped out.

Neither boy moved from their position, both gasping heavily, trying to catch their breath in the overheated bedroom. Jason held his heavy dick in hand and shoved it back inside Paul's cum-filled hole, pressed himself flush to Paul's ass, and slowly rocked his cock through his slippery cave. Both boys enjoyed this very much as Paul's ass and Jason's dick were ultra-sensitive immediately after orgasm. As horny as they were today, it would only take moments to get hard again.

"Fuck…" Paul whimpered and sank to his elbows, arching his ass to the other boy. "That feels so fucking good…" He wrapped his fist around his somewhat flaccid member and stroked, almost immediately drawing hardness back into his shaft. "Give me a sec and I'll be ready to fuck you—"

"What the fuck!"

The two boys jumped and tumbled down on the bed together.

Oh fuck!

Paul's dad stood in the bedroom doorway; face beet-red with rage. If he'd been a cartoon, steam would've blown out his ears.

" Shit…" Paul scrambled from the bed and hurriedly pulled on his pants. Jason did the same.

Ben Rhodes stood rigid in the doorway, hands clenched into fists, about to implode.

" Go," Paul hissed at Jason and jerked his head toward the bedroom window. Jason hesitated for only a moment, then bolted for the window and scrambled outside, scaled the drainpipe, and hit the ground running, making a safe getaway.

Paul wasn't so lucky.

"Where are we going?" Paul sat anxiously in the front passenger seat of his dad's car as the man appeared to guide the vehicle toward the docks. Immediately after Jason vacated the bedroom, Ben Rhodes ordered his son to pack a bag. Paul would've rather gone after Jason, but even at seventeen, he remained intimidated—and a tad frightened—of his father. Ben Rhodes preferred manipulation and verbal abuse over physical violence, though Paul was convinced he could be pushed to that limit. He feared that the scene his dad walked in on had created that push. So, right now, Paul remained submissive, afraid to incite his dad's aggression.

Ben Rhodes ran watch over Paul, not letting him out of his sight for the rest of the day and throughout the night. He'd made a few calls, but Paul didn't know to whom, though he seemed to be making traveling plans. This morning, his dad ordered him to take his bag to the car and they headed out.

"A place where they'll fix you," Ben Rhodes muttered, eyes forward.

"Fix me?" Paul didn't like the sound of that.

"Get you back on the… straight and narrow."

You mean, de-fag-ify me. Paul kept the thought to himself. Now wasn't the time to provoke his old man. "Where, uh… is this place?" Paul leaned forward a bit and frowned as they neared the docks. At the far end, a small, private cruise ship had docked and was taking on a flood of passengers. Rainbow flags fluttered in the warm summer morning breeze and a large banner along the side of the ship read Freedom Cruise.

His dad wasn't taking him to the Freedom ship that promised much fun and excitement. They were headed toward a different boat that didn't look nearly as inviting, and sure as shit not as fun.

They parked and began their walk down the docks, passing nearby the Freedom ship. The passengers were mostly men, of varying ages—many quite hot— and they all appeared excited for the voyage ahead. Paul wondered where his voyage would take him and wished like hell he was joining them.

Two men in their mid-to-late twenties stood near the boarding entrance, deep in an intense kiss. Paul tingled all over and he envied their self-confidence to be so sexually open. Paul thought if he ever got away from his dad, he might develop the same confidence to come out to the world… especially if Jason was there with him. But freedom wasn't on the horizon for him.

"Ugh," his dad muttered when he spotted the two kissing men.

Paul tensed when the two men pulled apart and looked their way. Paul's pulse skipped; the men were gorgeous. The dark-haired man was dressed in a sky-blue tank top and white cargo shorts. His deeply tanned muscles glistened in the sunlight and made Paul a little faint. The second man was only slightly taller than the first and had short blond hair and wore a plain white t-shirt and black shorts. The blond grabbed his partner's arm when the man seemed ready to confront Paul's dad. He caught Paul's eye momentarily and for a split second, Paul considered rushing up to him and beg the men to rescue him from whatever nightmare his dad had planned for him.

But he didn't. He looked away and kept walking. No stranger was going to help him.

Paul slowed as they approached his boat. It was a sizeable yacht, and other teenage boys were boarding ahead of him. They didn't look as happy as the guys boarding the Freedom ship.

"Dad…" Paul halted, a queasiness in his gut. "Where are we going?"

"The Sons of Zion resort."

"The… what?" It sounded like a cult.

"A conversion resort," his dad stated.

"Why do we have to take a boat?"

"It's on a private island."

An island?

His dad stared at him knowingly. "It prevents program runaways," he said. "On an island, there's nowhere to run to."

Shit. Surely, his dad knew he would run away from such a program at the first opportunity. The thought of being stranded on an island with people determined to fix him suddenly seemed very scary. How long would they keep him there? Until he wasn't gay anymore? Would they have to let him go when he turned eighteen? Who would even know where he was, except his dad? What if they never let him go?

Calm down. It isn't a cult. Go along with their program, pretend to be fixed, and they'll let you go.

Would it be that simple? What if they weren't so easily fooled? Surely, a lot of kids had pretended to be fixed to get out of the program.

"Come on." His dad walked forward toward a couple of men waiting at the boarding entrance of the boat. They looked like Hollywood goons. Paul instinctively held back—he did not want to get on that boat with them.

Fuck, what am I gonna do—

"Let's go," someone hissed and grabbed Paul's arm, nearly yanking him off his feet. All of the sudden, he was racing down the docks alongside Jason. Behind them, his dad shouted. Paul glanced around to see his dad and one of the goons running after them.

"They're coming!" Paul yelled as the goon left his dad in his dust and gained on the boys. "He's catching up!"

"There!" Jason pointed to the Freedom ship and jerked Paul in that direction, clutching his hand.