Island Royale: The Report (Chapter One)

Chapter One
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You will not find the place marked on any published map, and no one you know can provide you directions to it. No commercial airlines schedule flights there, and even global satellite images of the area reveal nothing but seemingly endless blue waters.

There are no fancy internet websites maintained to allow you to book a vacation there, and no ordinary travel agent can make a reservation for you. On the shelves and kiosks of the World’s travel agencies there are no inviting brochures of the resort filled with rich prose and glossy color photographs displayed in competition with other pamphlets promoting popular holiday destinations. And you’ll never see a television commercial beckoning you to come for a visit.

To all but a relatively elite few, the place is but a myth – an ethereal phantom, if you will – heard of only through whispered rumor and existing solely within the dark recesses of the lascivious mind. Officially there simply is no such place; nevertheless the myth is quite real, for stretching along the eastern shore of a small, privately-owned South Sea atoll, Island Royale offers to an extremely select group of male clientele the very finest in heterosexual entertainment, all amid the plush surroundings of a first class holiday resort.

World leaders, heads of state, multi-national corporate kingpins, oil-rich Arabian sheiks, and – surprisingly, perhaps – even many of the highest-ranking members of the clergy periodically migrate to this isolated enclave to enjoy the hospitality of what is undeniably the finest brothel ever to exist on the planet. Hedonism II, Exotic Retreat, and even Thailand’s infamous Angels in Paradise sex resorts pale in comparison, for at Island Royale there is but one basic rule: Do not physically injure the staff. Within the wide parameters of that one basic rule, however, virtually “anything goes.”

How Island Royale has remained such a well-kept secret, insulated from international exposure and scrutiny, is largely due to the tremendous discretion employed by the resort’s many wealthy and powerful patrons. As Greg,* the Managing Partner of the resort explained:

Only the most Alpha of Alpha Males even knows we exist.

An invitation to visit Island Royale is not extended lightly, and the acceptance of that invitation carries with it the clear understanding that all aspects of the experience must remain an absolute secret to those outside “The Circle.”

We are, to put it simply, very exclusive.

And our Guests respect and appreciate that exclusivity. Regardless of their position, title, political or religious beliefs, our Guests know they are able to come here to relax and truly enjoy the unique amenities Island Royale has to offer, but they also know that their ability to continue to do so in the future depends entirely upon our existence remaining quite confidential. Each of our Guests sincerely wishes for us to continue to flourish, and therefore each exercises great care in order to prevent the inappropriate disclosure of any information about the resort.

Getting to Island Royale is itself not especially difficult, provided of course one has first received that coveted invitation. All patrons are extremely wealthy, possess access to their own private aircraft, and are therefore able to fly freely to and from the small airport in western Costa Rica constructed exclusively to serve the needs of the resort. Guests arrive throughout the morning for their weeklong stay, with flights leaving for the island each Sunday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon.

Prior to boarding, each Guest is subjected to a thorough physical examination. There are no exceptions. The medical staff screens not only for syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases but for more “common” health concerns as well such as mononucleosis, viral influenza and rubella, in addition to confirming a Guest’s general overall physical health. Management of Island Royale is quite proud of the fact that there has never been a serious outbreak of disease during their thirty-seven years of operation in the sex business.

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* Because of the exceptional candor I was to receive during my interviews, as a condition of my visit the names of all principals associated with Island Royale have been changed in order to preserve their anonymity.

Although I was permitted to retain my audio cassette recorder for use during my interviews, Management refused to permit me to bring to the resort any cameras, camcorders, or other video recording devices, and I was further prohibited from attempting to interview any members of the Island Royale sex staff during my stay.
And their patrons completely understand the need for such a rigorous screening process. Although unusual, on more than one occasion over the years a Guest has been turned away at this isolated Central American outpost because of even the hint of a “common cold” infection and, according to Greg, when that has happened the Guest has each time completely accepted, without protest, Management’s decision to withhold from him boarding permission. Each Guest is acutely aware of just how very important it is to keep the resort “clean,” as infection or disease could easily and quickly be passed from a Guest to any number of the sex staff and subsequently to other Guests. Besides, a Guest who accepts his rejection gracefully knows he will receive another invitation to visit the resort once his medical issue has been successfully addressed.

The actual eight-hour flight to Island Royale, aboard an unmarked Boeing 757 jetliner, is largely uneventful. The aircraft is outfitted with first-class accommodations throughout the accessible portion of the passenger section and comfortably seats around one hundred twenty-six persons, including a small staff of male flight attendants. Each seat is equipped with a video screen, and passengers may choose from a variety of audio and video entertainment options. Most Guests, I observed, elected to view “first-run” movies – quality motion pictures, not the abysmally edited “feature films” shown on long-distance commercial flights – if they chose to watch anything at all. Generally, though, the passengers simply read or slept during most of the trip. Although some Guests talked quietly among themselves, on the whole I noted very little interaction between the passengers during the long flight.

The rear third of the aircraft fuselage is sealed off and is not accessible to the passengers. I was to learn later that the jetliner, as well as her sister air ship, serves both to shuttle patrons to and from the island and to provide the resort thrice-weekly shipments of food, beverages and other necessary supplies – including young human females – and consequently both aircraft have been modified to haul “freight” in the pressurized rear portion of the cabin as well as in the large cargo bays below.

Midway during the flight one of the attendants announced that a short instructional audiotape would be played and that it was strongly recommended that first time visitors to the resort listen carefully. I of course donned my earphones, but it appeared most of the passengers had previously visited the island and therefore largely ignored the suggestion of the flight attendant. I and the scattering of my fellow “first time visitors,” however, listened intently to the recorded message.

Narration is in English, and the male voice possesses a vaguely British accent. The syrupy background music seemed a bit much to me, but on the whole the instructional tape is brief and quite straightforward:

Welcome to Island Royale, where all of your fantasies become real!

You have embarked upon the trip of a lifetime. Every sexual dream you have ever had will be fulfilled over and over again by the willing staff of our wonderful little resort.