Blow the Man Down by Jason Bonds

 

Chapter 1
"Fuck your cum up my ass, man! Please?" Damon begged when Lucky Donovan's big
glistening prick slithered wetly from his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Lucky laughed as he sat astride the boy's face and jacked
off. "That cock-hungry asshole of yours miss me while I was ashore?"

"For sure," Damon murmured, kissing the hairy balls that were bouncing against
his chin He looked cross-eyed at the huge cock that jutted above his face.
"Nobody on this tub can fuck ass like you can, Lucky."

"Bullshit," Lucky said, playfully slapping the handsome youth's face with his
wet prick. "I bet Cotton and Shawn kept your little ass hot for me while I was
in Clearwater. I know those guys!"

"I didn't say I'd been doing without," Damon said with a devilish grin. He
flicked his tongue out and lapped an emerging dewdrop of pre-cum from the tip of
Lucky's cock. "Anyway, you were in Clearwater, and we were here in Tampa." He
wrapped his arms around the hunky stud's naked hips. "Sure, I've been fucking
with the rest of the crew. So what else is new?"

"No sweat," Lucky smiled, rubbing the head of his cock against Damon's closed
lips. "Long as I'm still your favorite."

"Oh, yeah!" Damon said enthusiastically.

When the boy opened his mouth to speak, Lucky thrust his cock between his lips,
filling the cute youth's mouth with hard cock-meat.

"Suck it just a little," Lucky said anxiously. "Then I'll fuck your ass good.
Okay?"

"Mmm-hummm!" Damon agreed happily.

He raised his head, fucking Lucky's colossal cock between his soft lips until he
felt the cockhead plunge against the back of his throat. Twisting his head from
side to side rapidly, Damon worked the blunt cock-knob into the tight channel of
his throat until he could take no more. Still his ovalled lips were nowhere near
the thick base of Lucky's prick.

"Ohhh, yeahhh!" Lucky breathed excitedly as he raised up onto his knees and
began fucking the boy's mouth slowly. "Suck that cock, baby." Faint light from a
porthole illuminated the two naked young men's bodies on a bunk bed in the
Apollo's below-deck cabin. The big tuna boat rocked gently, creaking and
groaning as a light swell caused it to tug at its moorings. Sunshine glinting
off the water outside caused kaleidoscopic patterns of light on the cabin's
ceiling.

While he enjoyed having his mouth fucked full of Lucky's massive cock- meat,
Damon looked up adoringly at his beautiful lover, caressing his brawny body with
sensitive fingertips. Lucky was so incredibly handsome and sexy that he never
quite seemed real to Damon, even when they were fucking.

Lucky Donovan was a god-like creature whose exquisite physical perfection
attracted attention wherever he went. He had dark-blond shaggy hair that was
somewhat curly, and his handsome face was made mysterious by his huge brown
eyes. His dark eyes, which resembled the innocent eyes of a fawn, were his most
outstanding feature - and those deer-like eyes gave him a fraudulent look of
naivete.

But, at twenty-two, Lucky was anything but naive A reformed drug dealer, he had
spent more time in jail than on the streets before joining the crew of the
Apollo. On probation now, he was trying to prove he could make an honest living
as a tuna fisherman in an effort to avoid a long prison term.

Damon relaxed his throat muscles and allowed Lucky's long cock-lance to fuck
deeper. Lucky's hips were lurching wildly, causing his prick to savagely plunder
his teen-aged lover's throat. His energetic fucking and the humid Florida heat
caused his muscle-bound body to film over with glistening sweat.

Lucky loved the way Damon ran his hands sensuously over his glossy flesh,
seeking out his most sensitive spots with delicately exploring fingers. He knew
the boy worshipped his body. Lucky was accustomed to being a sex object. But
Damon's adoration went beyond the physical, encompassing all that Lucky Donovan
was and all that he might someday be - and that made Damon's love very special
to Lucky.

Grasping Lucky's firmly rounded asscheeks, Damon angled his neck to permit even
more of the colossal prick to penetrate into the depths of his tight throat. The
brownish-blonde thatch of the big stud's crotch hair tickled the boy's nose with
every fuck-thrust, and he could feel Lucky's heavy balls slapping against his
chin every time the cock fucked down his throat. He squeezed his hunky lover's
buns to signify his pleasure.

While Lucky fucked Damon's mouth mercilessly, the boy reached up to caress the
suntanned abdomen that lurched above his face. He explored the scalloped ridges
of hard muscle that gave Lucky's abdomen such an erotic appearance, then reached
higher to press both palms against the guy's prominently squared pectoral
mounds. Lucky's smooth hard flesh was slimy with perspiration, and Damon rubbed
his flattened hands all over his broad chest, drawing his fingers slowly down
the sexy crevice between the huge pectorals. He traced a path down past Lucky's
navel and into the tangle of wiry hair surrounding the base of his prick.

Light from the porthole illuminated the sparse blonde hair on Lucky's muscular
legs, causing the downy hair to glitter against the deep tan of his skin.

Damon cupped his studly lover's pendulous balls in his hands while the cock
continued to plunder his mouth. Lucky's balls were heavy, laden with a cum-load
that the boy wanted fucked up his ass. As much as he loved sucking cock, Damon's
insatiable ass demanded attention - and Lucky's foot-long fucker was just what
he needed.

Pressing his hands hard against Lucky's belly, Damon pushed him away forcefully.
Lucky's gigantic prick slurped from the boy's mouth and sprang upward, the
thickly veined cock-shaft glistening obscenely as it bobbed above his face.

"My ass, damn it!" Damon blurted between gasps for air. "Fuck my ass - - like
you promised, man."

"You horny little bastard," Lucky said with a lascivious grin as he moved
downward and lowered himself atop the teenager's naked body. "What the hell did
you do for cock before I came along?"

"I never knew what I'd been missing till you came along with that horse- cock of
yours," Damon smiled as he enveloped Lucky's broad shoulders with his long arms
"You got me spoiled rotten."

"Good," Lucky said as he settled his weight onto the slender youth's body.
"Let's keep it that way."

Lucky pressed his soft, sensuous lips against Damon's mouth and their tongues
entwined. While the two young men indulged in a mouth-wallowing kiss, Damon ran
his hands feverishly over his lover's thickly muscled back. His fingertips
glided smoothly on a film of sweat as he moved his hands down to Lucky's bug
manly ass. Grasping the guy's firm buns, the boy squirmed beneath his weight
until he maneuvered his studly lover's super-cock between his thighs. Lucky
wiggled his ass, pushing the wet tip of his prick against Damon's anxious
asshole.

"Eeewww!" Damon gasped into Lucky's mouth. "Mmmm!"

The hot youngster threw his legs up at the first contact of Lucky's cock- knob
against his asshole, hunching his ass upward in an effort to fuck the cock into
his cock-starved butt. He locked his long legs around the big stud's narrow
waist, squirming in a delirious frenzy of anticipation as the blunt head of the
prick began to part his sphincter. But the welcome cock was withdrawn.

"Fuck me, you son of a bitch!" Damon cried out, pounding on Lucky's brawny back
with clenched fists. "Give it to me!"

Teasing the boy by keeping his cock-head barely touching the sensitive flesh of
his ass-ring, Lucky smiled indulgently as he looked down into the kid's
anguished face.

"Only if you'll suck yourself off while I fuck you," Lucky said.

"Aw, man!" Damon protested. "You know that's hard on my back. I don't like to do
that."

"Come on, Damon," the gorgeous stud persisted. "I like it when we fuck that way.
It's such a turn-on!" He nudged his cock gently against the boy's asshole.
"Please?"

"Oh, all right," Damon finally agreed.

Lucky scooted backward, sitting on his haunches astride Damon's legs He caressed
the youth's slender but muscular thighs, taking a moment to appreciate his
lover's good looks.

At eighteen, Damon West was in his prime. He was a pretty boy, with soft brown
hair that covered his ears and swept down in bands on his forehead. He had blue
eyes, and sensitive facial features that gave him a boyish kind of charm. Thick
masculine lips prevented his delicate features from looking girlish Damon's body
was lithe and trim, and his legs and arms were generously covered with fine
brown hair.

Lucky curled his fingers around Damon's semi-hard prick, which rose from an
unusually dense patch of brownish pubic hair. He slowly jacked the boy's
stiffening cock, licking his lips unconsciously at the sight of the dewy-fresh
pink cock-head that flared above his clasping fingers

Bending down, Lucky licked the head of Damon's cock lovingly, running his hot
moist tongue-tip all around the boy's prick stiffened to full hardness in his
fist. Then he ovalled his lips and took the cock into his mouth, sucking down
onto the cock-shaft quickly.

"Ummm, that feels great," Damon breathed as he ran his fingers through Lucky's
shaggy hair. "But let's get on with the fucking."

His mouth full of prick, Lucky looked up along Damon's youthful body and smiled.
Coming up off the boy's cock, he licked down around his furry balls while he
grasped each of his thighs and lifted his long legs. As he elevated Damon's
legs, Lucky slithered his tongue down into the boy's hairy ass- crevice. Then,
holding Damon's long legs aloft, the big stud began to eat his ass.

"Oh yeah!" Damon sighed, delighting in the way Lucky was titillating his
sensitive asshole with his hot tongue "Do it!"

When his tongue fucked effortlessly into Damon's flabby asshole, Lucky knew the
kid had been getting plenty of fucking in his absence. Damon's recently fucked
asshole was lax and gaped open, revealing the pinkish inner flesh when Lucky
withdrew his probing tongue

"Looks like Cotton and Shawn had one helluva good time while I was in
Clearwater," Lucky said, peering between Damon's elevated legs at his cute face.
"Your asshole's like mush."

Damon grinned mischievously. "Well, hell - I had to do something to keep my butt
ready for that big fucker of yours. So I just sorta kept in practice with the
rest of the crew."

"Practicing, huh?" Lucky laughed. Then he began to lick up and down Damon's
exposed ass-crack with long, rapid strokes. "You're just cock-crazy."

"Yeahhhhhh cock-crazy," Damon admitted dreamily as he squirmed his upthrust ass
against Lucky's beautiful face. "But your big old horse-cock's still my
favorite."

The dark curly hair in Damon's ass-crevice clung to his skin in wet swirls as
Lucky's busy tongue set it. Abruptly, he stopped his sweeping up- and-down
strokes and fucked his tongue deeply into the gaping pink opening of the boy's
asshole. Clamping his lips around Damon's hairy ass-ring, Lucky wallowed his
tongue within the kid's ass-guts. Every time he ate Damon's sweet ass, Lucky
thought of all the hundreds of cocks that must have discharged gallons of hot
cum into that insatiable fuck-hole... and knowing it turned him on even more.

"Oh, god!" Damon blurted, drawing his knees back against his chest and thrilling
to the deep tongue-fucking. "Eat that ass, man! Eat it out!"

Spurred on by Damon's obvious excitement, Lucky sucked at his asshole with lewd
slurping sounds while he swirled his tongue across the interior membranes of his
ass-channel. And, while he slurped hungrily at his young lover's butt, he began
jacking his own cock, which was hard and tingling with need.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Lucky withdrew his tongue from Damon's
ass and moved upward, clambering atop the teenager's upthrust butt and pressing
his cockhead against the soft moist opening of his asshole.

Damon's blue eyes widened when he felt the thick wedge of the big stud's
cockhead nudging his asshole He draped his legs over Lucky's broad shoulders and
stared at his handsome face intently as he held his breath and waited for the
massive impalement he knew would come any moment.

Lucky lowered his blonde lashes, partially concealing his big brown eyes in an
expression calculated to melt the heart of his young lover "You want it!"

"All of it," Damon whispered, raising his head to kiss the gorgeous stud
briefly. "Fuck it to me."

Suddenly, Damon felt Lucky's huge cock-knob plunge into his ass, spreading his
sphincter grossly. He sucked in a quick breath as Lucky fucked forward, driving
his gigantic cock-lance into his shocked guts in one horrendous fuck-thrust. The
big stud didn't let up until his balls were mashed against the boy's ass.

"Uuunnngh!" Damon gasped.

His tongue lolled out and his eyes rolled in response to the ghastly pain that
seared up into his belly as Lucky Donovan's horse- cock filled his guts to
capacity. He switched his head violently from side to side while Lucky held his
position, keeping his giant cock fucked in to the balls.

Damon had thought he was prepared for Lucky's super-cock, but now he realized he
should have known better It would have taken a telephone pole to have prepared
his ass for such a fucking. Despite his recent fucking with the other crew
members aboard the Apollo, the youth was out of practice when it came to taking
Lucky's prick up his ass.

"You okay?" Lucky asked quietly, suddenly perceiving that Damon's reaction was
more extreme than usual

"No, it's horrible," Damon whined. "But I love it!"

"You crazy kid," Lucky smiled as he began to fuck slowly.

"Oooohhh!" Damon gasped, grabbing the brawny hunk's naked hips and attempting to
halt his fucking motions. "Wait a second! Just take it slow and easy for a
minute, man. Shit! It sure didn't take me long to get out of shape."

Lucky bent down again and kissed the cute youngster on the lips. "It won't take
long to get you back in shape, either."

Gradually, Damon's ass adjusted to the massive invasion of cock-meat and the
burning pain transformed into a pleasurable sensation. He relaxed and began to
enjoy the feeling of a prick fucking so deeply into his ass that he halfway
expected it to emerge from his mouth. Lucky's gigantic cock was stimulating
places in his ass-guts where no other cock ever reached, quickly sending him
soaring into oblivious ecstasy. He began to gyrate his upturned butt against
Lucky's hard, flat belly, churning the super-cock deeply within his ass.

"Lemme see you suck your own cock now," Lucky whispered as he maneuvered farther
upward.

Keeping his cock embedded in Damon's ass, Lucky soon had the boy bent almost
double. Damon's drooling cockhead dangled near his mouth and he bent his neck in
an effort to reach it, but still couldn't quite bring his lips in contact with
his cock. Lucky let more of his weight come to bear on Damon's butt, pressing
the boy's crotch downward.

His back straining under Lucky's weight, Damon finally closed his lips over the
head of his own cock. Tasting his own pre-cum, he swirled his tongue about his
cockhead, stimulating himself into a full hard-on, which soon provided the
additional length needed. Now he was sucking his own cock avidly.

The big blonde stud began to fuck slowly, straining his powerful legs to
maintain the awkward position atop the boy's ass He was incredibly turned on by
the sight of Damon sucking his own prick while he fucked him.

Damon, meanwhile, had an extraordinary view of the action from his contorted
viewpoint. While he sucked his own cock, he could see his balls draping downward
against the base of his down-thrust cock- shaft. And, just beyond his hairy
balls, he could see - not far from his face - Lucky's colossal prick fucking in
and out of his grossly stretched asshole. The big cock was glossy with
fuck-juices, and he saw how the raw pink flesh of his ass-ring was turned inside
out every time the cock slithered out... and how the ass-flesh was shoved back
in on every downward fuck-lunge.

The nastiness of seeing all this so near his face made the teenager so hot he
wanted to cum immediately. He began sucking voraciously on his prick, thrilling
himself with his own lips and tongue while he watched Lucky's slimy cock
plundering his hairy asshole.

Within seconds, the horny youngster saw his furry balls drawing up and felt a
stupendous climax building in his loins. He swirled his tongue on his cock-knob
and bobbed his head, causing his ovalled lips to race up and down his rigid
prick-shaft. In the next instant, his cock was tingling and felt as if it might
be buzzing as the cum rushed from his balls, surging through the core of his
prick.

Cum burst forth within Damon's sucking mouth with such force that displaced air
flared his nostrils as the immense cum-load filled his mouth. Milky streams of
jizm overflowed his lips, drooling down the sides of his face toward his ears as
he sucked and gulped, perversely savoring the flavor of his own cum.

Seeing the boy's white jizm gurgling from his lips excited Lucky into blasting
his cum-load. He kept fucking Damon's upturned butt rapidly while he pumped his
ass full of hot cum. The big stud's cum foamed out around his steadily fucking
cock, running down Damon's drooping balls and dripping warmly onto his face to
mingle with the jizm overflowing his cock-stuffed mouth.

Damon moaned around his own cock when he saw Lucky's cum running down over his
balls and dripping in long sticky strands onto his face. He could feel the
gigantic cock in his ass belching torrents of jizm into his guts, and it
thrilled him to see that huge prick plunging in and out of his cum-filled
asshole, forcing milky gushes of jizm from within his ass-guts on every
downstroke.

Soon, the boy's cute face was drenched in glistening cum that had overflowed his
asshole and his mouth. His back was hurting and his cock had ceased spurting
cum. But he continued to suck on his prick and to enjoy the stuffed and flooded
sensation of having Lucky's cock buried to the hilt in his ass.

Exhausted from the hard fucking, Lucky slithered his long cock-lance from the
boy's asshole. As he withdrew the thick wedge of his prick-knob, a profuse
upheaval of cum gushed forth from Damon's asshole, which was gaping open like an
obscene crater erupting in white lava. The new flood of molten jizm flowed down
over Damon's hairy balls, onto his cock-shaft and downward to his ovalled lips,
where it pooled momentarily before flowing slowly down the sides of his face.

When Lucky climbed off, removing his weight from Damon's doubled-over body, the
boy was no longer able to maintain his contorted position. His cock slurped from
his sucking mouth as his legs sprang upward. For a moment, a long thin thread of
cum connected the tip of his spent cock with his lips, then the string of jizm
broke as his legs came down onto the bunk bed. It felt good to stretch out
again, and he sighed happily as he placed his long legs to either side of Lucky,
who was kneeling and looking at him with a satisfied grin.

"You're a mess, boy!" Lucky said as he came forward and lay atop the teenager.

Damon put a hand behind Lucky's head and drew his face down to his own cummy
face for a kiss. When their lips met, he spit a mouthful of warm cum into the
blonde stud's mouth. Lucky swallowed the boy's jizm anxiously, glad he had saved
some for him. Their handsome faces were stuck together by a slime of cum as they
kissed passionately, squirming their naked and sweating bodies together.

"That's the way I like it," Lucky said when their mouths parted. "Fast and
dirty!"

Chapter 2
After Damon and Lucky had showered, they put on their work clothes, which -
aboard the Apollo - were interestingly casual.

Damon slipped into a tattered, abbreviated pair of jean cut- offs and put on
heavy construction shoes and thick athletic socks, which he rolled down. His
hair balls and the head of his cock dangled in plain view beneath the frayed
edges of his shorts. With his hair swept down on his forehead, Damon looked like
a sexy version of Lil' Abner.

Lucky - always the macho man - put on a pair of tight, faded jeans, heavy work
boots and a sleeveless midriff T-shirt. The pale- blue shirt exposed his
muscular arms and a flat belly and accentuated his golden tan. He tied a blue
bandana around his head, leaving the loose ends of the knot trailing down onto
his shoulder. The bandana, combined with the wild look in his big brown eyes,
made the handsome blonde look vaguely savage.

They started up the steep stairway to the deck above, but Damon grabbed Lucky
halfway up, wrapping his arms around the surprised fellow.

"You gorgeous brute!" the boy smiled, pecking his lover on the lips. "Damn, it's
good to have you back." Then his expression became more serious. "Did the
probation board give you a hard time?"

"Naw," Lucky said, running his hand up under Damon's shorts and squeezing a bare
bun. "Just the same old red tape. No hassle, long as I keep a job and stay clear
of the drug traffic." He poked a finger into the youth's well-fucked asshole.

"Ewww!" Damon squealed, practically climbing Lucky Donovan's big frame. "Don't
get me excited again. We've got work to do."

"You really did miss me, didn't you?" Lucky smiled, glowing with the
self-confidence that came from knowing he was needed.

"What do you think?" the boy said as he sank to his knees on the stairway and
began kissing Lucky's bare stomach. He clamped his arms around his brawny
lover's waist, pressing his face against his belly. "You know I worship you."

"That's why they call me Lucky," the blonde said as he pulled Damon to his feet
again. "I always get what I want." Then he swatted the kid's ass playfully.
"Let's get to work."

They squinted at the late afternoon sunshine as they emerged on the deck of the
Apollo. The bog trawler was moored, along with dozens of other tuna boats, at
Tampa's commercial fishing docks. Tampa Bay sparkled in the late sun, which was
casting a golden hue on the fleet of white boats.

"We better finish getting the larder stocked," Damon said, standing with his
hands on his hips and surveying the tranquil scene of gently rocking boats and
gliding sea gulls. "Cotton wants to cast off at daybreak tomorrow and we're low
on a few things."

"I'll go get the hand-truck," Lucky said as he headed for the gangplank. He
stopped abruptly at the portside railing, looking down at the dock below. "Jesus
Christ! Come get a load of this."

Damon sauntered over to the railing, expecting to see some tourist exhibiting a
big fish. His jaw dropped when he saw the guy below. "Man! That's one bitchin'
stud!"

"Awesome," Lucky said dreamily as he leaned on the railing and kept looking.

Their attention was riveted on a young man on the dock who was leaning on a
ten-speed bicycle. The bike was at an angle, and the guy was leaning back
against it with his feet planted widely apart.

He was scantily clad in a yellow Speedo swimsuit that left little to the
imagination and a lightweight yellow nylon jacket that was open down the front.
A yellow sun visor concealed his face from their view, but they could see that
he had coal-black hair and a fantastic body. His darkly suntanned skin
contrasted sharply with the pale yellow outfit he wore, and the low angle of the
sun made him look like a bronzed statue.

"Must be a tourist," Damon remarked, noticing the backpack strapped to the rear
of the guy's bike.

"Or maybe a sun god," Lucky said, unable to take his eyes from the prominent
cock-bulge in the guy's nylon bikini.

"Naw," Damon chuckled. "He's got Ft. Lauderdale written all over him. Definitely
a tourist."

Suddenly, the guy glanced up and spotted them. His face was as beautiful as the
rest of him, and both fishermen swooned at his striking good looks.

"Maybe you're right," Damon whispered. "It's a god."

"I'm looking for Captain Cotton Tyler," the guy shouted up at them. "That either
one of you?"

Lucky jabbed Damon in the ribs with an elbow. "Shit! We should've guessed.
Cotton's got something new going."

"What?" the guy yelled from below.

"Naw, man," Lucky shouted back. "The captain's not here now." He leaned out,
sucking in his belly and flexing his biceps, smiling seductively down at the guy
on the dock. "You sure I won't do?"

"Lucky!" Damon sputtered, putting his hands on his hips and looking shocked.

"I have to see Captain Tyler," the guy below shouted, looking slightly puzzled
at Lucky's behavior.

"C'mon aboard!" Lucky hollered.

The fellow nodded and began wheeling his bike up the gangplank.

Lucky grinned at Damon "I don't know what Cotton's got going here, but if that
guy's not gay I'll wrestle a shark barehanded."

"Hi!" Lucky said warmly as the guy came aboard. He extended a hand. "I'm Lucky
Donovan... and this here's my sweet little boyfriend, Damon West. What can we do
for you?"

"Rick Marinaro," the suntanned stud said, glancing uncertainly at each of them.
"I have business with Captain Tyler. Will he be here before long?" He sounded
stern and business-like.

"He better be along before long," Damon said. "We're casting off at daybreak."

Lucky was standing close to the visitor with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of
his Levis, unabashedly looking him up and down.

"What kinda business you got with Cotton?" Lucky asked, doing his best to look
tough and butch. "You sure don't look like any businessman."

"I have business with the captain," Rick insisted. "And I'm sorry if you don't
like my looks."

"Oh, we love your looks, man!" Lucky said. "Don't you think he's pretty, Damon?"

"No complaints here," Damon grinned, finding himself growing horny at the sight
of Rick Marinaro's beautiful body. The boy began to fondle his welling cock,
which was hanging out below his cut-offs.

Rick saw Damon playing with his prick. He glanced back to Lucky, and saw the
wild look in his huge brown eyes. Backing away slowly with his bicycle, he
revealed his fear.

"You guys already know what I'm here for, don't you?"

"Yeah," Lucky said confidently. "I'd say it's pretty obvious."

He moved forward, stepping close to Rick again. In the next instant, he reached
out and grabbed a handful of the sexy stud's cock-bulge, feeling the long prick
that was curled snugly within the thin nylon crotch of his Speedo.

"Hey, man!" Rich shouted hoarsely, knocking Lucky's hand away quickly. "Knock
that shit off! What the hell's the matter with you guys?"

"Whatdya mean - what's the matter with us?" Lucky said in annoyance. "Look at
yourself, man. Prissin' your cute ass around here in that sexy get-up, showing
off your bog old cock like that. You ought to keep our goddamned clothes on if
you don't want anybody touching you - you crazy fucker."

"Easy, Lucky," Damon said quietly, knowing the bug stud wasn't accustomed to
rejection. "Let's be cool now."

Rich Marinaro moved back a few steps again. His handsome face was drawn with
tension.

"Look," he said, "I don't give a shit what you fags do with each other... but
don't try any of that crap with me. Okay?"

"Fags!" Lucky blurted loudly as his fists clenched automatically. "Why, you son
of a bitch! I'm gonna - "

"No!" Damon yelled, grabbing Lucky's raised fist before he could hit Rick. The
boy looked hard at Rick. "Just get off the fuckin' boat, man. You're not welcome
her. Go on!"

"I'm not going anywhere till I see Cotton Tyler," Rick said firmly. "And you two
goons better leave me alone, if you know what's good for you. Now, when do you
expect the captain? I want some answers here!"

Lucky and Damon looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment, then both of
them began to grin mischievously.

"This guy's really asking for it," Lucky said.

"Yeah, he is," Damon agreed.

"Okay, buddy," Lucky said to Rick. "So what if Cotton is aboard? You think he
wants to see you?"

"That's what I figured," Rick said, smiling knowingly. "He's hiding out below."
He leaned his bike against a refrigeration unit and looked smugly at Lucky.
"Take me to the captain - now."

Pretending they hated doing it, Lucky and Damon led Rick Marinaro down the steep
stairway to the cabin below.

"Where is he?" Rick demanded authoritatively when he didn't see anyone else
below.

"Get him!" Lucky yelled.

In a sudden flurry of activity, Damon and Lucky grabbed the rude visitor and
threw him to the floor. A few punches were exchanged before they subdued him,
but nobody was seriously hurt. Then, before Rick knew what was happening, they
had him face down on the floor and had tied his hands together with a sheet. A
minute later, they had secured each of his ankles to exposed water pipes,
leaving him spread-eagled on his stomach. He struggled for a few minutes before
he accepted the fact that he was securely bound and helpless.

"Help me strip the son of a bitch," Lucky told his young lover. "We'll give him
a fuckin' he won't ever forget."

"This is a federal offense!" Rick said hoarsely, twisting his neck and looking
up at them.

"It sure as hell won't be my first federal offense," Lucky laughed as he stopped
down and yanked the visor from Rick's head. "Hey, man - - you've got real pretty
hair. You know that?" He ran his fingers through the guy's lush black hair.

"I... I don't know about this, Lucky," Damon said nervously.

"Don't be a fuckin' titty-baby, Damon!"

"All right, all right!"

It became immediately obvious they wouldn't be able to pull the guy's jacked and
trunks off while he was tied up that way, so Lucky ran to the galley and found a
knife. When he approached Rick with the knife, the guy's face went pale.

"My God!" Rick blurted pathetically. "Go ahead and fuck me if you want to - just
don't kill me!"

"I'm not gonna kill you, you fuckin' idiot," Lucky laughed as he knelt down and
began cutting the nylon jacket so it could be removed. "I just want to get you
naked."

"Oh, thank God," Rick murmured, relaxing and resting his cheek on the grimy
floor. After that fright, getting fucked in the ass seemed a relatively harmless
prospect.

After the jacket was cut away, Lucky handed the knife to Damon. "Here. You do
the honors with the Speedo, kid."

The perverse excitement of committing rape caused Damon's cock to stiffen and
project from his cut-offs while he knelt and cut away the flimsy nylon bikini
from Rick's loins. Once he had cut through the fabric, he yanked the tattered
Speedo away, revealing the guy's gloriously suntanned buns.

Lucky whistled at the sexy sight. "Look at that! This guy sunbathes naked - he's
tanned all over."

"Uuummm!" Damon purred approvingly, feasting his eyes on Rick's naked body.
"He's beautiful."

There was no doubt of that. Rick Marinaro was stunningly beautiful. His lithe,
sinewy body was a study in muscular symmetry. His deeply tanned skin was smooth
and flawless, and a sparse growth of black hair coated his powerful-looking
legs. The cutely rounded cheeks of his ass were smooth and tan, and there were
sexy dimples in his lower back, just above each bun. The crevice of his ass was
hairless, and his furry balls could be seen mashed against the floor between his
sprawled legs.

"How about if you fuck him first?" Lucky suggested. "Kinda break him in a little
before I have at him with my twelve inches."

Rick raised his head and looked around. "If you guys do this, I'll report - "
Then he saw the knife gleaming on the floor behind Lucky and decided to keep
quiet and submit.

Damon pulled his cut-offs down over his shoes, stepped out of them and then
knelt between Rick's spread legs. The ominous silence was punctuated by the
creaking and groaning of the boat. The excited youth bent down and ran his
tongue experimentally up Rick's ass-crack. Rick flinched at the touch of Damon's
tongue.

"That's one helluva good-lookin' ass," Lucky said. "Go ahead and eat him out. I
would!"

Damon smiled at Lucky. Then he drove his tongue hard against Rick's hairless
asshole while he used his fingers to spread his ass- cheeks. After titillating
Rick's asshole for a moment with his tongue-tip, the boy fucked his tongue into
the tightness of the resisting sphincter. The ass-ring relaxed after a moment,
and Damon was able to fuck his hot wet tongue in and out of the guy's ass.

"Lord!" Rick moaned when he felt the boy's tongue lubricating his asshole with
warm saliva. "You guys don't stop at anything."

"To hell with that," Lucky snorted, reaching over and jabbing his finger into
Rick's wet asshole.

"Uuungh!" Rick grunted, tensing the muscles of his body.

"Shit! He is tight as hell," Lucky said. "This is gonna be one fantastic fuck!"
He pulled his finger from Rick's ass. "Go to it, boy Fuck the shit out of him!"

Damon moved into a push-up position above Rick's naked body. When he guided his
cock-head into the crevice of Rick's ass, the young stud moaned and clenched his
ass-cheeks in anticipation of the pain he knew would come.

"Relax, man," Damon whispered near Rick's ear "Don't make it hard on yourself."
And, while he was whispering, he could smell the sweet clean aroma of Rick's
beautiful black hair...

Damon nudged insistently against Rick's resisting asshole with the blunt tip of
his prick, finally forcing his cock-head within the tightly clasping ass-ring.
Rick sucked in a deep breath, remaining still in hopes the boy would go easy on
him.

Rick Marinaro had never had a cock fucked up his ass before, and he didn't
realize how fortunate he was that Damon was going to fuck him first with his
eight-inch cock. Had Lucky gone first, fucking his foot-long prick into that
virgin asshole, it would have been a grisly experience for the poor fellow. For
a young stud who regarded himself as straight, eight inches of cock up the butt
seemed more than adequate for an introduction to ass-fucking.

Damon slowly fucked his thick cock into Rick's tight asshole, advancing in short
increments as the resisting sphincter slipped along his cock-shaft like a taut
rubber band. Rick's ass-guts felt hot, encasing the boy's prick snugly.

"Oh God... oh no," Rick moaned pitifully as he felt Damon's cock advancing
deeper into his guts. "Damn!" He clenched his teeth and his fists in response to
the surge of pain that radiated from his shocked asshole. "No... no... no... "

But Damon pressed onward fucking more and more cock-meat into Rick's ass until
his belly came to rest against the guy's smooth ass- cheeks.

"Aw, fuck!" Rick blurted, banging his forehead on the floor as he felt Damon's
kinky crotch hair grinding against his ass. He could feel the boy's balls
dangling down between his sprawled legs, touching his own balls. "Goddamn it!"

Knowing that a prick was buried to the hilt in his ass gave Rick a hideous
feeling of degradation. It was unmanly to be lying there on the floor, getting
fucked in the ass - and besides that, it hurt.

Damon halted there, leaving his cock fucked in to the balls and giving Rick a
minute to adjust to having his tight ass stuffed full of cock- meat. Lucky
scrambled around behind them, getting down on the floor so he could see Damon's
cock enter Rick's ass.

"You're awfully good-looking," Damon whispered near Rick's ear. "Matter of fact,
you're downright gorgeous, man."

"This is one time I wish I was ugly as hell," Rick murmured. "I don't like
anything about this."

"Really?" Damon asked honestly. "God, I just love to get my ass fucked. Love
it!"

"Well, why don't you two cock-suckers fuck each other - and let me out of here?"

"Let's get some goddamned action here," Lucky said loudly, slapping Damon's
naked butt. "Fuck the bastard!"

"Your buddy's nuts," Rick whispered. "You know that?"

"No he's not. He's wonderful I love him."

"Why? Just because he's got a bug hunk of meat?"

What the hell are you two jabberin' about?" Lucky said irritably as he raised up
to look.

"Nothing important," Damon said quickly.

Then the teenager began to fuck Rick's ass, plunging his cock in and out of the
hot sheath of the young stud's ass-guts rapidly. Lucky got down between their
legs again, watching Damon's prick slither into the guy's tightly clasping
asshole. The boy's hairy balls were bouncing heavily, slapping against Rick's
smooth ass-cheeks on every downward fuck-thrust.

Rick hadn't realized it until now, but while he and Damon had been talking, his
ass had become more accustomed to being stuffed with cock- meat. The fucking
wasn't quite as had as he had expected and he soon discovered that by forcing
himself to relax he could make it easier on himself. Still, although the searing
pain was subsiding, the awful humiliation of being used this was more than he
could deal with.

"You guys aren't actually gonna cum in my but, are you?"

"Sure," Damon laughed while he went on fucking. "I mean, it'd be kinda stupid to
fuck you and not cum. Hell, that's what fucking's all about."

"Oh God," Rick groaned, feeling that getting his ass fucked full of cum would in
some way be the ultimate deflowering of his manhood. "Damn you guys!"

Chapter 3
Cum flooded Rick Marinaro's asshole a few minutes later, when Damon - excited by
the growing suspicion that he was fucking a virgin ass - blew his wad
prematurely.

"Oh, my God!" Rick gasped pathetically when he felt the boy's hot jizm spurting
deep into his ravages ass-guts. "You son of a bitch!"

Damon, naked except for his heavy work shoes, sighed and went limp atop the
young stud's body after his cock had spouted a tremendous cum-load up his ass.
The youth was breathing heavily.

"You already shot off?" Lucky asked in surprise, raising up from his
observations between their legs.

"Yeah," Damon breathed.

"Nothing came out," Lucky said, obviously disappointed that he hadn't seen any
jizm foaming out around Damon's fucking prick.

"He's too tight," Damon said, feeling Rick's clenching ass muscles squeezing his
softening cock like a vise. "Tightest goddamned ass I ever fucked, man."

"All right!" Lucky said enthusiastically, looking forward to cramming his
colossal fucker into that super-tight asshole.

Damon lay atop Rick, panting in the aftermath of his hard climax. He nuzzled his
nose into the beautiful guy's thick black hair, once again enjoying the
fragrance of his hair and tasting the smooth flesh of the back of his neck.

Lucky removed his shoes and socks and stripped out of his jeans. Not bothering
to take off his midriff T-shirt and bandana, he knelt at Rick's face, wagging
his enormous hard-on in the terrified young man's face

"You ever see a cock like this before?" Lucky asked, proudly displaying his
gigantic prick.

"Only on a horse," Rick murmured, turning his face away from the hideous sight
of Lucky's drooling twelve-inch cock.

When he turned his face, Damon kissed him on the cheek tenderly and wiggled his
ass, wallowing his flaccid cock in Rick's cum-filled asshole.

"Gimme a little suck before I fuck you," Lucky demanded, wiping pre-cum from the
huge head of his prick on Rick's chin. "Come on, man... suck it!"

Rick raised his head for a moment, glowering up at Lucky with hazel eyes filled
with hatred. "You go to hell!" Then he lowered his face, pressing his nose
against the floor to avoid the hunky stud's cock.

"I said suck it!" Lucky shouted

He grabbed Rick's hair and yanked his head up, holding his face against his
prick. More pre-cum oozed from the big cock-knob and was smeared on Rick's
closed lips.

"Never!" Rick said through clenched teeth, being careful to avoid admitting the
cock to his mouth. "I'll bite your fuckin' cock off if you put it in my mouth -
and I mean it!"

"I think he would," Damon said. "I don't think he's gay."

"Shit!" Lucky snarled, slapping Rick's face hard several times with his cock.
"This prissy fag? He's a cock-sucker, all right He just doesn't like being tied
up."

Rick was glad he hadn't been fucked in the mouth He couldn't imagine anything
worse than having that gigantic prick of Lucky's crammed into his mouth. There
was nothing he could do to stop them from fucking his ass - bound and helpless
as he was - but the threat of biting had at least averted the additional
humiliation of being forced to suck cock. These crazed fishermen might defile
his ass, but they would never stick a cock in his mouth.

"Lemme at that cute butt," Lucky said. "I want to show this closet queen what
it's like to get fucked by a real man."

Damon raised his ass, and his soft prick propped out of Rick's clasping asshole.
He patted Rick's ass affectionately before he crawled off and lay alongside him.

Lucky clambered on, wedging his immense cock-knob against Rick's asshole, which
had snapped shut after Damon's withdrawal.

Rick became tense again, realizing the worst was yet to come. He had never seen
a prick as huge as Lucky's, and he couldn't even begin to imagine how such a
thing could be crammed up his ass without doing serious damage to his guts. It
was unthinkable - but it was about to happen!

Lucky shoved hard and the big head of his prick spread Rick's taut sphincter
momentarily. Then, abruptly, the ass-ring gave as the cock-knob was sucked in.
Rick's ass-ring clamped tightly behind the flared ridge of Lucky's cock-head.

"Awww, shit!" Rick cried out, banging his forehead on the floor and despising
the bonds that held him. It felt to him as if a fist had been crammed up his
butt.

"Wheweee! Lucky exclaimed, holding his position,. "You're right, Damon. This is
one fuckin' tight asshole."

"Stop this... please," Rick begged. "You're going to really hurt me."

"You'll learn to love it," Lucky said hatefully.

Then he thrust his hips downward, fucking several inches of his mighty prick
into Rick's unwilling asshole. Rick's ass-ring slipped tautly along the thick
shaft of Lucky's cock.

"Oh, God help me," Rick murmured. "You're killing me!"

Damon was watching Rick's contorted facial expressions and realized the guy was
really suffering under the onslaught of Lucky's massive fucker. But he dared not
say anything, knowing that when Lucky was hot there was no stopping him. The
very thing Damon so loved about Lucky Donovan - his brute strength and savage
attitude toward sex - was obviously an unbearable horror for Rick Marinaro.

Lucky fucked another few inches of thick prick into Rick's ass, causing the
young stud to squirm and writhe in pain. He began to switch his head in anguish,
straining at the bonds that held him, hurting his wrists and ankles with the
violence of his efforts. But the struggling was futile - he was securely bound.

It seemed to Rick that there was no end to the long shaft of cock-meat that was
gradually fucking into his ass. The cock just kept coming as Lucky fed the
prick-meat to his ass. He was afraid Lucky's long cock would push out the front
of his belly any moment; he had fleeting visions of ending up with an
accidentally inflicted colostomy. But then he realized that, somehow, the
immense prick was inching up into his abdomen, rather than pushing out toward
his belly. Horrifying visions of a big slimy cock-knob emerging from his mouth
terrorized him for a moment.

"Ahhhh," Lucky sighed as the thick base of his cock sank into Rick's asshole.
"That's good ass."

Rick knew, when he felt Lucky's pendulous balls settle between his legs and the
blonde's wiry cock-hair scouring his smooth buns, that he had a foot of cock up
his ass. It was unbelievable, but he had survived it somehow. Twelve thick
inches of prick up his ass!

"You okay?" Damon asked, leaning down close and seeing the beads of perspiration
glistening on Rick's forehead.

"You've got to be kidding," Rick said dryly without looking up.

"I love it when Lucky fucks that horse-cock of his to me," Damon said. "Too bad
you can't get into it and enjoy the fucking."

"You people are out of your fucking minds!"

"Hey," Lucky said, "you ought to see it when Damon sucks his own cock while I
fuck him. What a turn-on!"

Rick turned his face and looked at Damon in disbelief, then shook his head and
turned away again.

Lucky began fucking slowly, drawing the immense length of his prick outward
until only the cock-knob was held tightly by Rick's taut ass-ring, then fucking
in again until his hairy groin ground against the guy's baby- smooth buns. In
and out, in and out the gigantic prick slithered as Lucky gradually increased
the tempo of his fucking.

Rick, who now understood that his violent reactions only served to excite Lucky
into rougher fucking, tried to keep from showing any response to the lurid
plundering of his ass. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, silently
submitting to the painful ass-fucking. He couldn't imagine how Damon could
actually enjoy such an ungodly experience.

"You want me to suck you off while he fucks you?" Damon asked, thinking that
Rick's silence indicated pleasure.

"Whatever turns you on," Rick said, knowing it would be useless to protest
anyway.

At the moment, Rick's cock was limp, pressed between his stomach and the gritty
floor of the cabin. Waves of pain were surging through his body, emanating from
his ravaged ass-guts. In the midst of such pain and degradation, whether or not
Damon sucked his cock was the least of his worries. It simply didn't matter.

Damon scampered around behind the two fucking studs and lay on his belly on the
floor between their sprawled legs.

Moving in close to their crotches, the aroused teenager could see Lucky's thick
cock-shaft fucking in and out, dragging the raw crimson flesh of Rick's asshole
outward with every upward movement. Due to the monstrous size of Lucky's prick,
some of the smooth tanned flesh of Rick's ass-cheeks was plunged into the
asshole with every downward fuck-thrust. Damon saw a fed dribbles of his own cum
being pumped from the abused asshole by Lucky's fucking.

Scooting closer, Damon licked tightly at Rick's balls, which were crinkly and
covered with curly black hair. His balls were flattened against the floor,
bulging from his crotch. While he laved Rick's balls with his tongue, Damon
turned on to the sight of the huge cock fucking the asshole so near his face.
Lucky's furry balls kept grazing Damon's nose while he licked the hairy sac of
Rick's nuts.

Forcing a hand beneath Rick's crotch, Damon felt the guy's soft prick pressed
between his belly and the floor. He tried to pull the prick downward, to bring
it out beneath the flattened balls where he could suck it. His efforts were
hurting Rick's balls, so he raised his hips slightly and allowed the boy to drag
his limp cock out into view.

Rick's cock was beautiful, and it was nice and big, even though it was still
soft. Damon pulled the pinkish cock-head toward his face stretching the flaccid
shaft of the cock out from beneath the flattened balls. He ovalled his lips and
took the spongy cock-head into his mouth, grasping Rick's outstretched thighs
with both hands as he began to suck his cock.

At first there was no response. Rick's prick remained soft and pliable in the
youth's sucking mouth. But then, when Damon began using the tip of his tongue to
stimulate the sensitive nerves on the underside of Rick's cock-knob, he was
pleased to feel the prick swelling between his lips. Deftly titillating the
ventral nerves of Rick's cock with his tongue-tip, Damon continued to suck his
prick while watching his grossly stretched asshole being fucked by Lucky's big
thick cock.

Rick was mortified when he realized he was getting a hard-on, that he was
actually responding positively to the bizarre activities of these sick
cock-suckers! How was it possible that he could raise a hard-on in the midst of
such pain and degradation? And yet it was an undeniable fact that his prick was
swelling to rigidity in Damon's sucking mouth while Lucky fucked his ass
violently. The ass-fucking hurt like hell, but the cock-sucking felt good, good
despite the burning pain in his butt.

"Oh no... no... no," Rick whined, wallowing his handsome face against the filthy
floor. "God, no!"

The young stud was protesting the pleasure he was feeling now, rather than the
pain in his ass. He didn't want to enjoy any of this perversion, and he suddenly
hated himself for experiencing pleasure while Damon sucked his prick. Rick knew
that, if Damon went on sucking his cock with suck marvelous expertise, he would
cum in the boy's mouth soon. And he knew the spurting of his cum-load into
Damon's mouth would be an undeniable admission of the spine- tingling pleasure
he was experiencing. But Damon's mouth felt so wonderful on his cock...

"Don't... please, no... you bastards!" Rick muttered, still wiping the floor
with his beautiful face.

And, even while he complained so bitterly, he involuntarily hiked his butt,
making it possible for Damon to suck more of his cock into his hot mouth. The
slight elevating of his hips also made it possible for a bit more of Lucky's
horse-cock to probe into the warm, squishy depths of his ass-guts. But, because
of the pleasurable sensations Damon was generating by sucking his cock, the
racking pain of Lucky's prick in his belly came to seem less severe.

"Yeah!" Lucky rasped while he fucked Rick's ass roughly. "Raise that cute ass up
for more cock, baby! That's it!"

"His cock's hard as a rock," Damon said quickly. "He's getting into it now."
Then he sucked Rick's cock back into his mouth.

"I hate it!" Rick wailed. "You guys are sick." But he kept his naked ass thrust
upward under Lucky's savage assault, and his cock was throbbing in Damon's warm
moist mouth. "Damn you both!"

"You just keep telling yourself how much you hate it," Lucky said as he pounded
the cock-meat to Rick's relaxing asshole. "But, believe me, man, the day will
come when you'll be begging for a big fat cock up your butt."

"Never," Rick moaned.

Lucky was acutely aware of the subtle change in Rick's responses. His sphincter
was becoming more relaxed, no longer tightening and resisting Lucky's
fuck-lunges. Ant the taut muscles of his neck were no longer standing out in
bold relief. The tension was draining from Rick's body and - against his will -
he began to meet Lucky's fuck-thrusts with barely perceptible upward motions of
his ass.

"Get ready to feel your guts shot full of jizz, man!" Lucky said anxiously as he
increased the tempo of his fucking. "Here it comes! Ahhhh, fuck!"

Involuntarily, Rick humped his bare ass up hard against Lucky's belly, taking
the big stud's colossal fucker deeply into his guts. He didn't want to do it,
but he couldn't seem to stop himself. It was as if his ass suddenly had a mind
of its own and was out of control. Rick's ass wanted the big cock to cum, and he
despised himself for losing control of his body that way. It was horrible.

"Oh shit, nooooo!" Rick screamed in anguish as he felt Lucky's hot jizm pumping
into his ass-guts with incredible force.

Lucky kept fucking viciously, plunging his cum-gushing cock into Rick's upthrust
ass with such violence that loud slurping and gurgling sounds were generated.
Milky cum began to emerge around the thick cock-lance that was embedded in
Rick's asshole. The surplus jizm caused the lewd slurping sounds from Rick's ass
to become louder.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" Rick chanted, unable to control his lurching ass
as it gobbled cock greedily and vomited excess cum with obscene gurgling noises.
"Fuck me... "

Rich whined and whimpered convulsively when he heard those awful words coming
from his own mouth. He writhed in self-hate, even while his uncontrollable ass
lurched luridly upward, seeking yet more cock. He knew Lucky and Damon had
awakened something dreadful in him, something that must have always lurked there
in the dark recesses of his mind, waiting for a catalyst such as this to loose
the monster within.

Cum being pumped from Rick's cock-stuffed asshole down onto his hairy balls in a
gelatinous flood. Damon, who was still sucking fervently on Rick's stiff prick,
watched with wide eyes as the white flood of jizm coated the hairy balls his
nose was pressed into.

In the next instant, Rick gasped loudly and Damon felt the muscled of his thighs
tense as an overwhelming climax began. Damon's mouth was suddenly filled with a
great gust of alkaline-tasting jizm as Rick blew his cum-load. Damon swallowed
rapidly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took the sexy stud's voluminous load of
rich, creamy cum.

Rick, in the throes of the most powerful climax of his entire life, lost all
control of himself. His tongue lolled out against the filthy floor. He undulated
his hips, simultaneously fucking himself on Lucky's giant prick and fucking his
own cock in Damon's hot, cum- filled mouth. He felt Lucky's jizm gurgling from
his asshole and draining down onto his balls, and the lewdness of it all only
excited him further. Rick's balls ached as they convulsed and pumped more and
more cum into Damon's sucking mouth. He had never shot such a huge load of cum
before in his life.

Suddenly, Rick Marinaro was glad he was tied up and helpless. The bonds that
held him seemed to represent the last vestige of decency he had left to cling to
- his only possible excuse for submitting to such things. Rick was thankful he
had been bound, because he knew now he could have done it and even enjoyed it
eventually without the bonds. But the bonds were a blessing, making the
unthinkable acceptable.

Lucky slithered the glistening shaft of his giant prick from Rick's asshole,
which gaped open obscenely now, coated with a glossy slime of fuck- juices. He
climbed off and sat beside Rick's prone body, watching his young lover suck the
last spurts of jizm from the dark young stud's cock.

When he had sucked Rick's prick dry, Damon released the cock from his mouth and
moved upward a bit, examining the guy's cum-slimed ass at close range. Then, on
impulse, Damon sank his cute face into the cummy crevice of Rick's ass, lapping
his tongue feverishly into the fluid-filled crater of his over-fucked asshole.
He sucked up a mouthful of his studly lover's jizm from Rick's ass.

"My God," Rick murmured, lying still while Damon sucked at his mushy asshole.
"Sick... sick... sick!"

Still, although he couldn't conceive of guys doing suck things, Rick had to
admit to himself that it felt good. Damon's softly probing tongue felt marvelous
in his abused asshole. After the vicious fucking Lucky had administered, a soft
warm tongue felt almost soothing against the raw, burning interior tissues of
his ass. He thought what Damon was doing was filthy - but it certainly did feel
wonderful!"

"I think that's enough," Lucky said. He was frowning at the zest with which
Damon was eating Rick's ass out.

Damon raised his head, smiling at Lucky. The boy's mouth and chin were coated
with a thick film of fuck-juice from Rick's ass.

"He sure does have a sweet ass," Damon said. "And he's a clean fuck, too. Nice!"

The horny teenager grasped Rick's buns with both hands, spreading the cheeks of
his ass, then he plunged his face back into the guy's glossy ass- crack and
began to tongue-fuck his swampy asshole again.

Chapter 4
Outside, Cotton Tyler and Shawn McGregor were waling up the gangplank. The
setting sun's last rays had turned the western sky blood-red, and Tampa Bay
looked inky-black. No exterior lights had been turned on and the Apollo looked
deserted.

"Where the hell are Damon and Lucky?" Cotton said in annoyance. "Anybody could
walk off with a half-million-dollars' worth of equipment here."

"Maybe they abandoned ship," Shawn laughed as he stepped inside a doorway and
flipped on the outside lights.

"They're probably fucking," Cotton said dryly. "That's all they ever do."

"So did we - when we were their age," Shawn reminded the captain, who was also
his lover.

Cotton was only twenty-six, and Shawn was a year younger. But they had been
lovers since they were teenagers at Tampa High School, and the fires of passion
between them had cooled over the intervening years. They still loved to fuck but
not with the same frequency and intensity with which Damon and Lucky fucked.
Like many straight couples, the two men had held together as much by financial
entanglements and responsibilities as by passion for one another's body. They
were co-owners of the Apollo and they had bought a home together in St.
Petersburg, near Tampa.

Cotton Tyler had been aptly nicknamed as a boy. He had hair so blonde it was
almost white, and his tangled curls often looked almost luminous in bright
sunlight. He had pale-amber eyes, which gave his suntanned face a slightly
mysterious look. Handsome and well-built cotton looked younger than his
twenty-six years.

As always when ashore, Cotton was wearing white slacks and a knit pullover shirt
with white deerskin shoes. He looked more like a playboy from the local country
club than the captain of a tuna boat.

Shawn McGregor looked every bit the Scotsman that he was. He had brilliant red
hair and emerald-green eyes, and a fine film of reddish hair on his forearms and
legs. Shawn's handsome face was made distinctive by his heavy brows, which
sloped downward toward the bridge of his nose, giving him a rakish,
devil-may-care appearance. Like all the hard-working men in the tuna fleet,
Shawn had an exceptionally well-developed physique.

He always wore denim seafarer pants and a denim shirt, which was invariably open
to his navel, revealing his brawny chest. Unlike most Scots, Shawn had few
freckles and his smooth skin was tanned to a ruddy hue from working outdoors.

"Let's check out the cabins below," Cotton suggested. "If those two've run off
and left this boat unattended, I'll fire their asses - buddies or not!"

"I can't believe they'd do a thing like that," Shawn said as they started down
the stairs into the hold.

"What the hell?" Cotton blurted when they entered the bunk cabin.

He and Shawn had arrived on the scene just as Lucky and Damon were dressing.
Rick Marinaro was still tied up, naked and spread- eagled on the floor. And his
ass-cheeks were gleaming with smears of cum.

"Jesus!" Shawn gasped, astounded that the two crewmen had gone to such lengths.
He had never known they were into bondage.

Rick looked up at Cotton and Shawn, his face drawn with shame and disgust. He
opened his mouth, but couldn't find words for such a situation at first. His
lips were dry and his tongue moved silently.

"Help me," he finally said weakly looking at the two new arrivals with imploring
eyes.

"What have you two hellions done now?" Cotton demanded, unable to take his eyes
off Rick's naked body. "And who is this?"

"Damned if I know," Lucky said. "He came aboard looking for a job or something,"
Damon said.

"But why is he tied up?" Shawn asked angrily.

"He didn't want to play," Lucky said matter-of-factly.

Cotton knelt down beside Rick and began untying his hands while Shawn released
his ankles.

"Who are you and what the hell's going on here?" Cotton said impatiently.

"I'm Rick Marinaro," the embarrassed young man said as he sat up, stretching his
sore arms and legs slowly. "I'm an observer for the Tuna- Porpoise Management
Branch of the National Marine Fisheries Service... Department of the Interior. I
was assigned to check out your operations at sea." He ran his fingers through
his lush black hair, shaking his head. "They told me I'd be unpopular aboard
these damned tuna boats. But, Christ, I didn't expect this kind of treatment."

"Holy shit!" Lucky blurted, realizing now what had happened.

"Saints preserve us!" Shawn muttered.

Cotton stood up, clasping his open palms over his face. "Oh, Lord... you guys
have raped an officer of the federal government! We're in big trouble. Oh,
shit!" He hit a wall with his fist, hurting himself.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell us who you were?" Damon said in exasperation,
looking hard at Rick.

"The way you were acting, I thought you knew," Rick said as he tried to cover
his nakedness with the tattered remains of his yellow jacket. "They told me
observers are about as welcome on tuna boats as an outbreak of the plague - so I
just assumed you guys were pulling my leg at first, trying to scare me off."

"This your first assignment?" Cotton asked.

"yeah," Rick said dejectedly. "They'll hire anybody with the guts to go, it's
such a lousy job. But the pay's good. And I needed the money bad. I just came
through a nasty divorce and lost everything but my fucking bicycle when the
lawyers got done with me."

Damon gave Lucky an I-told-you-so look, and Lucky shrugged his shoulders and
averted his eyes, realizing he had made a horrible mistake.

Cotton sat down cross-legged on the floor, facing Rick. "Is there anything I can
do to make things right? I don't have much cash right now, but I want to make
some kind of restitution... I can't afford to lose my fishing license." He hung
his head. "If we can't fish, I'll lose the Apollo."

Damon knelt and joined them. "This boat's his life, man!" he said imploringly to
Rick.

"Hey," Lucky said, clearing his throat nervously and crossing his brawny arms
against his chest. "I'm sorry, fella. I thought you were some kind of closet fag
or something, and you just rubbed me the wrong way."

Rick chuckled bitterly. "And I thought you guys were straight guys pretending to
be gay... till you got me down here." He looked up at Lucky. "But you're right.
I was a smart-ass."

"What can I do to straighten this mess out?" Cotton asked nervously, realizing
Rick had his future in his hands.

Rick seemed to be considering things seriously for a moment. Then he looked at
Cotton and grinned.

"Well, for starters, how about not killing any porpoises while I'm assigned to
your boat?"

"All right!" Lucky said enthusiastically, patting Rick's bare shoulder. "You're
one hell of a good sport, man! My hat's off to you."

"Is that all?" Cotton asked suspiciously.

"Yeah," Rick said. "Your man told the truth. I came aboard with a chip on my
shoulder, looking for trouble - and I found it."

There was jubilation for a few minutes when it became apparent that Rick
Marinaro wasn't going to take advantage of his position to destroy the
livelihoods of the four fishermen. Lucky went topside to fetch Rick's backpack,
so he would be able to clothe himself.

After Lucky bounded up the steps, Damon whispered near Rick's ear: "Hey, man.
You're beautiful - and I don't mean just your looks."

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Before dawn the nest morning, the Apollo left Tampa Bay and headed out into the
Gulf of Mexico. For the next two weeks, the five young men would live with the
incessant hum of the boat's big diesel engine and the pungent aroma of an
accumulating cargo of tuna. Even though the dead fish were kept in refrigerated
cargo holds, the odor of tuna pervaded the entire boat.

Since Rick had to sleep in the same bunk cabin with the crew, privacy for
fucking was practically nonexistent. Normally, the four fishermen worked hard by
day and indulged in uninhibited sexual activity by night. But with Rick among
them now, all that had to change. In view of what had happened, Cotton decided a
little decorum was in order, for Rick's benefit.

Official orders were issued: No sucking or fucking in Rick Marinaro's presence.

As the sun rose over the gulf, Cotton was at the helm, alone in the pilothouse.
Surveying the featureless expanse of blue water surrounding them from horizon to
horizon, Cotton listened to the marine radio.

The National Hurricane Center at Miami was warning of a strong tropical
disturbance approaching the Atlantic coast of Florida. Gale warnings had been
issued from Miami to Daytona Beach. But that didn't worry Cotton. It was
practically unheard of for hurricanes to cross the Florida peninsula and enter
the Gulf of Mexico. Such storms nearly always broke up and dissipated when they
encountered a landfall.

"Hey, good-looking!" Shawn said as he climbed up into the pilothouse. "Want your
cock sucked to start the day right?"

Cotton laughed. "It was pretty dull down in quarters last night, wasn't it?" He
reached down and felt his cock-bulge to signify his interest in his lover's
proposal. "Where's Rick?"

"Still sleeping - like a good little landlubber."

"You really want to fool around - here?"

"Sure," Shawn smiled, kissing Cotton quickly. "If we don't take advantage of
these precious moments, there'll be precious little fucking on this trip. Know
what I mean?"

"You're right," Cotton said. "We better get it while the gettin's good."

There was no wind and the swell was minimal, so Cotton put the boat on automatic
pilot and began stripping out of his clothes. Shawn, who was barefoot and
shirtless, didn't have much to take off. In a moment, both men were naked.

Shawn went to his knees quickly, kissing the blonde belly mane on Cotton's
stomach and grasped his hunky ass-cheeks with both hands. He licked downward
into Cotton's lush thicket of soft blonde crotch hair, nuzzling his nose there
as Cotton's cock rose insistently against his chin. The blonde down that covered
Cotton's legs and arms glistened in the morning sun, and his pubic hair sparkled
with glints of gold.

Sucking Cotton's rigid prick into his mouth, Shawn angled his neck so he could
deep-throat the prick he knew so well. Cotton gasped as he felt his cock sink
into the familiar tightness of his lover's throat. He grabbed Shawn's head and
began to fuck his face slowly, delighting in the sensation as his nine-inch cock
slithered into the warm sheath of the guy's throat.

While he fucked Shawn's mouth, Cotton saw Lucky and Damon on the deck below,
going about their business of preparing the huge nets and checking out the power
winches. He noticed that Damon still hadn't bothered to put on any underwear,
and - as usual - his cock was dangling out beneath his jean cut- offs.

"I'm gonna have to speak to Damon about those shorts," Cotton said. "That boy's
too much sometimes."

Shawn backed away, releasing Cotton's prick. "Let him be. It makes the work more
interesting."

"I know. But I don't want Rick to be offended."

Shawn licked his way up Cotton's smooth chest, stopping to nibble for a moment
at a small brown tit. Then he kissed his way up the side of the blonde's neck,
enveloping him in his arms and kissing him passionately on the mouth.

"It's still good with you, Cotton," Shawn murmured as he ran his hands over his
lover's broad back. "Even after ten years."

"Strange," Cotton remarked, "how it seems so much better now that it's
forbidden. You notice that?"

"Um-hummm," Shawn agreed, holding Cotton's solid ass-cheeks with both hands and
grinding his hard-on against his belly while he kissed him again.

Then Cotton went to his knees, dragging his tongue down Shawn's hard, flat
belly. The Scotsman's stomach was streaked by a vertical trail of reddish fur
that spread out at his crotch into a thick bush of fiery red curly hair. The
veins in his abdomen were distended and his cock was thrusting upward, begging
for attention. Sunshine glinting in his crotch hair make it look as if his prick
rose from a flaming bush.

Taking Shawn's rigid cock into his mouth, Cotton cupped his red-furred balls
with one hand and explored the hairy crevice of his ass with the other. He began
to bob his head, fucking Shawn's cock between his ovalled lips.

Shawn leaned against the wall, enjoying Cotton's mouth on his prick while the
morning sun warmed his naked body. While he luxuriated under Cotton's expert
cocksucking. Shawn watched the inevitable flock of sea gulls pursuing the Apollo
- the birds would be with them until they returned to Tampa. He saw Lucky grab
Damon's cock while they were working with a new, watched the two young lovers
cavort playfully and finally embrace and kiss briefly before returning to
tending the nets.

It was a good life they had on the Apollo, combining work with play, free of the
limiting restraints that made land-based life so dull. They all were enjoying a
deep sense of camaraderie unknown outside the microcosm of a commercial fishing
vessel. The Apollo was their life, and they shared everything - their joys,
their sorrows, their dreams and their bodies. they had all they wanted - the
sun, the sea, the Apollo and each other.

"Let's sixty-nine," Shawn suggested dreamily while he tangled his fingers in
Cotton's curly blonde hair.

Cotton released Shawn's cock and tugged at his hand. "Come on down and let's
have at it."

They lay in opposite directions on the floor of the cramped wheelhouse and began
to suck each other's cock. Each of them was thinking that sex seemed more
exciting this way, having to hide out and fuck on the sly. They had never fucked
in the pilothouse and the novelty of it made it seem naughty.

Cotton was twisting his mouth rapidly on Shawn's hard cock, holding onto his
slim hips and nudging his nose into his lover's balls as he deep-throated his
prick. Shawn had one leg propped up and Cotton could see his ass-crack beyond
his balls. The red curly hair in the crevice of his ass gleamed brightly,
contrasting with the smooth, creamy flesh of his buns.

Attracted by the sight of Shawn's ass, Cotton came off his cock and licked
across his furry balls and into his ass-crack. Shawn moaned with delight and did
the same to Cotton. The two men were curled together on the floor, lapping at
one another's ass and jacking each other's cock with wild abandon...

Outside on the bridge, Rick Marinaro had come up looking for Cotton. He was
wearing a brief red Speedo and white sneakers, his bronzed skin seeming to glow
in the morning sunshine.

Rick was about to open the pilothouse door when, through the glass window, he
saw Cotton and Shawn on the floor, licking ass like crazy. His eyes widened and
he stood frozen for a moment. Then he recoiled in disgust, backing away from the
window.

An instant later, Rick realized his cock was uncoiling and hardening within the
tight confines of his nylon swimsuit. The revulsion he had felt for a moment ago
was - whether he liked it or not - transforming into unwanted excitement.
Looking down at his expanding cock-bulge, Rick was appalled with himself.

"Morning, Rick!" Damon called from the deck below. "You're lookin' good there,
man!"

Waving silently to the youth below, Rick stood at the bridge railing uneasily.
He knew damned well he was looking good, and that he was tempting fate by
prancing around aboard the Apollo in such scanty attire. He had told himself he
was just wearing a Speedo because of the humid and oppressive heat. But the
weather, though warm, wasn't all that hot. It was Rick Marinaro who was hot.

Against his better judgment, Rick stepped back over to the wheelhouse window.
Peering in, he saw that Cotton and Shawn had gone back to sucking each other's
cock. Cotton was on his back on the floor now and Shawn was on top, straddling
his face and fucking his mouth. While he fucked Cotton's mouth, Shawn was
bobbing his head rapidly, sucking voraciously on Cotton's upthrust prick.
Shawn's naked ass looked enticing, lurching up and down as he fucked Cotton's
receptive mouth.

Rick became fascinated with the creamy white mounds of Shawn's ass, which
contrasted starkly with the ruddy suntan of the rest of his muscular body. The
fine, curly red hair that lined his ass-crevice sparkled in sunshine that
streamed in through the huge windows of the pilothouse.

Seeing that Lucky and Damon had gone aft to work on a winch, Rick brazenly
pushed the front of his Speedo down, plopping his cock and balls out into the
fresh morning air. His cock stood out at a sharp angle to his belly as he
grasped the cock-shaft and began to jerk off while he watched the two studs
inside sucking each other.

Rick had never realized he had voyeuristic inclinations, but then an opportunity
such as this had never arisen before. If he had seen anyone else doing what he
was doing, he would have thought it repugnant. But, somehow, it seemed all right
at the moment for him to beat his meat and watch a couple of guys giving each
other blow-jobs. Not only all right, but downright exciting...

Cotton was enjoying the was Shawn's bouncing balls, Cotton could see the
red-haired crevice of his cute ass. And, beyond the furry valley of Shawn's
ass... he could see just the top of Rick's head at the window! Adjusting the
angle of his neck, Cotton quickly realized Rick was standing outside jacking off
and watching them.

Rick, who was busy beating his meat and watching the way Shawn was deep-
throating Cotton's prick, failed to notice Cotton peering at him from between
Shawn's legs.

Drawing back and taking his mouth from Shawn's cock, Cotton whispered urgently:
"Shawn... don't stop till I tell you to, but we've got a visitor out on the
bridge. When I say so, get off me in a hurry. Okay?"

"Umm-hummmm," Shawn mumbled on Cotton's prick, and he kept bobbing his head,
knowing that Rick must be watching them.

"Now!" Cotton said quickly.

Abruptly, Shawn rolled to one side and Cotton leaped to his feet and flung the
door open, nearly knocking Rick over the railing in his haste. Rick was startled
out of his wits, thrown back against the railing as he was, with his red Speedo
down around his knees and his hard prick in his hand.

"What the hell is your trip, anyway?" cotton demanded, standing naked in the
pilothouse doorway. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I... I don't know," Rick admitted, pulling up his swimsuit and trying to pack
his big cock inside the tiny thing. "I'm sorry, man. I don't know what got into
me."

Rick started for the steps to the main deck, but Cotton grabbed him roughly by
the arm and yanked him inside the pilothouse. He slammed Rick against the wall,
and Shawn helped hold him still.

"I think Lucky was right on his first guess," Cotton said. "You're just a
frustrated closet cock-sucker."

"I'm not gay!" Rick insisted. "But I can't help being a little curious about the
things you guys do. I never saw anything like the kind of stuff that goes on
aboard this boat!"

The two naked seamen stood on each side of Rick, holding his arms against the
wall. His rapidly shrinking hard-on was still bulging out the crotch of his
Speedo, and a damp spot of pre-cum on the filmy nylon revealed his horniness.

"You're pretty goddamned hot for a guy who's just curious," Shawn said, supping
Rick's damp cock-bulge with his hand.

"Get your fuckin' hand off my cock!" Rick blurted excitedly, struggling against
them for a moment.

"You don't really mean that," Shawn smiled, feeling the guy's prick suddenly
swelling again under his caress. "You're hot as a pistol!"

"Awww, damn," Rick moaned in anguish, hating his cock for responding to Shawn's
tough that way. "Don't... you guys!"

The swarthy stud's handsome face was contorted by a grimace of soul- wrenching
pain when he realized his prick was betraying him. Under the warm caress of
Shawn's hand, Rick's cock stiffened and crept upward until the drooling
cock-head was projecting lewdly over the top edge of his bikini.

"You've got a nice cock," Cotton said enthusiastically. He grasped the exposed
head of Rick's cock, rubbing the slippery pre-cum over the cock-knob with his
thumb. "How come your ex-wife didn't appreciate such a nice equipment? Huh?"

"Stop it!" Rick bellowed, unexpectedly jerking loose and punching cotton in the
stomach with a clenched fist.

A brief scuffle ensued before Shawn and Cotton were able to subdue the violent
young man. they pinned him against the wall again. All three of them were
breathing hard from the exertion.

"This son of a bitch is nuts!" Shawn said, using both hands to hold Rick's arm
against the wall.

"That does it," Cotton said, glaring at Rick. His stomach was still hurting, and
he was mad. "I think the time's come for you to suck some cock and get out of
your system." He forced a wry smile. "You'll feel better afterward."

Chapter 5
"On your knees, cock-sucker!" Shawn said harshly, pushing down on Rick's broad
shoulders.

"You guys are gonna be sorry!" Rick blurted, resisting the downward pressure of
Shawn's hands.

"No more games, buddy," Cotton said, out of patience with Rick's unpredictable
nature. He assisted Shawn in pressing down on Rick's shoulders. "This is the
real thing this time - and you will suck our cocks."

"Oh, God!" Rick whined as he sank to his knees under the insistent pressure of
their strong hands on his shoulders. "I don't wanna do this."

"Yeah, you do," Cotton said. "You just don't know it yet."

"I'm beginning to understand how it was you got yourself tied up and raped
yesterday," Shawn said as he eyed Rick's sexy physique and noticed that his cock
was still nudging out over the top edge of his red Speedo. "You're one hell of a
cock-teaser, man."

The two naked seamen moved close, jacking their partially hard pricks near
Rick's face. The appalled young stud settled unwillingly onto his haunches,
closing his eyes to the sight of the two rapidly stiffening cocks being thrust
in his face. He kept his eyes closed tightly. His breathing became uneven and
nervous tremors caused his muscular body to jerk perceptibly. Beads of
perspiration glistened on his forehead, and his lower lip was quivering.

Cotton saw it as significant that Rick's hard prick was still projecting
undiminished from the waistband of his brief swimsuit. While he jacked off, he
silently indicated the guy's hard-on to Shawn, who smiled and nodded knowingly.

"Here you go, cock-sucker," Shawn said, pushing his glossy cock-head roughly
against Rick's soft lips. "Suck it."

Rick reacted violently, lurching back and twisting his neck to avoid contact
with Shawn's prick. Cowering back against the wall, he looked aghast at the two
naked men who were towering above him and wagging their cocks in his face. From
his vantage point at crotch level, Rick saw the two cocks as much larger then
they actually were. He stared with wide eyes for a few seconds, simultaneously
fascinated and horrified. Tumultuous emotional upheavals clouded his mind as he
gaped vacantly at the two drooling pricks.

"Come on, pretty-boy," Shawn snapped. He grabbed a handful of Rick's thick black
hair and forced the kneeling stud to remain still as he thrust his cock against
his closed lips. "Open up and take it!"

Rick looked up at Shawn's trim athletic body for a second. Then he closed his
eyes and allowed the redhead's cock-tip to part his lips. As the prick slithered
into his mouth, he tasted the alkaline flavor of Shawn's pre- cum. Startled,
Rick's nostrils to flare and he nervously licked the slime of pre-cum from his
lips. He suddenly felt nauseated and weak.

"Touch our bodies," Cotton said, grabbing Rick's hand and placing it against the
thick base of his cock.

"Yeah, do what you want to for a change," Shawn said, forcing Rick to grasp his
pulsing cock with his other hand. "Feel good?"

Rick involuntarily curled his fingers around each big hard cock-lance, feeling
their rigidity and warmth with trembling hands. The cocks he held did feel good
in his hands, and he hated himself for that. He looked at the two studs' naked
bodies, the one guy all blonde and tan and the other ruddy and redheaded. They
were both handsome and well-built.

The kneeling young man cringed at the hint of pleasure he felt as he grasped
their pricks in each hand. More beads of sweat broke out on his brow and he
began to shake...

The gripping feat that caused Rick to tremble and sweat now was no stranger to
him. He had fought the demon within before. And yet, like a moth attracted to a
flame, Rick was repeatedly drawn perilously close before being repelled by the
intense heat. Only this time he had gone too far, allowing himself to be sucked
into the strange world of forbidden pleasures before he could withdraw unnoticed
and unscathed.

Unable to stop himself, Rick caressed Cotton's huge prick and, with his other
hand, felt Shawn's red-furred balls. then he grasped both throbbing cocks,
curling his trembling fingers around the thick cock-shafts - even as he averted
his eyes from the sight of the pricks he held. He licked his lips nervously,
wanting to give in to his secret urges, yet absolutely terrified of this moment.

Rick felt that he should be appalled rather than fascinated. He vaguely
understood that his terror of cock-sucking sprang from a fear that he might
learn to love it... that he might discover sucking a food-looking guy's cock
wasn't as appalling as he felt it should be. He wanted it to be horrible, yet
the prospect didn't seem all that dreadful.

"Look at that," Shawn said as he and Cotton watched Rick helplessly grasping
their hard cocks. "He's gonna go for it!"

"He's scared," Cotton murmured, noticing how Rick was trembling and breathing
convulsively. "Maybe we shouldn't - "

"Suck that cock, bastard!" Shawn snapped, lurching his hips and thrusting his
wet cock-knob against Rick's lips once again.

"No!" Rick gasped, turning his face away quickly. "No fuckin' way!" He was
turning pale under the stress of the opposing forces battling within his mind.

Suddenly Rick's eyes focused on something behind the two naked male bodies
towering over him - a fire ax mounted for easy access on the instrument panel.

Panic seized him. In a complete suspension of rational thought, Rick perceived
his situation as an apocalyptic climax to a long and bitter struggle - the
ultimate moment of truth that would decide once and for all if he was
homosexual. He believed that if he was not gay, this was the time to prove it to
them - and to himself. In a seemingly frozen moment, punctuated by the hollow
pinging sound of the boat's sonar, Rick teetered at the edge of hysteria as
Shawn's slimy cock-head pressed urgently against his lips.

Rick's eyes focused again on the red handle of the fire as. There was a way out!
His pupils dilated and adrenaline surged through his distended veins as his
pulse quickened.

In an abrupt flurry of flailing arms and jabbing elbows, Rick pushed the naked
seamen aside and lunged for the ax. His and Cotton's hands reached the ax handle
simultaneously. The ax was torn from its mounting and they began to struggle.
Shawn joined Cotton in trying to wrench the lethal weapon from the
panic-stricken young man, and the as was twisted in all directions as they
fought for it. In his hysteria, Rick seemed to have incredible strength, and he
tore the ax from their hands and began swinging it wildly.

Shawn ducked quickly to avoid the ax blade as it whizzed past his head. A
split-second later, there was a tremendous crash as the heavy blade of the ax
smashed into the marine radio. Electrical sparks flew and puffs of blue smoke
emerged from the demolished console. The explosion startled Rick for a moment
and Cotton yanked the ax from his hands, throwing it onto the floor as he and
Shawn manhandled the bewildered guy into a corner.

"You crazy bastard!" Cotton yelled in Rick's face. "You busted our goddamned
radio." He shook Rick like a rag doll. "That radio was our lifeline, you stupid
fucker!"

"Never mind the damned radio," Shawn said in disgust, helping Cotton hold Rick
securely in the corner. "The son of a bitch just tried to kill me!"

"I wouldn't kill anybody," Rick muttered dazedly. "I guess I just went a little
crazy."

"You're a public menace," Shawn said, glaring at Rick. "You've gotta be nuts...
struttin' around in your little Speedo and acting like you want to be had, then
going berserk every time anybody touches you. What the hell is your problem?"

"He is dangerous," Cotton said unhappily, shaking his head. "Let's confine him
below till we have time to watch him. We've got some fishing to do today."

"I've got a better idea," Shawn said, a wicked gleam in his green eyes. "Let's
chain him up on the man deck. He's pretty, and it might be good for morale to
have him where we can see him."

"That's not a bad idea," Cotton said, grinning. "And the four of us can fuck him
- when we don't have anything better to do."

"Captain Tyler!" Rick blurted. "You can't be serious."

"Hell yeah, I'm serious," Cotton said. "There are only two things we take
seriously aboard the Apollo - fishing and fucking, in that order."

Rick Marinaro recoiled in horror at the thought of being gang-banged by the four
rowdy seamen. His horror wasn't motivated so much by the possibility of pain and
degradation as by the knowledge that he might like getting his ass fucked. The
memory of how he had responded favorably to Lucky Donovan's cock up his ass was
still fresh in his mind. He had already learned there was a thin line indeed
between degradation and elation.

"I want to go back to Tampa," Rick said bitterly.

Cotton laughed, shaking his head. "I hope you're a strong swimmer, buddy.
Tampa's about two hundred miles due east, and we're headed west."

"I'm an officer of the federal government," Rick said in desperation, clutching
for straws.

"Fuck the federal government," Cotton snapped. "And fuck you."

"And, by God, we will!" Shawn said, shoving Rick roughly toward the pilothouse
doorway.

Rick Marinaro was stripped of his provocative red Speedo and chained naked to a
cargo boom near the bow. The rusty manacles Cotton clamped around Rick's wrists
had never been used before on the Apollo, since there had never been a case of a
berserk crewman to be dealt with. Shawn padlocked the heavy chains around the
vertical shaft of the cargo boom, leaving Rick enough chain to move about
without straying too far.

"There," Shawn said, snapping the huge padlock shut and looking at Rick's
beautiful body. "Maybe you can work on that all-over suntan of yours today while
we get some fishing done." His gaze came to rest on the dark young stud's big
cock, which was dangling limply now. "And tonight... ummm-ummm!"

"This is inhuman!" Rick said, rattling his chains angrily.

"Shit," Cotton laughed, slapping Rick's bare ass. "You've got the easy part. All
you have to do today is sunbathe. We've gotta haul in a ton or so of tuna." He
pinched Rick's jaw as if he were a child "And I promise we won't kill any
porpoises, if that makes you feel any better."

"To hell with the porpoises," Rick mumbled.

Chained naked like an animal under the relentless sun, Rick paced nervously,
incessantly circling the boom mast to which he was bound. His long chains
clanked and clattered as they wound around the mast, causing him to pace in
ever-smaller circles until, at length, he had to reverse direction to unwind the
chains.

All morning, while the four seamen worked on the aft section of the boat -
hauling in nets full of tuna and packing the catch in the refrigerated hold -
Rick continued to pace, winding and unwinding the chains connecting his wrists
to the mast. He had never been so humiliated, never felt so completely naked and
vulnerable before in his life. The infernal rattling of his chains kept him
acutely aware that he had been reduced to a captive sex slave, and he knew it
was only a matter of time before the four horny seamen would find time to abuse
his body.

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The setting sun's crimson disk was flattening on the western horizon, a watery
streak of red light seemingly connecting it with the Apollo, which was rocking
lazily on a gentle swell. It had been the longest day of Rick Marinaro's life.
He sat naked on the deck, leaning against the boom mast to which he was chained,
staring hypnotically at the flattened sun as it slipped into the sea. He half
expected to hear a hissing sound, but there was only a silent flash of dull
green light, then darkness began to fall rapidly.

The four lusty sailors were in the galley having dinner, and he could hear them
laughing and talking loudly. No one had bothered Rick all day, even though he
had spent the entire day expecting to be raped at any moment. The unrelieved
tension had left the terrified young man totally exhausted, and his head began
to nod as darkness enveloped him. The monotonous droning of the Apollo's diesel
engine quickly lulled him into merciful sleep...

"Rise and shine, pretty-boy! Party time!"

Lucky Donovan's booming voice startled Rick from his slumber. He looked up and
saw the four rowdy seamen standing around him in a close circle, all naked and
guzzling from beer cans. A floodlight up on the pilothouse illuminated the deck.

"Oh, shit!" Rick murmured, rubbing his eyes and squinting at them in the
brilliant light.

"Hi," Damon said uneasily as he knelt beside Rick. "You okay?"

"I'm dying of thirst," Rick said, running his tongue across his dry lips. "The
sun dehydrated me."

"I'll get you some water," Damon said as he got up.

"Let the son of a bitch drink cum!" Lucky laughed, wagging his horse- prick near
Rick's face. "He's got an incentive now."

"Get him a drink," Shawn told Damon while he hoisted Rick's chains over a
horizontal beam of the cargo boom. "But be quick about it."

Cotton helped Shawn with the chains, and they pulled Rick's naked body into a
standing position, reeling in the chains until his arms were stretched upward in
a wide V. The rusty manacles hurt Rick's wrists, forcing him to stand on his
tiptoes for a moment until they released a bit of chain.

"You bondage freaks make me puke," Rick spat.

"Bondage freaks?" Cotton laughed. He slapped Rick's bare ass playfully. "You
better be damned glad we're not real bondage freaks, man. Hell, this is just
child's play. All we want to do if fuck you."

"Yeah," Lucky said, stepping close and cupping Rick's hairy balls with one hand
while pinching one of his brown nipples lightly. "Aren't you glad there aren't
any ball-mashers or tit-pinchers on this tub?" Then he squeezed Rick's balls
savagely and pinched his nipple hard.

"Ouch!" Rick blurted, bucking his body wildly. "You son of a bitch!"

"Knock that shit off, Lucky," Cotton said firmly. "You play by the rules I laid
down or you can go below."

He squeezed Rick's balls roughly again, rolling them together painfully in his
big hand. Rick lurched in pain, clattering his chains.

"Lucky!" Cotton snapped. "I meant what I said." He glared ominously at the big
brawny stud.

"I know, I know," Lucky said, releasing his vice-like grip on Rick's balls.
"Don't hurt pretty-boy."

"You better not hurt him," Damon said as he returned with a plastic tumbler of
water for Rick. "He's a nice guy - he's just confused."

The spunky teenager held the tumbler to Rick's parched lips, allowing him to
drink.

"Yeah?" Shawn said. "Well, that nice guy tried to separate my head from my
shoulders with an ax this morning."

"And the fuckin' radio's demolished," Lucky said, punching Rick ominously on the
shoulder. "So we're strictly on our own out here. Maybe sittin' right in the
path of that goddamned hurricane that's brewin' without even knowing about it."
He poked Rick's shoulder again, trying to get his attention. "You ever been in a
big wind, buddy?"

Rick kept gulping water from the tumbler Damon held to his lips, but he was
watching Lucky from the corners of his eyes. The hulking giant of a stud scared
the hell out of him. Despite Lucky's sensuous beauty, Rick saw him as a savage
brute.

"We don't have to worry about that storm," Cotton said as he ran his hands over
Rick's naked body with increasing interest. "I know those storm tracks and that
one's gonna veer off past Miami and head for Cuba. It won't cross over into the
gulf."

"You never know for sure," Shawn said uneasily, watching his lover inspect the
merchandise. "I think we ought to head back to Tampa and get that damned radio
fixed."

Cotton quit fondling Rick, who was still gulping water, and put an arm around
Shawn's shoulders. "Look, you know the bank's hounding us for the back-payments
on the Apollo. And the only way we can catch up the payments is to bring in a
full cargo of tuna now, while it's a seller's market." He shook his head. "We're
not going back to port till that hold is full... unless you're ready to let the
bankers have this boat and start working for those beady-eyed bastards."

"Aye-aye, Captain," Shawn said, exaggerating his normally slight Scottish
accent. "But now, with your permission, sir, I'd like to take time out from all
this grim business to fuck the ass of our adorable young prisoner."

Cotton let his hand slide down Shawn's back and squeezed his ass-cheek.
"Permission granted, matey - and I'll take sloppy seconds!"

Rick gulped hard, choking on the water Damon was pouring down his throat. He
spewed a mist of water onto the teenager's chest and belly, gasping for air.
Damon threw the tumbler aside and whacked Rick on the back a couple of times.

"Okay now?" Damon asked, his face very close to Rick's, their eyes locked
momentarily.

"Don't let them do this to me," Rick whispered imploringly, seeing in Damon's
gentle nature his only hope.

Abruptly, Rick lurched as he felt Shawn's hot moist tongue lap into the crevice
of his ass. Shawn had knelt behind him and was grasping his hips while he licked
his ass.

"Just relax and go with it, man," Damon said as he reached out and touched
Rick's handsome face softly with his fingertips. "It can be good, if you'll just
let it be good - believe me."

Grasping Rick's flaccid prick, Damon smiled. The boy knew he couldn't stop his
buddies, even if he wanted to, and he didn't really want to. The horny teenager,
enthralled by Rick Marinaro's exceptional beauty, was looking forward to another
opportunity to use and abuse this gorgeous studly body.

Chapter 6
Licking Rick's smooth suntanned ass was turning Shawn on rapidly, and his
stiffening cock rose up hugely from his red-furred crotch while he knelt behind
the chained-up young stud. He gently prepared Rick's ass for fucking by
depositing warm saliva in the crevice of his ass and then pushing the
accumulated spit into his asshole with his tongue.

Cotton had dimmed the huge floodlight on the bridge in hopes of creating a more
romantic atmosphere on the deck of the Apollo. But Rick Marinaro found it
impossible to regard his rape as a romantic affair. The subdued lighting seemed
to only make the seamen less inhibited, which compounded Rick's terror.

Damon dropped to his knees before Rick's tautly stretched body, kissing the hard
flesh of his flat belly and nuzzling his nose into the black belly mane between
his navel and his lush pubic hair. The scalloped ridges of the dark stud's
abdominal muscles stood out in bold relief as he tensed under Damon's and
Shawn's hot tongues.

Lucky tweaked one of Rick's brown nipples and licked hotly at the tuft of black
hair at his armpit. Rick's upwardly stretched arms flinched, rattling his chains
as Cotton moved to his other armpit and licked sensuously, tasting the salty
sweat there. While Lucky and Cotton lapped at Rick's hairy armpits, they ran
their hands over his naked body, feeling his taut muscles and smooth flesh w