BLOW THE MAN DOWN
by Jason Bonds
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.
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.
* * * *
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...
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.