Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2013 08:38:20 -0800
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: crash of flight 681

The crash of Flight 681.

Okuru Hoshino, dressed in a prison jump suit, his hands cuffed to a chain
around his waist with his feet shackled. A heavy set guard walked behind
him, holding a large black baton in his hands. The name tag on his uniform
read "BALLARD"

He opened the large metal door and shoved Okuru inside.

"On your knees!"

The guard unlocked the shackles, then the cuffs and chain around his waist.



Okuru, 27 was already a top member in the Yakuza. He was apprehended for
human trafficking. He lured women and men with the promise of great jobs
and wealth, but instead they were sold into the sex slave trade. Officials
in Japan had known about him for some time, capturing many of his business
associates, but were always unable to capture him.



"You know the routine! STRIP!"

Okuru removed his jump suit and stood naked in front of Ballard and the
other two men in the room. While Ballard checked the jump suit for any type
of weapon, the other two guards bent Okuru over the steel table and cuffed
his arms and legs in the steel restraints. The guards slipped on their
examination gloves. One guard reached between Okuru's legs and grabbed him
by the testicles.



"You be a good little boy? Unless you want me to use these for a punching
bag!"

Okuru remained silent as the guard shoved the rectal camera into his
ass. Ballard stood in front of Okuru, rubbing the bulge in his pants.

"I'll bet you'd like to have this big cock in your mouth, wouldn't you?"

Okuru remained silent, just staring at Ballard.

"Looks like he's clean. You can take'em to the holding cell."



Ballard shoved Okuru into the cell, grabbing him by the crotch and pulling
him close.

"We're gonna have a long ride on that plane to Okinawa tomorrow. Maybe my
big thick cock and your young virgin as can get acquainted?"

Ballard tightened his grip on Okuru's testicles.

"A little work on these and you'll be begging for my cock!"



Okuru spit in Ballard's face. Ballard answered by slapping Okuru twice
across the face, and bringing his fist up between Okuru's legs. Okuru
doubled over, dropping to the floor on his knees.

"I see you need to be taught a few lessons, tough guy!"

Ballard placed his boot on Okuru's head and shoved him over.

"I'm gonna enjoy this trip to Okinawa."



It was 4:00 am in the morning when the truck pulled up at the air port. The
door opened and there stood Ballard in his dark blue prison guard
uniform. Ballard grabbed Okuru by the arms.

"Get your ass out here, boy!"

Ballard pulled Okuru into the plane and strapped him into the seat. There
were two other prisoners across from Okuru and three other guards beside
Ballard.



Within a few seconds, the plane disappeared into the night sky on its way
to Okinawa. Okuru looked over at Ballard.

"It's a three and half hour flight. Can't you take these shackles off?"

Ballard smiled at him.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I have to go to toilet."



Ballard stared at him for a moment.

"To piss or shit?"

"To piss."

Ballard unbuckled Okuru's seat belt and yanked him to his feet. He shoved
Okuru into the small compartment.

"You need to take the cuffs off so I can go."

Ballard unzipped the front of the jump suit and reached inside.



He pulled Okuru's penis out and held it in front of the toilet.

"Take your piss! I'll hold the little thing for you so you don't piss on
yourself."

Even with the humiliation, Okuru managed urinated while Ballard held his
dick. Okuru was on his way back to his seat when he heard what sounded like
a shot. Suddenly the plane dove to the right, throwing Ballard into the
seat bracket. The pilot was screaming something to the others.



The plane shifted again, throwing the unconscious Ballard back against
Okuru. He saw the keys attached to Ballard's belt clip. He yanked the keys
free, trying to unlock his cuffs. If the plane was going into the ocean,
Okuru was not going to drown with on his cuffs on. The plane shifted again,
coming upward just before the sudden impact of hitting the ocean. The sides
split and the water rushed in quickly. Okuru saw Ballard thrashing in the
water as he made his way out of the plane and to the surface.



Okuru heard the sound of waves hitting the beach. He opened his eyes and
rolled over in the sand. He stared at the surrounding for a long time,
listening for any sound of life. The only thing he heard were the sounds of
seagulls as they flew over the lush green trees. His first thought was to
find a weapon, something to protect himself against whatever wild things
lived on the island. Being a grade 5dan practitioner of Kendo, gave him an
advantage. He looked around for anything he could use as a Shinai or
Bokuto.



After several hours of combing the beach, he found a piece drift wood
almost in the shape of a Katana. With a little shaping from some sharp
rocks, Okuru would have his weapon. Okuru saw the large cone mountain in
the distant. He knew this island was volcanic and probably uninhabited. His
next big find along the beach would be some old fishing nets intertwined
with seaweed and drift wood. Okuru spent the next several hours using
pieces of coral to cut the rope nets free. He managed to retrieve nine
pieces of rope that would come in hands later on.



Okuru realized he would have to go inland in order to have a better look at
where he was. He also needed to find fresh water and food. He knew there
was water somewhere just by the growth of vegetation and flowers that was
on the island. Okuru perched himself upon a cliff, overlooking the ocean
and beach, but saw nothing. He did find some bamboo shoots which would make
excellent spears for fishing. Okuru knew could survive on raw fish. He also
found a fresh water source that emptied into a small lagoon.



Okuru spent his first night on the beach of the lagoon. He felt he would be
safe on the beach since he didn't know what kind animals might inhabited
the jungle. He slept very lightly that first night. The morning brought
sunlight from behind the lagoon. Okuru determined he was on the west side
of the island. It was then he heard the sound of something shuffling
through the jungle behind him. He quickly grabbed his self styled Bokuto
and followed the sound.



Okuru picked his path quietly, not wanting to alert anyone or anything of
his presents. He peered out into the clearing and saw his old nemesis,
Ballard!

He was bent over on his knees drinking water from the stream that led to
the lagoon. He still wore his dark blue guard uniform, but with rips and
tears in the shirt and pants. The black leather belt was still around his
waist. There were no hand cuffs in the case, but there was a pistol in his
holster.



Ballard had no idea Okuru had survived the crash. He assumed he was alone
on the island. Okuru would have to pick his time to ambush Ballard. He
stood up, glanced around and began walking in the direction of where Okuru
was hiding in the bushes. At the precise moment, Okuru rolled out of the
bushes, his Bokuto raised high. A quick strike to the groin and another to
the back of the head.



Ballard woke up with a dull ache in his genitals and a bigger pain in his
head. He was bound tightly with rope. Arms and hands folded behind his
back. Rope across his hairy upper chest. He lay in the sand completely
naked. Okuru was very proficient in the art of Kinbaku, a Japanese style of
bondage often used to restrain prisoners. Okuru could see the fear in
Ballard's eyes as he looked up at him.



Okuru smiled, admiring his rope work and his naked captive. Ballard was a
big husky man, but not lacking in muscles. They were bulging against the
ropes Okuru had knotted around him.

"What....what are you gonna do?"

Okuru roughly grabbed Ballard by the testicles and yanked!

"You are gonna keep you filthy mouth shut! Yo don't talk unless I order you
to talk!"



Ballard gave out a yelp as Okuru squeezed Ballard's testicles. Okuru
slapped Ballard twice across his bearded face.

"If you wish to talk without permission. I'll made a gag out of
bamboo. Just like the bit used in a horses mouth. Would you like that?"

Ballard shook his head, no!

Okuru sat down in the sand next to Ballard, picking up the dark blue guard
uniform.



He searched the pockets, removing everything he found. He removed the
pistol from the holster. Okuru checked it for bullets, then placed it on a
piece of driftwood next to him. He removed the black leather belt, placing
it next to the pistol. In the front pocket were two packs of waterproof
matches and a large pocket knife. Last he opened the black leather wallet,
gently removing the still damp paper money. Okuru held the identification
card.

"Let's see what this says about you."



"Full name. Anthony Ray Ballard. Hair black. Eyes Brown. Height 6'
2". Weight 207 pounds. Age 49."

Okuru slapped Ballard across the face again.

"How does it feel to be captured? Bound tight and helpless."

Ballard did not answer. Okuru grabbed hold of the ropes, pulling Ballard up
to his knees.

"You liked to see me on my knees. Now its my turn!"



Okuru slapped him across the face again.

"Its my turn to have some fun with that big fat cock of yours!"

Okuru picked up the leather belt, smiling as he looked down on Ballard.

"Your two big hairy balls are just hanging down in the open. Hanging there
unprotected. They could easily be struck with this belt."

"NO, please. Please don't, Okuru!"



Okuru sharply struck the hairy scrotum, Ballard yelped out loud, doubling
over in the sand. Watching Ballard squirm around in the sand, Okuru laughed
out loud.

"Get back on your knees! NOW!"

His testicles were aching, but Ballard managed to wrestled himself back on
his knees.

"Good! I've just started to have fun with you, Ballard!"



Okuru shoved Ballard's head forward.

"Bend over. Put your head in the sand!"

Okuru gently slid the belt across Ballard's hairy ass cheeks.

"I had a male prostitute once that looked like you. Yeah, big man. Hairy
lots of muscles. I would beat his ass then fuck him! Then thank me for
it. He called me Masuta! That means master in Japanese."



Okuru pulled the belt back, letting it hit Ballard hard across the
ass. Ballard yelped and his body jumped.

"You'll call Masuta!"

Okuru hit Ballard again with the belt. This time the slap could be heard
all the way down the beach.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Masuta!"



Okuru smiled at him.

"Get on your feet!"

Ballard stumbled to his feet. Okuru had a rope tied to a large piece of
heavy driftwood.

"Spread your legs open!"

Okuru tied the other end of the rope around Ballard's penis and
testicles. He tied it so Ballard would have to bend his knees to release
the weight of his cock and balls.



"Now I don't have to worry about you running off while I spear some fish
for dinner."

Okuru took his bamboo spear and waded into the water at the far side of the
lagoon. Ballard quickly looked around for his pistol but it was on the
driftwood. Okuru had moved it someplace. Ballard realized it would do him
no good if he couldn't get free from the ropes. Ballard tried to move, but
the weight on his testicles was not pleasant.



He bent his legs even more to rest the wood on the sand. Ballard couldn't
stop thinking about the male prostitute Okuru told him about. The rope was
holding the blood in. Ballard's looked down at his cock and it was swelling
quickly. Okuru returned somewhat aroused by the sight of Ballard half way
squatting with his cock swelled up. Okuru removed his jump suit. Standing
naked behind Ballard, he slid his fingers down the crack of Ballard's
ass. When he found the tight pucker, he jabbed his fingers in.



"How does that cavity search feel now, Ballard? Does it feel good? Do you
like it? I hope so because I'm gonna fuck you in that hole right NOW!"

Ballard gave out a loud yelp and a groan as Okuru's cock made its way deep
into his ass.

"Yes! You feel so tight and good! How does that weight feel around your
cock and balls?"

Ballard was still trying to relieve the pressure from the rope.



Okuru reached around and grabbed Ballard's hard cock. He slowly rubbed his
hand over the huge head while thrusting his cock into Ballard's ass.

"You were right. You do have a big fat cock. Does my cock up your ass feel
good to you?"

There was a long silence as Okuru continued thrusting.

"You better answer me, WHORE! Does that feel GOOD?"

Shamefully, Ballard forced his head to nod.

"Yes, Masuta."



Okuru orgasm came at that moment. He slammed his hips against Ballard's
hairy ass cheeks as he grunted and moaned loudly. Okuru stepped back,
catching his breath. He grabbed Ballard by the hair and yanked his head
back.

"You look just like a prostitute! Your pussy hole dripping my seed. You
feel it dripping down onto your balls? DO YOU?"

"Yes, Masuta!"



Okuru slapped Ballard across the face.

"A prostitute belongs on his KNEES!"

Ballard quickly dropped to his knees. At least now the pressure would be
off the rope tied to his genitals. Okuru untied the rope, his hands
stopping to feel Ballard's manhood.

"I see your cock is wet. You have been dripping haven't you?"

Ballard nodded.

"Yes, Masuta."



Okuru wrapped his fingers around Ballard's testicles.

"You know what a good prostitute can do?"

Ballard shook his head. Okuru's hand slowly stroked Ballard's swollen cock.

"He will give up his seed whenever he is told. Can you do that, Ballard?"

Ballard swallowed hard, shaking his head."



"Ohhhhhh, I bet you can. You'll give it to me right now. Unless you want me
to tie you upside down from that tree. Then we'll see just how much
whipping those big hairy balls can take!"

Ballard quickly realized his total humiliation was more arousing than
anything he ever felt before. Okuru was yanking on his cock and it was
beginning to bring him over the edge. Ballard yelped, his legs and hips
shaking with the orgasm. Okuru's hand pulled the last few drops from the
thick cock.



Okuru cooked the fish over the fire, watching Ballard kneeling in the sand
on the other side of the fire. Okuru placed the fish on a driftwood plank.

"Let's see if you can eat like a dog. No hands! Just your mouth and
tongue."

Ballard was hungry. It was first meal he had since the crash. He didn't
even mind that there were some grains of sand it the fish. Okuru stood up
and removed his jump suit again.

"Now it's time for some desert."



Okuru cock was standing up stiff, the tip was even wet.

"You're going to suck my cock and drink every drop of juice!"

Okuru slapped him across the face again.

"If you have any ideas of biting my cock off, forget it! You'll never get
out of those ropes. You'll die a slow death on this island without me. Are
you ready to suck?"

Ballard raised his head, opened his mouth and waited for Okuru's cock to
enter.



Ballard had sucked a man's cock before, but it was a long time ago between
him and his best friend. Okuru's cock slid in and out, in and out, suddenly
hot sperm filled his mouth as Okuru began to quicken his thrust. He
swallowed as quickly as he could, but some ran out from the corners of his
mouth.

Okuru laid some large leaves out on the ground.

"You'll sleep here, face down. Just in case I want to fuck you during the
night. It's easy to mount you."

Okuru laid down beside him.



For the next two weeks, Okuru never let up on Ballard, always keeping him
bound and naked. Every day, just like clock work, making Ballard service
his cock and drink his sperm. Okuru made two nipple clamps out of bamboo,
tying each end together. They would pinch down on Ballard's large hairy
nipples. Leaving them on for a long time always made Ballard erect. Just as
slapping his cock back and forth would do the same thing.



The most humiliating for Ballard were the small things Okuru forced him to
do. Degrading and humiliating because Okuru knew those were the most
arousing to Ballard.

"Spread you legs! Now, shake your hairy ass. I want to see your cheeks
wiggle and your cock dance! DO IT!"



Ballard stood and began to gyrate his hips, making his ass shake and his
genitals bounce back and forth until Okuru tired of it.

"Enough! Now do your thrusting!"

Ballard stood in one place and thrust his hips forward as if he were
fucking the air. His large testicles would swing wildly between his legs
and this was always arousing for Okuru.



Okuru stripped off his clothes and rubbed his six inch erection.

"My cock is hard! Bend over!"

"Yes, Masuta."

Okuru filled Ballard's ass with another load his seed. Okuru slapped
Ballard's face again.

"Tell me what you love."



Ballard took a deep breath.

"Yes, Masuta. I love your cock in my ass. I love your cock in my mouth. I
love to eat your sperm. I love to be masturbated by you. I love being your
prostitute."

"Excellent, my big whore! Now come over here and lick my feet again."

Ballard dropped to his knees, bent over and stuck out his tongue ready to
lick Okuru's feet.



The next day Okuru and Ballard set out in the jungle. Okuru had tied a rope
around Ballard's testicles and was using it as a leash. Okuru yanked the
leash.

"Com'on! Keep moving."

They came to a clearing with a small hill to the north. Okuru had a perfect
view of the other beaches. His eyes concentrated, looking for any movement
at all.

"I don't see anything. Perhaps we are the only ones that survived the
crash."



Okuru turned back to Ballard, the rope tight around his testicles and his
cock big and hard. Okuru released the knot around rope, massaging the two
big testicles with his hand. The cool breeze from the ocean made Ballard's
nipples stand out from his hairy chest. Okuru flicked them with his
fingers.

"Are you ready to give me your seed?"

"Yes, Masuta."



Okuru forced Ballard to his knees, slowly edged him on and rubbing the
thick head with his palm. Then the unexpected happened. Okuru grabbed
Ballard by the hair and pulled his head back. Okuru bent over and kissed
him on the mouth. He held him there, his tongue sliding into Ballard's
mouth. He felt Ballard's cock twitch as he kissed him full on. His favorite
thing was slapping Ballard's stiff hairy cock and watching it dance. He
slapped it back and forth and up and down.



A few seconds later, Ballard's cock began to erupt. As Okuru slapped it,
the semen squirted everywhere from the bouncing cock. As it began to
shrink, Okuru grabbed it and continued to milk him to the end.

"My cock is now hard for your ass! Bend over."

Ballard grunted as Okuru shoved his cock into him. Okuru always enjoyed
pinching Ballard's nipples while he fucked him.



There was a large tree with a low hanging branch just a few yards up from
the beach. Each day, Okuru tied Ballard's hands and arms above his head to
that branch. He enjoyed watching Ballard balance himself on his tip
toes. Every day Okuru would whip Ballard's ass before fucking him and then
ejaculating him. Okuru would plant a long hard kiss on Ballard's lips, and
grab his hard cock with his fist. Aggressively, Okuru would yank on the
stiff cock.

"You fucking prostitute! Empty your fucking BALLS!"



By the forth week of captivity, Ballard had fallen into a totally
submissive state. Okuru had beaten him down with pain and sexual
desire. Humiliating him and forcing him to preform sexually. Ballard
excepted his role as "Prostitute" to Okuru. Ballard knelt on the beach in
front of Okuru, his cock fully erect and his mouth open.

"Please, Masuta! May I suck your beautiful cock?"



END