Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2008 03:17:53 -0800
From: David Andrew <daprivate12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Okavanga Part 6

	"Boy...over here!" Al indicated that he wanted Mark to come over to
his bed. "I'm going to give you the chance to take me down your throat
voluntarily, and I do mean all the way boy! Then, like it or not, I'm going
to fuck your mouth." As Mark was getting into the 69 position his cock was
rapidly swelling. Al's cock too was stiffening in anticipation. "Come down
on me and take it..." Mark opened his mouth, lowered his head and took Al's
fat cock. He forgotten just how big the head was, could he really have
taken this monster yesterday he wondered. "Take it boy! You'd better open
up and get it down your throat because you've not got long. Come on...open
up!" Mark was struggling, gagging, and he hadn't got halfway down the shaft
yet. He tried bobbing his head up and down trying to get a bit further on
each attempt. "Stop playing with it!" Al sounded angry. "Get it into your
throat! Now!" Mark , plunged down, gagged furiously then had to back off
immediately as he almost threw up. He felt Al reaching around the back of
his ass, felt the fingers on his balls. With his left hand Al circled
Mark's sac trappin way g the balls tightly in the end of the scrotum, then
with his right hand he slapped hard. Mark gasped, and at that moment Al
thrust his hips upwards. Mark's throat was wide open, for a moment the
cock-head wedged deep, then Mark reared away and let the cock slip from his
mouth.

"Down on it boy!" Al snapped. Mark lowered his head again, took the wet,
shiny penis, slid down the shaft as far as he could. Again he felt Al's
fingers trapping his balls, he knew what was coming, tried to get down
further, then his balls exploded again.

	Three, four, five times Al slapped Mark's balls. His guts were
aching with the pain that was flowing from his sac, but he wanted to please
Al, and to do that he had to take the penis all the way. Even through the
pain he realized that with each hit the cock-head was being driven steadily
deeper into his throat, when he felt Al's fingers going for them the sixth
time he could almost have cried. This time he was determined to do it,
determined not to rear away, but to force his head even further down as Al
struck. Wam! And with that Mark thrust forward. The big, fat head was
lodged all the in, his nose was buried in Al's balls!

	'Oh God yes!' Mark thought. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, but
he could feel! And what he felt wasn't the pain flowing from his testicles,
it was the fullness in his throat, Al's big, fat, glorious penis, and he'd
taken it!

	Al held still for a few seconds. "Alright boy, now I'm going to
fuck your mouth! Turn over, I want you down on the bed, this time I'm going
to be on top." They reversed positions, Al's knees were now on either side
of Marks head, his fully aroused cock poised right over Mark's mouth. "Open
up boy." Mark opened obediently. Al moved about a bit to get himself in
exactly the right position, then thrust downwards. Instantly Mark was in
trouble. He tried to move his head but Al clamped his powerful thighs shut
holding him still. Mark tilted his head backwards to gasp for air, and that
allowed the penis to thrust all the way in again. Al fucked hard and fast,
with each thrust Mark thought he'd choke, Al's balls were smothering his
nose, the only air he could get was tiny gasps between thrusts, and each
time he gasped the penis penetrated further. In the end he simply stopped
struggling, surrendered, and suddenly it was alright. He found that he
could get enough air between thrusts, he could relax his throat much
further than he'd ever imagined, he loved the feeling of Al's balls
flopping to and fro against his nose, he could hear Al's appreciative
words. He was Al's boy and he was in heaven. All too soon he realized that
Al's balls were no longer bouncing against his nose, that could only mean
one thing.

	"Boy...I'm going to come..." Al grunted as he continued to
fuck. "Want me to pull out?" Al lifted his hips get his cock out of Mark's
mouth.

	"No Sir! Please give it to me Sir!" He'd tasted his own many years
ago as a child, but he'd never tasted another man's, and he really, really
wanted Al's semen.

	"Thank you Boy!" Al said as he slammed his cock back into Mark's
now willing throat. He felt Al's fingers on his balls again, he wanted to
shout for joy.

'Do it Sir... Hurt them... Please!' he wanted to tell Al, but of course he
couldn't say a word. He lifted his hips hoping that Al would get the
message, then all hell broke loose. With his balls being twisted, squeezed
and pulled as his throat was being savaged he didn't feel Al's mouth close
around his cock. It wasn't long before Mark felt his own balls tightening
up. When Al shot his load Mark thought he might drown, so pre-occupied was
he trying to swallow, and swallow, and swallow that he didn't realize that
he too was shooting his own load into Al's mouth. They both lay still for a
while, both overcome by the intensity of what had just happened.

"Well..." said Al, "I guess that shouldn't have happened..." said Al
rolling off Mark's body to lie beside him.

Mark was still on a high. "Why? Why do you say that?" he asked.

"For the very obvious reason that we're not using any protection," Al
replied.

"You have nothing to fear from me," Mark reassured him. "I never had sex
outside of my marriage, and that lasted ten years. Shit! I've had no sex at
all for the last two years...except with my right hand," he added ruefully.

"Well you'll be glad to hear that I'm clean too. But I don't know what
happened...I'm sorry, I got carried away..." said Al.

"Please...! That was just the most incredible sex I've ever experienced, so
don't start apologizing!"

"Hit the spot did it? The spot at the back of your throat?" asked Al.

"And the two other spots...in my balls!" Mark laughed happily. He was still
on a high, and incredibly he still wanted more. He took Al's hand and moved
it down to his sac. "Please...do it...." Al fondled the testicles
gently. "No...hurt them! Please Sir!"

"Hey Boy...I am going to hurt them...tonight! You're going to take the
whip. Remember?"

"You're going to lay it right on my balls? Promise?"

"Oh yes...full frontal...right on these sweet little nuts." Al gave them a
squeeze: Mark gasped quietly. "But if there's any juice in them now I want
to keep it until I whip them... Understand?"

"Yes Sir," Mark said, then quietly he added, "They're yours
Sir. Please...do what you will Sir. I need it Sir. Oh God I need it so
badly Sir!"

	Tonight they're going to suffer, and on Friday night you're going
to take a real beating, and a real whipping too! Don't say you weren't
warned."

"Sir you don't need to warn me. They're yours, whip them, beat them. Right
now I'm so hot I don't care what you do to them. I just want you to
know..." and Mark spread his arms out to the sides, spread his legs wide,
"I surrender my mouth, my cock, my asshole, my balls... I surrender my
whole body to you Sir!"

Al rolled over on to his side, put his arm across Mark's body and pulled
him close. Mark felt the warmth of Al's body, felt Al's fat cock against
the back of his legs as Al's hand closed gently around his balls. "Hmm, I'm
enjoying this trip much more than I expected to," Al murmured. Within a
couple of minutes he was breathing rhythmically, sound asleep. Although
Mark was tired he couldn't sleep, too much going on in his head, but he
felt safe. He could not in his wildest dreams have imagined this vacation
turning out this way, nor could he imagine it being more exciting.

The slap on his butt snapped him out of his reverie. "Come on, lunch time,"
he heard Al say. For a moment he was puzzled, then it dawned on him that he
had fallen asleep. They dressed and went up on to the top deck where a cold
buffet was spread under the awning. After eating Al and Mark sat on
chatting with the twins. "Mark tells me that you're having the boys again
tonight. That you're planning to have the boys do the whipping," Al said.

"Yes, that's right...Taking it instead of dishing it out. Makes for a
change adds a bit of variety?" Hans replied.

"Sure does. Now I know it's none of my business, but what does Mawemba want
for it?" Al asked. Mark looked puzzled, but said nothing.

"Oh I said we'll give them the same rate as though we're doing the
whipping..." Soren answered. "Keeps them happy, and that means they'll be
happy to come back for more. You know what they say about spreading
happiness, and there's nothing like dollar bills to make people happy."

"You mind if we come and watch...just for a while...like last night?" Al
asked.

"Absolutely! Whip you boy too if you want to," Soren answered.

"Oh I'm going to whip his sweet little ass. But I won't string him up
yet...Friday night though for sure!"

"Okay...see you later." The twins went down to their cabin leaving Al and
Mark alone on the deck.

"What was all that about dollar bills and spreading happiness?" Mark asked.

"Let's just say the boys are being well rewarded for the extra services
they provide."

"You mean they're prostitutes."

"Well that's a pejorative term, let's just say they supplement their
wages."

"And where does Mawemba fit into all this?"

"He's their uncle, not exactly an uncle, but a relative, he looks after
their interests, and his own of course."

"What's his interest?"

"He gets a share of the boys take, so does the captain of course. I mean
without his agreement none of this could go on, would make for rather
boring evenings."

"So these boys get fucked for a few dollars, and Mawemba and the captain
take a share?"

"Yes, exactly. Mawemba sets the whole thing up, sets the rates depending on
what the customer wants to do, supplies the toys and things, then he pays
the captain and the boys."

"So how much do the boys get?"

"Well that depends on what the customer wants, there's a sort of scale of
charges. One customer would pay thirty dollars until midnight, forty for
the whole night, that's for one boy, with a guarantee of two good loads of
cum. That's just for the regular vanilla stuff, fucking and sucking.
Mawemba gets half, the boys and the captain a quarter."

"But that means Mawemba gets more than the boy!"

"Yes of course, he fixed the jobs for the boys, he sets it all up, but
that's just for vanilla sex, that's all pleasure remember. Rougher stuff
like s&m cost more. I'm guessing, but I reckon the he price last night
would have been $80. A quarter of that for a night's work is very good
money around here!"

"Jesus, twenty dollars for a whipping, that's a hard way to make money."

"Not at all, they enjoy getting their rocks slapped about a bit, you could
see it in their faces, you could see it in their cocks. Weren't they as
turned on as you were? And when they take a real beating they get even
more."

"So what's a real beating?"

"The sambok, that's for real. For that they get a dollar per stroke, with a
max of one hundred. That's all Mawemba will allow in any one week. But
that's just for taking the whipping, if any stroke breaks the skin they get
they get another hundred, and they get to keep the whole lot. Now that's
big money in these parts."

"Big deal, they take a lashing and they're allowed to keep the money, but
only if their skin gets cut. Is that what you're telling me? That must hurt
Mawemba more then it hurts the boys."

"Shall I tell you something? I worked on both of them on my last trip, and
they both said the same thing. 'The tourist who fucks us has a good time,
then goes away happy. The ones who use the sambok have a good time too, but
make us rich, so we're happy too.'" Mark couldn't immediately think of
anything to say to that. "How about you? Are you going to let me use the
sambok on your lily white buns on Friday night?" Al asked.

"Oh God no! No...please don't ask me to take that..."

"Don't ask? I thought you'd surrendered your body to me?"

"Well Sir...it's... I mean I had no idea... Just never crossed my mind, not
a sambok...," Mark stammered.

"So now it has crossed your mind...and I do want to use it on you. Are you
going to submit?" As he spoke Al's hand slipped between Mark's thighs and
found his balls. He played with the testicles hanging loose in their silken
sack, rolling them, squeezing them until they popped out from between his
fingers like over-sized melon pips. Mark was acutely conscious that at any
moment one of the staff, or the Germans, might appear on deck, but he
didn't want Al to stop. A week ago he would have been shattered if another
man had put his hand on his genitals, he would have found it both painful
and sickening. Now he was relaxed, the sensations that flowed through his
body were hot, hot, hot.

"You know there's something you're going to have to face..." Al continued
in a soothing voice. "There's no way you can unlearn what you've learned
this week. Oh, you can go back to straight sex, in fact I'm sure you will
for some time, but believe me it's going to seem pretty tame. You'll never
find a woman who can do this," the testicles popped from between Al's
fingers, "just right. You'll want more s&m. You'll think about it every
single day for the rest of your life. I am going to whip you this evening,
that'll be just a regular little whipping, but one day you'll have to take
the real thing, a bullwhip, a sambok, call it what you will. If you're
lucky you'll be talked into it. If you're not so lucky you'll be tied to
some guys bed and just have to take what's coming." Mark was silent, he
didn't move a muscle. "When that day comes I just hope you're in the hands
of an expert, someone who has been taught how to take it as well as dish it
out."

"You've taken it?" Mark asked.

"I have. When I was in the services, two years in Japan, I was trained by a
real Master. He ran a class, ten of us, every week I went to him. For the
first six months I wasn't allowed to touch a whip, it was the whip that
touched me. Every position. Not just across the ass, straight up the middle
as well. I can tell you that makes your sphincter blink, it was hell, but
we toughened up pretty quick."

"What happened after the first six months, did you get to do the whipping?"
Mark didn't know why he asked, he didn't want to know about this, he just
wasn't going to get into it.

"We didn't get to whip anyone, we whipped cushions. And, when we go more
accurate, we whipped dough."

"Dough?" asked Mark incredulously.

"Yeah, large lumps, rounded like asses, had to get all the strokes within
an inch of the centre-line of the crease. But first we would be whipped,
that would leave us kind of shook up, so of course we couldn't do it, so we
got whipped again for failing. Then, when we got good enough, we had to
whip each other. Our asses would be checked, any marks outside the inch
wide target and someone would pay dearly."

"Well... Really... I don't think I can get into that scene. I mean it's way
too much..." What he thought was, 'Could I get into that scene? Could I
really? With the two cabin boys? God, that would be so hot! How bad would
it be? Could I take it? If they took it I couldn't back out, I'd have to
take it too!'

 At the beginning of the discussion about the boys and what they got paid
Mark had not been at all happy, but now all the talk of whipping had had a
predictable effect. "Now boy it seems to me that you're not altogether
turned off by the thought of a sambok," Al said spreading the pre-cum over
his cockhead and along the shaft. Mark looked down, his cock was sticking
way out of his shorts.

"Well...maybe..." Mark shuddered.

"Yes, you could take it. Up here on the deck, under the stars, tied
together with those gorgeous black bodies... Believe me you will not regret
it. Now Boy, put that thing away until I'm ready to whip it tonight."

Yes Sir!" There was nothing else to say.