Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 09:10:19 -0700
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Smugglers Property

Smugglers Property.
By. BMAN

A few smart investments and careful planning allowed me to retire at 50. My
business partner and me bought a sport fishing boat in Florida. We had
planned to entertain the ladies and have a great time doing it. It was a 48
Flybridge, tow engines, three cabins and two heads. A beautiful boat, you
could fit five aboard with no problems at all. Even a nice big game chair
mounted on the stern. It was a great plan until my business partner got
married and I was left alone with boat.

I decided to live on the boat so I moved the boat to a marina that allowed
live a boards. It was much cheaper than an apartment and much quieter. My
next problem was, I didn't realize there was that much up keep on a boat. I
advertised for a part time hand to help with the maintenance. One afternoon
a young man came by. He was probably in his twenties, dark skin probably of
Latin decent.

"Mr. Taylor? I'm Arturo. I saw your ad for a deck hand."  "Yes. It's only
part time. Few day a week. Mostly for the engine room. I don't know
anything about engines and such. Maintenance, oils changes, filter changes,
thing like that."  "I'm very knowledgeable in engines. Here is a list of
people I have worked on their boats."

I took on board and showed him the door down to the engines. Arturo was
smaller than me so he didn't have a problem fitting in the engine room. It
was not made for taller men like me.  "This is pretty clean already. Just a
few spots here and there. I would have this so you could eat off it."  I
smiled at him.  "I don't plan on doing that."

Two slip numbers he gave me were empty. I assumed there were gone out to
sea. I checked with the marina repair shop.  "Arturo? Yeah he's a pretty
good mechanic. No problems with him. The only thing that might bother you
is that he's gay."  I laughed under my breath.  "I don't think I'm his
type. I don't see a problem in that."

I decided to hire Arturo and see how things would go. The only thing about
Arturo was the fact he liked to go around naked. At first he said the
engine room was very hot and it was better he worked in the nude. After the
first couple weeks, I got use to it. It was a little uncomfortable for me,
watching him walk around with his dick completely hard. That was most of
the time. By uncomfortable, I mean sometimes I my own dick would get
hard. I found it was better to take a walk when that happened.

Arturo came by one day with another man, I assumed his lover. He looked a
bit older that Arturo, maybe late twenties or early thirties. Neat, clean
very smart dressed.  "Mr. Taylor. This is my friend Juan. He owned a
clothing store in town."  I shook his hand and invited them aboard. Arturo
smiled.  "No thanks. We're on our way to a movie. I'll see you Thursday. We
need to talk about the barnacles on the hull."

Yes, the barnacles. The repair shop said they would have to dry dock the
boat in order to scrape the hull. Arturo said he could do it in the
water. Arturo was there bright and early Thursday morning.  "We take the
boat to a small island that has a sand bar. That way we can stand on the
bottom. It is much easier that way."

All I heard was we!  "What do you mean by we?"  "I have a friend who knows
how to do this. Even paying both him and me. I'll be much cheaper that the
dry dock. All we need is about four dive tanks. I can bring them."  There
are hundreds of tiny islands around Florida, most of them uninhabited.

Arturo knew of one several hours away. It had a perfect sandbar to dock the
boat on. We left early the next morning and reached the island around eight
in the morning. Arturo and his friend Juan stripped off their clothes and
slipped on the diving gear. The island was only about a mile across, so I
decided to explore it while the guys were working on the boat.

I seen the remains of a dozen camp sites along the beach. Circles made with
rocks, filled with burned wood ashes and empty beer cans. In all it was
pretty uneventful. I walked back to the boat to see how Arturo and Juan
were doing. They were still under the boat scraping. I decided to go below
and take a nap. I was suddenly awaken by a black man with a rifle pointed
at my head. I had no idea what the hell was going on.

"You have anything in you pockets?"  "NO! I'm not armed! Please don't
shoot!"  The black man backed, still pointing the rifle at me.  "Take off
your clothes and throw'em over here!"  I removed my shirt and shorts, which
left me standing naked. I tossed them over to the man. He waved the rifle
at me.

"Get on your knees! Put your hands behind your head!"  I quickly did as he
ordered. I was wondering where was Arturo and Juan? Had this man done
something to them? The only thing he found in my shorts was my wallet,
which he shoved into his pocket. He waved the rifle at me again.  "Get up!
Turn around!"  The next thing I knew he had cuffed my hands behind my back.

He punched me in the gut with his fist.  "Get your ass upstairs!"  I
stumbled up the stairs into the salon. I could hear some noise up on the
deck.  "What? What's going on here?"  I received another hard punch to the
gut from the black man.

"Shut your mouth!"  The black man grabbed a roll of duct tape and quickly
taped my mouth shut. He shoved me down in a chair, tying my feet to the
legs of the chair. He turned and went up on deck. I sat naked in the chair
for what seemed like a very long time. Suddenly Arturo appeared. He sat
down beside me.

"Mr. Taylor. I'll bet you're wondering what is happening? It's quite
simple. Me and my friends are smugglers. We borrow boats from time to
time. To transport our cargo. We make a few loads from here to there and
we're gone. We're just smugglers not killers. You just do what you're told
and you'll be fine. Understand?"  I nodded my head yes. Arturo placed his
hand on my thigh.  "Good. We'll be going in a few minutes."

I heard the boat start and it began to slowly move away from the tiny
island. Arturo, Juan and the black man stepped into the salon. Juan spoke
up first.  "Couple of hours we'll be at the drop."  The black man spoke.
"I been up since four this morning. I'm gonna sleep until we get there."

Juan looked over at me.  "We need to make you useful."  He untied my legs,
pilled me up from the chair and removed the cuffs from my wrists. He left
the tape over my mouth.  "Get your ass in the galley and make some coffee
and sandwiches for us!"

I moved about the galley, filling the coffee pot and turning it on. Getting
sandwich meat and bread. It was one of those embarrassing moments I had no
control over. My dick decided to swell up. I kept my back to everyone so
they couldn't see my erection. I was sure it would go away soon, but I was
not that lucky. Arturo opened the fridge.

"My, my. What's that I see?"  He wrapped his fist around my hard dick.
"Nice! All this running around naked has got you excited?"  I wanted to
shrink away. He held my balls in his hand.  "Nice pelotas!"

They both laughed. Juan smiled at me.  "Chupar polla?"  They both laughed
out loud again. Arturo pulled on my dick.  "You know what he said?"  I
shook my head no.  "If you suck cock!"

I shook my head again, no. Juan gave me a big smile.  "A virgin! I like
virgins. Is your ass a virgin too?"  I didn't know how to respond so I just
stood there. Arturo pulled my balls.  "I think you are. Just an old rich
white man who likes to order people around. Now you're smuggles
property. You know what that is?"  Again I didn't know how to respond, but
my dick was beginning to shrink away.

Juan laughed.  "Just like a white slave! Now bring me some coffee and one
of those sandwiches!"  I served Arturo and Juan their lunch and listened to
the vulgar remarks they made. Juan removed the tape from my mouth.  "Since
you belong to us. I want you to respect us. You will answer to us. Si
domar!"

I looked at Arturo.  "It means yes master."  Juan slapped my face.  "Say
it!"  I quickly replied.  "Si domar"

The forth man, who was driving the boat came into the salon.  "I smelled
coffee!"  Juan slapped may ass.  "Get some coffee for him right now!"  "Si
domar."  All three of them laughed at me.

The man asked.  "Who is this?"  "Mr. Taylor. He owns the boat."  Juan
laughed again.  "He owns the boat and we own him. That's funny."  He
slapped my ass again.  "Don't you think?"  "Si domar."

I added some coffee to Arturo's cup.  "This is Hector. He's our
navigator. He knows all these waters. Every island and channel."  Hector
took his coffee, a couple sandwiches and went back to the helm. That's when
the black man came up from the bedroom and he was completely naked. I had a
hard time taking my eyes off his huge dick. Even limp, it looked like it
was six or seven inches long.

Juan shouted at me.  "Make some more coffee!"  I was filling the pot at the
sink when the black man stepped up behind me. I felt his dick rubbing
against my ass.  "You got a nice hairy ass, white boi! Nice hairy mouth
too! Got any room in there for a big black cock!"

That was when I understood what it really means to be smuggles
property. All three of them forced me to give them oral sex. They cuffed my
hands behind my back and made me kneel in front of the sofa. The three of
them sat down on the sofa with their legs wide open and their dicks hard. I
was passed from one to the other. Juan first, Arturo next and the black man
last. His dick was the hardest in more ways than one. Very hard to get my
mouth around. I almost choked to death several times on him.

I had never tasted male sperm until that day, and I never had another mans
dick in my mouth before. I'm shameful to say, it was not as bad as I had
imagined it would be. I'm also shameful to say that during all this, my own
dick became painfully hard also. It was something I had a hard time dealing
with, no pun intended. The black man stood up and rubbed his dripping dick
all over my face.

"This white boi is damn good!"  Juan put his hand under my chin and forced
my head up.  "Is that true? You're a good cock sucker? You like cock!?  I
swallowed some left over sperm.  "Si domar."  "You learn quickly. I like
that in a white boi!"

They say one of the great things about humans is that they can learn to
adapt quickly to any situation. I quickly adapted to being owned by four
smugglers and their sexual desires. They said I gave new meaning to the
word "Cock Pit" I was made to kneel and give oral sex to whoever was
steering the boat.

As for the anal sex, there was plenty of that too. I think the most painful
was the black man and his huge dick. They would tie me to the game chair on
the stern with my ass outward. They would take turns sodomizing me and
sometimes masturbating me. That was pleasurable and so was Arturo, who
shared the bed with me. He was definitely gay as the man at the marina had
told me. Arturo liked to get me hard and suck my dick dry.

I really didn't mind being masturbated, but I was always humiliating when I
was ordered to do it in front of everyone. Listening to their whistles and
vulgar remarks while ejaculating for them. It was all part of being owned
by smugglers. A little after three weeks, we returned back to the
marina. Arturo came down to the bedroom and untied me.

"We're done here. Time to move to another boat. Never press your luck with
the Coast Guard. They see the same boat too many times. They get
suspicious."  He slid his hand up and down my dick.

"I'll see you later."

..........END