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                          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.