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                          BLOW THE MAN DOWN

                           by Jason Bonds

                              Chapter 7

 Cum  gurgled  from  Rick   Marinaro's  asshole  as  Cotton  Tyler's
 nine-inch  prick plundered  his liquefied  guts. The  jism that had
 just been fucked up Rick's ass by Shawn was being pumped out now by
 Cotton's  pistoning  cock.  The  rough  ass-fucking  generated lewd
 slurping  sounds,  and  stale  cum  drooled  down  Rick's thighs in
 glistening streams.

 Rick's manacles were  cutting into the tender flesh  of his wrists,
 so he  grasped the chains  and hung on  to take his  weight off his
 wrists. Lowering his head, he looked down to see what was trickling
 down the  insides of his thighs  in warm streams. He  could see the
 milky fuck-juice wetting his muscular  thighs as it was pumped from
 his ass by Cotton's energetic fucking.

 "Yuk!" Rick said, his upper lip curling in disgust for a moment.

 But, as  he watched the  gelatinous masses of  creamy jism glossing
 his  suntanned flesh,  the very  lewdness of  the sight  perversely
 excited him. The warm wetness that smeared his lower ass-cheeks and
 drenched  the insides  of his  thighs made  the handsome young stud
 feel  low-down  and  whorish,  and  he  found himself unaccountably
 thrilled by the abuse and degradation they were heaping on him.

 It was  if the four  seamen knew what  Rich needed, even  though he
 hadn't known  himself. He had become  a mere thing to  be fucked, a
 thing of  beauty to be  defiled, and he  loved it. Exalting  in the
 forbidden splendor of debasement now,  Rick looked up at the chains
 that  bound him  while Cotton  assaulted his  ass. A sardonic smile
 lifted the corners of his mouth as he realized he loved the chains,
 loved his helplessness.

 Feeling a hot hand on his  hard prick, Rick looked down quickly. He
 was surprised to find Damon on  his knees once again, about to suck
 him off.

 "Wanna get off again?" the cute  teenager asked, looking up at Rick
 while he held his cock.

 "I don't think there's any cum  left in my balls" Rick said shaking
 his head.

 Damon  cupped  Rick's  hairy  balls.  "Where  there's a hard prick,
 there's always more cum," the boy  said impishly. He kissed the tip
 of  Rick's cock,  closing his  eyes as  he titillated the piss-slit
 with the tip of his tongue. "Ummmm!"

 "What's he got that I  don't have?" Lucky demanded, standing beside
 them and watching his young lover licking the head of Rick's prick.

 "He's chained up," Damon said.

 "I thought I was gonna fuck you," Lucky said to Damon. The big hunk
 was standing  over Damon's kneeling  form, jacking his  party-sized
 cock slowly.

 Damon  looked up,  grasping Lucky's  bug prick  while he  held onto
 Rick's cock with his other hand.  "How about you fuckin' Rick while
 I back up on his cock -- after Cotton's done?"

 "Yeah!" Rick  sighed anxiously. "Do  it!" The idea  of being fucked
 while he fucked Damon sounded interesting, especially since Lucky's
 horse-prick would be fucking his cock-hungry ass.

 "Oh,  you like  that idea?"  Lucky laughed,  pinching one of Rick's
 nipples.

 Rick looked down at Lucky's  colossal hard-on and smiled, recalling
 the  incredible  sensations  that  giant  prick  had aroused in him
 before when  it had ravaged his  ass. When he looked  up, Lucky had
 moved  closer. Flickering  smiles were  exchanged, then  their lips
 came together.

 Moaning and gyrating  his ass on Cotton's prick,  Rick kissed Lucky
 passionately  while Lucky  pinched both  his tits  painfully. While
 Rick  squirmed under  the multiple  sensations of  pain and  bliss,
 Damon took his cock into his  mouth and began to suck gently. While
 he  sucked, he  reached between  Rick's wet  thighs and  felt where
 Cotton's big prick was fucking  into the cum-drooling asshole. Rick
 felt Damon  push a couple  of fingers up  inside his ass  alongside
 Cotton's plunging prick, stretching his sphincter even more.

 Thrilled  by the  added sensation  of Damon's  fingers fucking into
 Rick's  asshole along  with his   cock, Cotton  became tense  for a
 second,  grunted loudly,  then moaned  as his  climax caused him to
 shudder from head to toe. He kept fucking wildly as cum gushed from
 his cock, flooding Rick's swampy ass-guts with yet more jism.

 Damon felt the deluge of Cotton's  cum as it enveloped his embedded
 fingers, adding  more lubrication to the  soggy fuck-hole they were
 abusing. The youth  folded his thumb against the  palm of his hand,
 making a  wedge of his  hand, and crammed  all his fingers  up into
 Rick's slimy  asshole alongside Cotton's prick.  His hand glided in
 on a  slime of fresh cum  until all his fingers  were buried to the
 knuckles in Rick's ass and he was grasping Cotton's thick cock with
 his fingers within Rick's grossly expanded ass-ring.

 "Oh,  my God  Almighty!" Rick  blurted, vibrating  all over  at the
 bizarre  sensation  of  having  half  a  hand  and a nine-inch cock
 stuffed up his ass together, "Awwww, fuck!"

 While rick's tautly stretched sphincter  pulsed on Damon's hand and
 Cotton's  cock,  Lucky  was  pinching  his  tits  hard  and  biting
 painfully at  his shoulder. Rick's  cock throbbed hotly  in Damon's
 sucking  mouth while  the kneeling  boy tried  vainly to  shove his
 entire  hand  into  the   cummy  fuck-hole.  But  Rick's  ass-ring,
 stretched to the limit, resisted Damon's efforts.

 The  pain  being  delivered  by  Lucky's  intense  tit-pinching and
 Damon's hand in his ass suddenly  seemed glorious to Rick. While he
 kissed Lucky again, he arched his back and undulated his butt in an
 effort to take all of Damon's hand into his ass along with Cotton's
 cum-spouting prick.  His movements caused  his cock to  fuck in and
 out  of  Damon's  mouth,  and  he  thought  he  might blast another
 cum-load any moment.

 Sensing  Rick's nearness  to climax,  Damon drew  back, letting the
 swarthy young stud's  cock flop free of his mouth.  But he kept his
 fingers jammed in Rick's ass.

 In  a blissful  state of  ecstasy, Rick  threw his  head back.  His
 tongue dangled from  the corner of his mouth  while Lucky continued
 pinching his  stiff nipples hard.  He could feel  Cotton's cum-load
 coating the  interior of his ass-cuts,  and he felt a  new flood of
 warm jism running down his legs. Cum began to drip from his asshole
 in big milky blobs, falling directly onto the deck, as the cock and
 fingers held his distended sphincter open.

 Finally spurting  the last of his  cum-load, Cotton slumped forward
 against  Rick's  muscular  back,  breathing  hard  and shaking with
 weakness in  his knees after  his hard climax.  He pulled his  cock
 from Rick's ass, drawing out stringy  webs of glistening cum as his
 prick slithered from the guy's lax asshole.

 The instant Damon felt Cotton's prick sliding out past his embedded
 fingers,  he began  to thrust  his hand  upward into  the hot moist
 space being  vacated by the  withdrawing prick. His  whole hand was
 sucked into  Rick's cum- flooded  ass and he  felt the taut,  slimy
 ass-ring grasping his wrist.

 "Uungh!" Rick grunted  as Damon's clenched hand filled  his guts to
 capacity. He gritted his teeth and bore the beautiful pain.

 Cotton stumbled over and dropped  onto the deck beside Shawn. Lucky
 quickly released his vise-like grip on Rick's tits and moved around
 behind the chained-up stud, intending to  fuck his cock up his ass.
 It  was only  then that  he discovered  Damon was  reaching between
 Rick's legs from the front and had his entire hand inside his ass.

 "Goddamn, Damon!" Lucky said in surprise as he knelt behind Rick to
 inspect  the fist-fucking  action. "When  you break  a guy  in, you
 don't  mess  around."  He  leaned  around  Rick's  naked hip to see
 Damon's face. "And I thought you were strictly a bottom man!"

 "I  am,"  Damon  grinned  mischievously.  "But  this  guy's so into
 bottom, there's nothing to do with him but be a top man."

 Rick  was  flopping  his  head  crazily,  clattering his chains and
 thrilling to  the incredible pleasure-pain of  Damon's fist working
 slowly in his mushy ass-guts.  He didn't understand this talk about
 top men  and bottom men. All  Rick Marinaro knew was  that he loved
 being abused and pushed to the limits of his physical endurance.

 Damon  twisted his  fist roughly  in Rick's  bowels, causing him to
 grasp and arch his back.

 "You're gettin'  outa line, Damon," Lucky  said nervously. "I don't
 like  it when  my bottom  forgets his  place and  starts acting up.
 Understand?"

 Abruptly, Lucky  grasped Damon's arm  and yanked his  clenched fist
 from Rick's ass. The sudden  withdrawal of the youth's fist dragged
 Rick's raw, swollen interior membrane  outward, bringing with it an
 obscene gush of shitty cum.

 "Aaaggghhh!" Rick  cried loudly, snapping  his head violently  from
 side to side and banging his temples against his upthrust arms.

 "Turn your butt around and fuck yourself on this guy's cock," Lucky
 said to the boy in a deep guttural tone. "And that's an order!"

 It was an order the horny teenager  was more than happy to obey. He
 quickly  greased Rick's  hard, upthrust  prick with  the slime that
 coated  his  hand  and  turned  around,  backing  his  ass onto the
 lubricated cock with ease.

 The grisly pain in Rick's ravaged  ass was soothed by the new surge
 of pleasure he felt as Damon backed onto his cock. Damon's ass-ring
 slipped  quickly along  the thick  shaft of  Rick's cock  until his
 hairy balls were pressed firmly against the boy's ass-cheeks. Damon
 reached back and spread the crevices  of his cute butt, pushing his
 tautly stretched sphincter to the flared base of Rick's big prick.

 Rick  felt  his  balls  being  mashed  as  Damon pressed back hard,
 wiggling his  butt and churning  the stud's fucker  deep inside his
 ass-guts. Rick began to lurch his hips, fucking his cock in and out
 of  the  boy's  asshole.  He  suddenly  wished  his  hands  weren't
 restrained by  the manacles so  he could hang  onto Damon's slender
 hips while he fucked him.

 "That's more like  it," Lucky said, standing with  his hands on his
 hips  and observing  the fucking  of his  young lover. "That's your
 proper place and don't forget it."

 Damon bent forward, supporting himself  by placing his hands on his
 knees. The position made his ass more vulnerable to Rick's powerful
 fuck-thrusts, and  each lunge was accompanied  by the loud metallic
 rattling  of the  chains above  Rick's head.  Damon could  feel the
 stud's  furry  balls  swinging  up   onto  his  crotch  with  every
 fuck-thrust.  Rick's cock  drove deeply  into his  guts, and he was
 almost thrown  off balance each time  the big cock fucked  into his
 ass.

 "Goddamn, that's  good!" Rick said,  looking down and  watching his
 cock fucking into the sexy  youngster's cute ass. "Lemme outa these
 fuckin' chains!"

 "No way,  buddy!" Lucky said.  "Not 'til I've  had my turn  fuckin'
 that stud ass of yours, anyhow."

 Shawn and Cotton grinned as they  lay back on the deck and watched.
 They knew Rick's plea to be  freed now wasn't motivated by a desire
 to escape, but  rather by a need to participate  more freely in the
 fucking. The tone of his voice had revealed more than his words.

 Rick  looked back  over his  shoulder as  Lucky Donovan  moved into
 position  behind  him.  "Oh  yeah,  man...  fuck  my  ass with that
 super-cock of yours! Fuck me to death!"

 "It  won't be  that bad,"  Lucky laughed  as he  rubbed his immense
 cock-knob up and  down in Rick's cummy ass-crack.  "But it's be bad
 enough to be damned good!"

 Lucky  shoved the  head of  his giant  cock into Rick's well-fucked
 asshole.  There  was  virtually  no  resistance  as Rick's ass-ring
 spread  to accommodate  Lucky's cock,  which was  as thick  as some
 men's  wrists. The  slime of  cum from  Cotton's and Shawn's recent
 fucking of Rick's  ass caused Lucky's massive cock-  lance to glide
 smoothly into the butter depths of his hot ass.

 "Oh! Good... good... good fucking!" Rick  rasped as he felt the big
 stud's awesome cock filling his ass-guts. "Yeahhh!"

 Rick  began  to  lurch  his  hips,  fucking  his  cock into Damon's
 upthrust ass with  every forward lurch and impaling  his own ass on
 Lucky's  foot-long prick  with each  backward lunge.  The wonderful
 sensation of fucking  and getting fucked at the  same time sent the
 beautiful  young  man  into  spasms  of  wild  and raunchy thrills.
 Overcome with fuck-lust, he undulated  his hips rapidly between the
 two guys as he grunted and groaned in blissful oblivion.

 The beautifully ridged muscles of Rick's abdomen rippled erotically
 as he  hung from the  chains and undulated  his naked body  between
 Lucky and  Damon. The veins in  his taut stomach stood  out in bold
 relief and the taut muscles of his powerful arms and legs bulged. A
 glossy film  of sweat coated  his bronzed skin,  highlighting every
 sinew  of his  sexy physique  and plastering  the dark  hair of his
 belly mane against his stomach. His lush black hair was tousled and
 perspiration beaded his brow. The sensuous thrills Rick felt caused
 his toes to curl and his delicate lips began to quiver.

 "He's a gorgeous bastard," Shawn said, leaning back on an elbow and
 propping one knee up as he and Cotton watched.

 "Too pretty for his own good," Cotton remarked, his eyes focused on
 Rick Marinaro's handsome face.

 Rick altered the  motion of his undulating hips,  swaying from side
 to side. The sideways motion caused Lucky's gigantic prick to churn
 at extreme angles within  Rick's ass-guts, simultaneously wallowing
 his cock in Damon's hot little ass.

 "Yeah man!" Damon said  enthusiastically, enjoying the sensation of
 Rick's cock  rampaging in his guts.  "That's the way to  fuck!" The
 boy  looked   between  his  own  legs,   seeing  the  young  stud's
 black-haired balls  swinging heavily from  side to side.  The curly
 hair of Rick's balls tickled the insides of Damon's thighs.

 "You notice something weird?" Cotton said to Shawn, sitting upright
 and looking around with mild alarm.

 Shawn sat  up, looking and listening  for a moment. "Yeah"  he said
 slowly. "The  swell's building up  -- in the  middle of the  night.
 That is strange."

 They had failed  to notice the gradually increasing  rocking of the
 Apollo during  all the fun  with Rick Marinaro.  Now, the boat  was
 rolling considerably  on a heavy swell.  Ropes, pulley housings and
 other hanging  objects were swinging  alarmingly as the  bow of the
 Apollo  was alternately  lifted high  and then  dropped low  by the
 surging but smooth swells.

 "That  goddamned hurricane's  headed this  way!" cotton  blurted in
 alarm, standing up and looking at the night sky.

 "The  stars  are  still  out,"  Shawn  observed,  pointing  to  the
 twinkling array of stars in the black vault of the sky.

 "I don't  care," Cotton said apprehensively.  "You don't get swells
 like  this building  in the  middle of  the night  unless there's a
 whopper of a storm coming your way."

 "I  wish Rick  hadn't knocked  out the  damned radio,"  Shawn said,
 leaning over the railing and  watching the slow-rolling black water
 below.

 "People  in hell  wish they  had ice-water,  too," cotton  snapped.
 "Anyway,  I don't  need any  weather bureau  to tell  me when a big
 wind's brewing."  He looked around  again, sniffing the  air like a
 dog. "I should've known. It's been  too still all evening -- that's
 not natural this time of year.  This hot still air's a sure warning
 we're sitting right in the path of a tropical storm."

 "Fuckin'  good  ass!"  Lucky  said  hoarsely  as  he grasped Rick's
 slender waist and slammed the cock-meat to his roughly.

 Lucky's colossal prick  fucking in and out of  Rick's overly abused
 asshole  was causing  loud suctioning  sounds, and  his bare  loins
 slapped  noisily against  Rick's  smooth,  sweat-filled buns  as he
 fucked him.  The blonde fur of  Lucky's balls was plastered  to the
 crinkly skin of his ball sac by  a coating of the fuck-juice he was
 pumping out of Rick's cum-filled ass.

 Damon, still bending over with his  hands on his knees, was totally
 relaxed  as Rick's  cock plunged  in and  out of  his asshole.  The
 teenager was pleased to be getting  his ass fucked by suck a studly
 beauty as Rick Marinaro, and he was hoping the guy wouldn't cum too
 soon and end  the fun. He reached back and  hung onto Rick's thighs
 for balance and began to meet the swarthy young hunk's fuck-thrusts
 with opposing thrusts of his naked ass. The lout slapping of Rick's
 sweaty  belly against  Damon's buns  alternated with  the slaps  of
 Rick's ass-cheeks against Lucky's cum-drenched groin.

 "You notice something  else odd?" Cotton asked Shawn  as they stood
 together at the railing surveying the black horizon where the stars
 disappeared.

 "Yeah," Shawn said. "No boats -- no planes."

 It was an  ominous sign. The Gulf of Mexico  was a heavily traveled
 area, and it  was rare for an evening to  pass without the pinpoint
 lights  of a  few planes  crossing  the  sky or  the horizon  being
 defined by the distant lights of a few other fishing boats.

 "Everybody  but us  has cleared  out," Cotton  said dismally. "That
 means we're right in the storm track, and she isn't far away."

 "Shit," Shawn said  in disgust, hitting the railing  with his fist.
 "We should've headed back for Tampa soon as that radio got busted."
 He glanced around  at the deck of the Apollo.  "You think this baby
 can ride out a hurricane?"

 "Who knows?" Cotton said, shrugging his shoulders. "We've never put
 her  through  anything  like  that."  He  steepled  his fingers and
 touched them thoughtfully to his  chin. "The storm's between us and
 Florida now,  so I guess  we'll soon  find  out how good  a boat we
 bought."

 "Any chance  we could hightail  it to New  Orleans or Gulfport  and
 beat the hurricane ashore?"

 "No chance,"  Cotton said. "That  storm swept clear  across Florida
 from  the Atlantic,  so it's  a  real  big one."  He leaned  on the
 railing,  looking down  into the  inky water  below. "We'll have to
 ride it out and hope to hell we don't go down."

 Damon,  Lucky and  Rick were  still fucking  madly, so engrossed in
 their activities they were unaware of the conversation.

 Shawn put an  arm around his naked lover's  shoulders and they fell
 silent, considering the gravity of their situation. The omnipresent
 creaking and  groaning of the  Apollo's hull was  punctuated by the
 lewd slapping  and slurping sounds  of the double  ass-fucking that
 was still in progress on the deck.

 "Boy, you sure know how to throw cold water on a fuck party," Shawn
 said, hugging  Cotton's brawny shoulders. "I  almost wish we didn't
 know about the storm -- since there's nothing we can do about it."

 "Everybody's gonna  know by dawn anyway,"  Cotton said, slipping an
 arm around his beloved Scotsman's waist. "A hurricane's not exactly
 the sort of thing you can conceal."

 Shawn McGregor's handsome face was  married by a grim expression as
 the realization sank in that their lives were in grave danger.