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                          BLOW THE MAN DOWN

                           by Jason Bonds

                              Chapter 8

 A foot of  cock up his ass  was exactly what Rick  Marinaro needed,
 and he  no longer hated  himself for loving  it. The manacles  that
 held his  arms in an upthrust  V were digging into  his wrists, the
 pain serving as a constant reminder that he was a helpless captive.
 But he no  longer minded the chains and manacles.  He was bound for
 glory -- the glory of having his  ass fucked to mush by four studly
 seamen.

 "Oh God,  I'll never be the  same again," Rick said  hoarsely as he
 lurched between Lucky's cock and Damon's ass.

 "I sure as hell hope not,"  Lucky laughed, slapping Rick's bare hip
 hard.

 Exciting himself  by slapping Rick's  his, Lucky began  to meet the
 sexy young stud's backward lurches with rough fuck-thrusts. Fucking
 his horse-cock rapidly in Rick's swampy ass, Lucky began using both
 hands to  slap his naked buns  hard, coordinating the tempo  of his
 ass-slapping with his fuck-plunges.

 Rick enjoyed  the mild abuse,  finding Lucky's slapping  of his ass
 exciting.  Everything was  exciting for  Rick now.  Damon was still
 bent over, wallowing  his cute young ass on  rick's cock. Lucky was
 fucking his colossal prick into the depths of Rick's cummy ass-guts
 and his buns burned under the impact of Lucky's slapping palms.

 "Eeewww!" Rick  squealed in a  high voice, startling  himself. "I'm
 about to go off again!"

 "Yeahhhh!" Damon  purred, looking back over  his shoulder. "Fuck my
 butt full of your hot jizz, you big-cocked beauty!"

 "I'm close too," Lucky panted, gouging  at an upward angle into the
 hot, slimy depths of Rick's guts with his gigantic prick.

 Rick's head snapped  back and he looked up at  the chains that held
 him,  his  mouth  gaping  widely.  His  rib cage became prominently
 visible as he sucked in his stomach and the muscles of his arms and
 legs bulged. He clenched his ass-cheeks on Lucky's cock.

 Standing  still and  shuddering all  over, Rick  allowed Damon  the
 pleasure of  fucking his cute little  ass wildly on his  cock as he
 climaxed.  Rick's cum-  load burst  forth in  Damon's ass with such
 force  that  displaced  air   escaped  from  the  boy's  fluttering
 sphincter, causing  lurid sounds. The black-haired  stud felt as if
 his balls were being sucked up through his cock to be ejected along
 with his cum.

 Damon  reached between  his own  legs and  squeezed Rick's  pulsing
 balls,  milking the  good-looking hunk  for every  last drop of his
 jism.

 "Oh, man!"  Lucky gasped, wrapping  his arms around  Rick's slender
 waist and  keeping his cock  embedded in his  ass. "I can  feel you
 cummin', baby! Oh, yeah!"

 Lucky  pressed his  face into  the  back  of Rick's  dark hair  and
 thrilled  to  the  titillating  sensation  of  the  guy's  ass-guts
 massaging his  prick in undulating waves  of muscular contractions.
 The  rhythmic clenching  of Rick's  ass muscles  coincided with the
 powerful jets  of cum bursting  from his cock  and flooding Damon's
 asshole.

 "Oh, shit!"  Lucky blurted, unable to  restrain himself any longer.
 "I'm about to blow, man!"

 Suddenly  Rick  felt  the  big  blonde's  hot  cum  hosing down the
 interior of his ass. He  gyrated his suntanned buns against Lucky's
 belly,  scouring  his  smooth  ass  against  the brawny stud's wiry
 crotch hair as he clamped his  greasy ass-ring on the thick base of
 the super-cock.  Warm gushes of  cum continued to  gush into Rick's
 guts, gurgling out around Lucky's embedded prick and drenching both
 ass and belly in sticky slime.

 Damon, still pumping his ass on Rick's spent prick, was beating his
 meat furiously, standing upright and jacking off as he lay his head
 back against  Rick's chest. The youth's  furry balls bounced wildly
 as he beat off and used  his tightly clenched ass-ring to hang onto
 Rick's cock.

 Heated  up by  the long  siege of  ass-fucking, the  horny teenager
 didn't have to jack off long. His body tensed and his ass-ring held
 Rick's  cock in  a vise-like  grip. He  reached back  and felt  the
 cum-slimed  lower curvature  of one  of Rick's  firm buns. His hand
 pumped in a  blur of motion on his rock-hard  cock as he rubbed his
 thick brown hair against Rick's smooth, muscular chest.

 Rick felt Damon's  buttery ass-guts quiver and undulate  as the boy
 blasted  his cum-load.  Damon's convulsing  asshole massaged Rick's
 cock as the  stretched sphincter dilated and closed  in rhythm with
 the boy's spurts of cum.

 White comets of cum flew from the gaping piss-slit of Damon's prick
 as his fist  pumped up and down the  thickly veined cock-shaft. Cum
 quickly  coated his  cock-knob and  drooled down  the length of his
 prick,  coating  his  clasping  fingers  with  a slippery film that
 caused slushing noises as he jacked off.

 A few drops of  Damon's cum splattered onto Shawn's  bare ass while
 he  and  Cotton  stood  nearby  at  the railing, quietly discussing
 preparations for the hurricane.

 "Crazy fuckers," Shawn muttered as  he reached back to wipe Damon's
 jism  from his  butt. "We  better tell  'em the  end of the world's
 about here."

 Cotton took Shawn's hand and drew  it to his mouth, licking Damon's
 cum from  his lover's fingers  while he looked  into his eyes  with
 devilshment merriment. "No use wasting anything."

 "Let's get  serious here," Shawn  said irritably. "I  can't believe
 you're being so frivolous at a time like this."

 "We've all had  a lot of good times  together -- the four of  us --
 haven't we?" Cotton said quietly.

 "Maybe too many good times," Shawn said, "and not enough hard work.
 But it's been fun."

 Cotton looked  vacantly out toward  the black void  of darkened sea
 and sky, inhaling the salt air  deeply. "I believe that, if there's
 any real point  to life, it's to have fun."  He looked at Shawn and
 smiled remotely. "And we sure as hell did that."

 Shawn grinned. "On a fun-scale of one  to ten, I'd rate us a ten --
 for sure!"  Then his expression  became serious. "But  I'm not sure
 the amount of fun a guy's had  is any way to measure fulfillment in
 life."

 "Why the hell not?" Cotton said.  "If you don't enjoy life what the
 fuck's  all the  other  good  for? Financial  success, intellectual
 achievement, respect  from your peers,  good works... none  of it's
 worth a shit if you don't ever have any fun."

 Shawn shook his head, chuckling. "And I always thought you were the
 serious  one." He  reached out  and touched  Cotton's face lightly.
 "Here I've loved  you all these years and never  really knew you --
 'till right here at the very end."

 "Just  listen to  us!" Cotton  said, hugging  his redheaded  lover.
 "Standing around here  talking like we're about to  die." He smiled
 and kissed Shawn's lips gently.  "We'll live through this goddamned
 hurricane and laugh about it later. You'll see."

 Rick's anguished cries drew their  attention. At first they thought
 he was screaming in pain, then  they realized he was crying out for
 more fucking. Lucky  and Damon lay exhausted on  the deck, watching
 in amazement as Rick undulated his vacant ass in fucking motions.

 "Don't stop,  you bastards!" Rick  yelled, rattling his  chains and
 switching his head,  causing his black hair to  fly about. "Fuck me
 to death! Cram your fists up my ass! Use me!"

 "Talk  about  one  extreme  to  another,"  Shawn  whispered as they
 watched the sex-crazed young stud writhe and moan.

 Lucky was  lying on his back.  His colossal limp prick  draped over
 the side of his hip,  glistening with fresh fuck-juices from Rick's
 over-fucked ass. His brawny chest  heaved mightily as he gasped for
 air in the aftermath of his  climax. Nearby, Damon lay on his belly
 resting his forehead  on his folded arms. His  cute buns were shiny
 with smears of Rick's cum and he was breathing convulsively.

 "Hey!" rick shouted abrasively to  Shawn and Cotton. "Get over here
 and fuck me again, you guys. Come on. I can take it!"

 "Sorry,  man," Cotton  said. "But   there's not  a hard  prick left
 aboard."

 Rick  looked hungrily  at their  naked bodies  for a  moment. Their
 cocks were  handing limply, dead and  useless appendages. He wanted
 those cocks stiff -- and fucking up his hot ass!"

 "Lemme  outa  these  chains,"  Rick  pleaded,  his  eyes focused on
 Cotton's dangling prick. "I'll suck 'em hard again!"

 "I thought you didn't suck cock," Shawn said dryly.

 "I  do anything,"  Rick said,  licking his  lips and eyeing Shawn's
 cock now. "Anything!"

 "You probably would," Lucky commented,  raising his head and seeing
 the  snail trails  of drying   cum that  glimmered on  Rick's legs.
 "You're one wild son of a bitch."

 "Give  me  more  cock!"   Rick  screeched  hysterically,  startling
 everyone with his demented facial expressions. "Fuck me!"

 "Man, you're  pathetic," Cotton said impatiently  as he walked over
 and  stood before  Rick. "First  you scream  your head  off because
 you're gettin' it,  then you raise hell because  you're not gettin'
 it. You're a tough guy to please."

 Lucky sat up  abruptly. "What the hell's all  this rockin' around?"
 He had noticed everything swinging as the Apollo rode the gradually
 building crests of a swell. "There's no wind."

 "Hurricane," Cotton said.

 "Aw,  for  shit's  sake!"  Damon  blurted,  sitting up and suddenly
 realizing the  boat was rising and  falling abnormallly. "Just what
 we need."

 "Hurricane?"  Rick  asked  dumbly,  coming  out  of  his  daze  and
 surveying  his  surroundings.  "This  isn't  a hurricane. Nothing's
 happening."

 "Exactly," Cotton said.  "Ever hear of the still  before the storm?
 Well, this is it, man."

 "Oh," Rick breathed, hanging his head in shame. "The radio. This is
 my fault."

 "Naw," Cotton  said lightly as  he unlocked the  chains and lowered
 Rick's arms.  "We're experienced seamen. We  should've known better
 than to stay out here without a radio."

 The long lengths of chain  rattled noisily over the horizontal beam
 of the boom mast as Rick's arms  came down. He flinched at the pain
 in  his joints,  slowly moving  his shoulders  to take  some of the
 stiffness away. His  knees were weak and trembling,  so he sat down
 on the  deck. When he sat  down, his abused asshole  gaped open and
 more  cum gushed  out, forming  an obscene  sticky pool beneath his
 bare all.

 "You're  a  mess,  man,"  Shawn  said  while  he  removed the rusty
 manacles  from Rick's  aching wrists.  "You'd better  go below  and
 shower and pull yourself together."

 Dazed and exhausted,  Rick sat there in the puddle  of cum that was
 still draining  from his abused asshole,  trying to comprehend what
 had  happened. News  of the  approaching hurricane  had shocked him
 back to reality.

 Running his fingers  through his black hair, Rick  looked around at
 the four naked  guys who were anxiously watching  him. He stared in
 bewilderment  at  their  greasy,  wilted  pricks.  He  could hardly
 believe  he  had  totally  wasted  four  big  strong studs with his
 insatiable  ass  and  that  --  even  while  he  was chained up and
 helpless -- he had  worn every one of them to a  frazzle. It was as
 if he had drained them of their masculinity, and he began to feel a
 perverse sense of power because of that.

 Suddenly, in  a flash of  revelation, Rick Marinaro  understood his
 true role, his rightful place in the scheme of things. He had found
 glorious  release in  submissiveness, achieved  stupendous climaxes
 while being  defiled and abused,  and found fulfillment  in serving
 the needs of  his masters. In a galvanizing  confrontation with his
 own darker side, Rick had discovered  he needed someone like him to
 abuse.

 Rick's upper  lip curled into a  wicked smile as he  became acutely
 aware that  his extraordinary good  looks and his  ability to enjoy
 abuse gave  him a kind of  subversive power -- power  to seduce and
 beguile decent men into thrilling him with indecent behavior.

 "Are you all right, Rick?"  Cotton asked, kneeling and looking into
 the young stud's glazed eyes. "Hey!" He grasped Rick's shoulder and
 shook him gently.

 "Yes,  I'm all  right," Rick  murmured. "For  the first  time in my
 life, I'm all right."

 "No hard feelings?" Shawn asked uncertainly.

 "Let's do it again!" rick  grinned, devilish merriment twinkling in
 his light-brown eyes.

 "Didn't I tell  you?" Lucky said. "He's a  natural bottom." The big
 hunk stepped over Rick's knees, dangling his huge limp prick in his
 face. "You love cock, don't you?"

 Rick  nodded, the  tip of  his nose  rubbing against  Lucky's slimy
 cock. the aroma of fuck-juice from his own ass filled his nostrils,
 disgusting him and luring him at the same time.

 "Clean up my filthy cock,  boy," Lucky demanded harshly. He grasped
 his greasy  prick and thrust  it against Rick's  closed lips. "Come
 on, suck it clean."

 Obediently, Rick opened  his pretty lips and allowed  Lucky to cram
 his  cum-slimed cock  in. He  gagged slightly  as the thick rubbery
 prick slithered into his mouth. He  could taste the acrid flavor of
 fuck-juices  from his  own ass  mingled with  the alkaline cum that
 coated Lucky's cock.  The base of the cock  smelled like shit. Rick
 gagged again, but kept the bog hunk of cock-meat in his mouth.

 "Yuk!" Damon said, exaggerating his disgust because he was a little
 jealous.  He realized  he was  no match  for Rick  when it  came to
 submissiveness.

 Rick, who had  never done any cock-sucking before  in his life, was
 sucking  his first  cock  under  the worst  possible circumstances.
 Lucky  Donovan's horse-  prick, which  had just  been fucking  into
 Rick's liquefied  ass-guts, was being  crammed into his  mouth now,
 still glossy with a nauseating slime of mixed cum and shit.

 "Go on, man," Lucky said impatiently.  "Do what you want to do." He
 placed  his hand  against the  back of  Rick's head, gently forcing
 him.

 With eyes turned upward so he could see Lucky's handsome face, Rick
 began to suck on the putrid  slab of cock-meat. The cock was limber
 and spongy in  his mouth, and it seemed to  conform to the shape of
 the interior  of his mouth as  it squished in. His  ovaled lips wee
 clamped  around the  thick base  of the  prick, and  Lucky's blonde
 pubic hair, which was wet, stuck to his face in damp clumps.

 Hesitantly, Rick  maneuvered onto his haunches  and grasped the big
 stud's naked hips for balance as  he began to bob his head, fucking
 the  unwieldy  limp  prick  in   and  out  of  his  mouth.  Lucky's
 muscle-bound torso towered  above him while he sucked,  and he kept
 looking  upward,  his  and  Lucky's  fawn-like  eyes  locked  in an
 unwavering gaze.

 "That's more  like it," Lucky  said confidently when  Rick began to
 lave and suck on his filthy  prick. "Tastes good -- like a master's
 cock should, huh?"

 "Oh, barf!" Damon said as he turned away and went to the railing.

 "Jealous?" Lucky called to his young lover.

 "I bet he  can't suck his own cock while  you fuck him!" Damon said
 quickly, immediately  regretting it. He hadn't  realized until that
 moment that he was feeling pangs of jealousy over the way Lucky was
 turning on to Rick's extreme submissiveness.

 Lucky  just  laughed  and  looked  back  down  at  the way Rick was
 devouring his prick with hungrily sucking lips. Abruptly, he pulled
 his limp cock from Rick's mouth and held it to one side.

 "Clean my balls up, too," he commanded.

 Rick flicked out  his tongue and began to lap  the drying jism from
 Lucky's hairy  balls. He licked  diligently, until ass  the cum was
 gone and  the blonde hair of  Lucky's balls was plastered  wetly to
 the crinkly pink skin of the ball-sac. And, while he licked the big
 stud's balls, Rick reached around  and spanned his hunky ass-cheeks
 and with his  fingers, thrilling to the feel  of his pliant rounded
 buns.  Continuing  to  lap  at  Lucky's  wet  balls, Rick edged his
 fingertips into the stud's hairy ass-crevice.

 "You wanna  lick some ass too,  while you're at it?"  Lucky said in
 his best baritone voice. "You an ass-licker too, boy?"

 "Um-hummm,"  Rick  murmured  as  he  rubbed  his handsome face into
 Lucky's  wet hairy  crotch and  flicked his  tongue out against the
 limber cock-shaft near his lips.

 Cotton  and Shawn  looked at  each other  and shook  their heads in
 amazement while  Lucky turned around and  bent over, presenting his
 manly  ass to  the kneeling  young man.  Lucky was  in his element,
 giving orders to an obedient  and beautiful young man, playing mild
 discipline games with a willing slave.

 When  Lucky thrust  his naked  butt in  his face,  Rick hesitated a
 moment,  looking at  the big  stud's smooth  buns, hairy ass-crack,
 massive and  muscular thighs, and  the pendulous low-hanging  balls
 that  dangled between  his legs.  Unable to  control himself,  Rick
 licked  his lips  and reached  out to  grasp Lucky's  huge legs. He
 swiped  his tongue  upward through  the guy's  furry ass-  crevice,
 tasting salty sweat. He pressed his  face into the crack of Lucky's
 ass, using  the tip of his  tongue to feel the  big stud's puckered
 asshole  amidst the  swirls of  wet hair  that surrounded it. Then,
 delicately, he probed into the tight asshole with his tongue.

 "You  like eatin'  stud ass?"  Lucky asked  as he  reached back and
 spread his big ass-cheeks.

 "Um-hummmm!" Rick murmured against Lucky's warm flesh. His nostrils
 flared as he inhaled the sweaty scent of the sexy jock's ass-crack.

 "Call  me  sir,  boy!"  Lucky  snapped  with  a  tone  of  cavalier
 insolence.

 "Yes sir!" Rick responded quickly.

 Then  he resumed  licking Lucky's  sweaty, hairy  ass-crevice. And,
 while he lapped away, he felt strangely thrilled at having been put
 in  his  place  by  the  big  man.  Rick  knew  he  needed a bit of
 discipline, and  he sensed that Lucky  Donovan was just the  guy to
 administer it.

 "Yes  sir," Rick  said again,  savoring the  words and enjoying the
 humility as  he kissed Lucky's  smooth ass cheeks  and squeezed the
 hard muscles of  his thighs. Rick Marinaro was  ready now to wallow
 in sexual servitude, and he no  longer needed chains to justify it.
 "Love your beautiful ass, sir."

 Damon, who was still standing at the railing, glanced back over his
 shoulder, glowering at Lucky. "Fuck you... sir!"