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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.

     "I 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...

     "Rise 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.