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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 got 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 of 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.