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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 ma.  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!"