Blow the Man Down

Published on Aug 29, 2023

Gay

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.

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...

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.

Next: Chapter 6


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