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!"