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 get 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 or 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.