BLOW THE MAN DOWN

                           by Jason Bonds

                              Chapter 2

 After Damon and Lucky had showered, they put on their work clothes,
 which -- aboard the Apollo -- were interestingly casual.

 Damon slipped  into a tattered,  abbreviated pair of  jean cut-offs
 and put on heavy construction shoes and thick athletic socks, which
 he rolled down. His hair balls and  the head of his cock dangled in
 plain view  beneath the frayed edges  of his shorts. With  his hair
 swept down  on his forehead,  Damon looked like  a sexy version  of
 Lil' Abner.

 Lucky --  always the macho  man --  put  on a pair  of tight, faded
 jeans,  heavy  work  boots  and  a  sleeveless midriff T-shirt. The
 pale-blue  shirt exposed  his muscular  arms and  a flat  belly and
 accentuated  his golden  tan. He  tied a  blue bandanna  around his
 head, leaving  the loose ends  of the knot  trailing down onto  his
 shoulder.  The bandanna,  combined with  the wild  look in  his big
 brown eyes, made the handsome blonde look vaguely savage.

 They started  up the steep  stairway to the  deck above, but  Damon
 grabbed Lucky  halfway up, wrapping  his arms around  the surprised
 fellow.

 "You  gorgeous brute!"  the boy  smiled, pecking  his lover  on the
 lips.  "Damn, it's  good to   have you  back." Then  his expression
 became  more serious.  "Did the   probation board  give you  a hard
 time?"

 "Naw,"  Lucky said,  running his  hand up  under Damon's shorts and
 squeezing a bare bun. "Just the  same old red tape. No hassle, long
 as I  keep a job  and stay clear  of the drug  traffic." He poked a
 finger into the youth's well-fucked asshole.

 "Ewww!"  Damon squealed,  practically climbing  Lucky Donovan's big
 frame. "Don't get me excited again. We've got work to do."

 "You really  did miss me,  didn't you?" Lucky  smiled, glowing with
 the self-confidence that came from knowing he was needed.

 "What do you  think?" the boy said as  he sank to his knees  on the
 stairway  and began  kissing Lucky's  bare stomach.  He clamped his
 arms around his brawny lover's waist, pressing his face against his
 belly. "You know I worship you."

 "That's why they call me Lucky," the blonde said as he pulled Damon
 to his feet again. "I always get  what I want." Then he swatted the
 kid's ass playfully. "Let's get to work."

 They squinted at the late afternoon sunshine as they emerged on the
 deck of the  Apollo. The bog trawler was  moored, along with dozens
 of other tuna boats, at Tampa's commercial fishing docks. Tampa Bay
 sparkled in  the late sun,  which was casting  a golden hue  on the
 fleet of white boats.

 "We better finish getting the larder stocked," Damon said, standing
 with  his hands  on his  hips and  surveying the  tranquil scene of
 gently rocking boats  and gliding sea gulls. "Cotton  wants to cast
 off at daybreak tomorrow and we're low on a few things."

 "I'll  go get  the hand-truck,"  Lucky said  as he  headed for  the
 gangplank.  He stopped  abruptly at  the portside  railing, looking
 down at the dock below. "Jesus Christ! Come get a load of this."

 Damon sauntered over to the  railing, expecting to see some tourist
 exhibiting a big  fish. His jaw dropped when he  saw the guy below.
 "Man! That's one bitchin' stud!"

 "Awesome," Lucky said dreamily as he leaned on the railing and kept
 looking.

 Their  attention was  riveted on  a young  man on  the dock who was
 leaning on a  ten-speed bicycle. The bike was at  an angle, and the
 guy was leaning back against it with his feet planted widely apart.

 He was scantily  clad in a yellow Speedo  swimsuit that left little
 to the imagination  and a lightweight yellow nylon  jacket that was
 open down  the front. A  yellow sun visor  concealed his face  from
 their view,  but they could see  that he had coal-black  hair and a
 fantastic body.  His darkly suntanned skin  contrasted sharply with
 the pale yellow  outfit he wore, and the low  angle of the sun made
 him look like a bronzed statue.

 "Must be a tourist," Damon remarked, noticing the backpack strapped
 to the rear of the guy's bike.

 "Or maybe a sun god," Lucky said,  unable to take his eyes from the
 prominent cock-bulge in the guy's nylon bikini.

 "Naw," Damon  chuckled. "He's got  Ft. Lauderdale written  all over
 him. Definitely a tourist."

 Suddenly,  the guy  glanced up  and spotted  them. His  face was as
 beautiful as  the rest of  him, and both  fishermen swooned at  his
 striking good looks.

 "Maybe you're right," Damon whispered. "It's a god."

 "I'm looking for Captain Cotton Tyler," the guy shouted up at them.
 "That either one of you?"

 Lucky jabbed Damon  in the ribs with an  elbow. "Shit! We should've
 guessed. Cotton's got something new going."

 "What?" the guy yelled from below.

 "Naw, man,"  Lucky shouted back.  "The captain's not  here now." He
 leaned out,  sucking in his  belly and flexing  his biceps, smiling
 seductively down at the guy on the dock. "You sure I won't do?"

 "Lucky!" Damon sputtered, putting his hands on his hips and looking
 shocked.

 "I  have to  see Captain   Tyler," the  guy below  shouted, looking
 slightly puzzled at Lucky's behavior.

 "C'mon aboard!" Lucky hollered.

 The fellow nodded and began wheeling his bike up the gangplank.

 Lucky grinned at Damon "I don't  know what Cotton's got going here,
 but if that guy's not gay I'll wrestle a shark barehanded."

 "Hi!" Lucky said warmly as the guy came aboard. He extended a hand.
 "I'm  Lucky Donovan..  and this  here's my  sweet little boyfriend,
 Damon West. What can we do for you?"

 "Rick Marinaro,"  the suntanned stud said,  glancing uncertainly at
 each of them. "I have business  with Captain Tyler. Will he be here
 before long?" He sounded stern and business-like.

 "He better be along before long," Damon said. "We're casting off at
 daybreak."

 Lucky was standing  close to the visitor with  his thumbs hooked in
 the pockets of his Levi's, unabashedly looking him up and down.

 "What kinda business  you got with Cotton?" Lucky  asked, doing his
 best  to  look  tough  and  butch.  "You  sure  don't look like any
 businessman."

 "I have business  with the captain," Rick insisted.  "And I'm sorry
 if you don't like my looks."

 "Oh, we  love your looks, man!"  Lucky said. "Don't you  think he's
 pretty, Damon?"

 "No complaints here," Damon  grinned, finding himself growing horny
 at the  sight of Rick Marinaro's  beautiful body. The boy  began to
 fondle his welling cock, which was hanging out below his cut-offs.

 Rick saw  Damon playing with his  prick. He glanced back  to Lucky,
 and saw the  wild look in his huge brown  eyes. Backing away slowly
 with his bicycle, he revealed his fear.

 "You guys already know what I'm here for, don't you?"

 "Yeah," Lucky said confidently. "I'd say it's pretty obvious."

 He  moved  forward,  stepping  close  to  Rick  again.  In the next
 instant, he  reached out and grabbed  a handful of the  sexy stud's
 cock-bulge, feeling  the long prick  that was curled  snugly within
 the thin nylon crotch of his Speedo.

 "Hey,  man!"  Rich  shouted  hoarsely,  knocking  Lucky's hand away
 quickly. "Knock that shit off! What  the hell's the matter with you
 guys?"

 "Whatdya  mean  --  what's  the  matter  with  us?"  Lucky  said in
 annoyance. "Look  at yourself, man.  Prissin' your cute  ass around
 here in that sexy get-up, showing  off your bog old cock like that.
 You  ought to  keep our  goddamned  clothes  on if  you don't  want
 anybody touching you -- you crazy fucker."

 "Easy,  Lucky," Damon  said quietly,  knowing the  bug stud  wasn't
 accustomed to rejection. "Let's be cool now."

 Rich Marinaro moved  back a few steps again.  His handsome face was
 drawn with tension.

 "Look," he  said, "I don't give  a shit what you  fags do with each
 other... but don't try any of that crap with me. Okay?"

 "Fags!" Lucky  blurted loudly as his  fists clenched automatically.
 "Why, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna--"

 "No!" Damon  yelled, grabbing Lucky's  raised fist before  he could
 hit Rick.  The boy looked hard  at Rick. "Just get  off the fuckin'
 boat, man. You're not welcome her. Go on!"

 "I'm not going anywhere till I see Cotton Tyler," Rick said firmly.
 "And you two  goons better leave me alone, if  you know what's good
 for you. Now,  when do you expect the captain?  I want some answers
 here!"

 Lucky and Damon looked at each  other in bewilderment for a moment,
 then both of them began to grin mischievously.

 "This guy's really asking for it," Lucky said.

 "Yeah, he is," Damon agreed.

 "Okay, buddy,"  Lucky said to Rick.  "So what if Cotton  is aboard?
 You think he wants to see you?"

 "That's what I figured," Rick said, smiling knowingly. "He's hiding
 out  below." He  leaned hs  bike against  a refrigeration  unit and
 looked smugly at Lucky. "Take me to the captain -- now."

 Pretending they hated  doing it, Lucky and Damon  led Rick Marinaro
 down the steep stairway to the cabin below.

 "Where  is he?"  Rick demanded  authoritatively when  he didn't see
 anyone else below.

 "Get him!" Lucky yelled.

 In a  sudden flurry of activity,  Damon and Lucky grabbed  the rude
 visitor and  threw him to the  floor. A few punches  were exchanged
 before  they  subdued  him,  but  nobody  was seriously hurt. Then,
 before Rick knew what was happening,  they had him face down on the
 floor and had tied his hands together with a sheet. A minute later,
 they had secured each of his ankles to exposed water pipes, leaving
 him spread-eagled  on his stomach.  He struggled for  a few minutes
 before  he  accepted  the  fact  that  he  was  securely  bound and
 helpless.

 "Help me  strip the son  of a bitch,"  Lucky told his  young lover.
 "We'll give him a fuckin' he won't ever forget."

 "This is a federal offense!"  Rick said hoarsely, twisting his neck
 and looking up at them.

 "It sure as hell won't be  my first federal offense," Lucky laughed
 as he stopped down and yanked the visor from Rick's head. "Hey, man
 - - you've got real pretty hair. You know that?" He ran his fingers
 through the guy's lush black hair.

 "I... I don't know about this, Lucky," Damon said nervously.

 "Don't be a fuckin' titty-baby, Damon!"

 "All right, all right!"

 It  became immediately  obvious they  wouldn't be  able to pull the
 guy's jacked and trunks off while he was tied up that way, so Lucky
 ran to the  galley and found a knife. When  he approached Rick with
 the knife, the guy's face went pale.

 "My God!" Rick  blurted pathetically. "Go ahead and  fuck me if you
 want to -- just don't kill me!"

 "I'm not  gonna kill you, you  fuckin' idiot," Lucky laughed  as he
 knelt  down and  began cutting  the  nylon  jacket so  it could  be
 removed. "I just want to get you naked."

 "Oh, thank God,"  Rick murmured, relaxing and resting  his cheek on
 the  grimy floor.  After that   fright, getting  fucked in  the ass
 seemed a relatively harmless prospect.

 After the  jacket was cut  away, Lucky handed  the knife to  Damon.
 "Here. You do the honors with the Speedo, kid."

 The perverse  excitement of committing rape  caused Damon's cock to
 stiffen and project  from his cut-offs while he  knelt and cut away
 the flimsy nylon bikini from Rick's  loins. Once he had cut through
 the fabric, he yanked the tattered Speedo away, revealing the guy's
 gloriously suntanned buns.

 Lucky whistled at the sexy sight. "Look at that! This guy sunbathes
 naked -- he's tanned all over."

 "Uuummm!"  Damon purred  approvingly, feasting  his eyes  on Rick's
 naked body. "He's beautiful."

 There was no doubt of that. Rick Marinaro was stunningly beautiful.
 His lithe, sinewy body was a study in muscular symmetry. His deeply
 tanned skin was  smooth and flawless, and a  sparse growth of black
 hair coated his powerful-looking legs. The cutely rounded cheeks of
 his ass  were smooth and  tan, and there  were sexy dimples  in his
 lower  back,  just  above  each  bun.  The  crevice  of his ass was
 hairless,  and his  furry balls  could be  seen mashed  against the
 floor between his sprawled legs.

 "How about  if you fuck  him first?" Lucky  suggested. "Kinda break
 him in a little before I have at him with my twelve inches."

 Rick raised his head and looked  around. "If you guys do this, I'll
 report --" Then he saw the knife gleaming on the floor behind Lucky
 and decided to keep quiet and submit.

 Damon pulled his cut-offs down over  his shoes, stepped out of them
 and then knelt between Rick's  spread legs. The ominous silence was
 punctuated by  the creaking and  groaning of the  boat. The excited
 youth  bent  down  and  ran  his  tongue  experimentally  up Rick's
 ass-crack. Rick flinched at the touch of Damon's tongue.

 "That's one  helluva good-lookin' ass,"  Lucky said. "Go  ahead and
 eat him out. I would!"

 Damon smiled at Lucky. Then he drove his tongue hard against Rick's
 hairless  asshole   while  he  used  his   fingers  to  spread  his
 ass-cheeks. After titillating Rick's asshole  for a moment with his
 tongue-tip,  the boy  fucked his  tongue into  the tightness of the
 resisting sphincter. The ass-ring relaxed after a moment, and Damon
 was able to fuck his hot wet tongue in and out of the guy's ass.

 "Lord!" Rick moaned  when he felt the boy's  tongue lubricating his
 asshole with warm saliva. "You guys don't stop at anything."

 "To hell with  that," Lucky snorted, reaching over  and jabbing his
 finger into Rick's wet asshole.

 "Uuungh!" Rick grunted, tensing the muscles of his body.

 "Shit!  He is  tight as  hell," Lucky  said. "This  is gonna be one
 fantastic fuck!" He  pulled his finger from Rick's  ass. "Go to it,
 boy Fuck the shit out of him!"

 Damon moved into  a push-up position above Rick's  naked body. When
 he guided his  cock-head into the crevice of  Rick's ass, the young
 stud moaned and clenched his ass-cheeks in anticipation of the pain
 he knew would come.

 "Relax, man," Damon  whispered near Rick's ear "Don't  make it hard
 on  yourself." And,  while he  was whispering,  he could  smell the
 sweet clean aroma of Rick's beautiful black hair..

 Damon nudged insistently against  Rick's resisting asshole with the
 blunt tip  of his prick,  finally forcing his  cock-head within the
 tightly clasping ass-ring. Rick sucked  in a deep breath, remaining
 still in hopes the boy would go easy on him.

 Rick Marinaro had never had a cock fucked up his ass before, and he
 didn't realize  how fortunate he was  that Damon was going  to fuck
 him first with  his eight-inch cock. Had Lucky  gone first, fucking
 his foot-long prick into that virgin  asshole, it would have been a
 grisly  experience  for  the  poor  fellow.  For  a  young stud who
 regarded  himself as  straight, eight  inches of  cock up  the butt
 seemed more than adequate for an introduction to ass-fucking.

 Damon  slowly  fucked  his  thick  cock  into Rick's tight asshole,
 advancing in  short increments as  the resisting sphincter  slipped
 along his cock-shaft like a  taut rubber band. Rick's ass-guts felt
 hot, encasing the boy's prick snugly.

 "Oh God...  oh no," Rick moaned  pitifully as he felt  Damon's cock
 advancing deeper into  his guts. "Damn!" He clenched  his teeth and
 his fists in  response to the surge of pain  that radiated from his
 shocked asshole. "No... no... no..."

 But  Damon  pressed  onward  fucking  more  and more cock-meat into
 Rick's ass  until his belly came  to rest against the  guy's smooth
 ass-cheeks.

 "Aw, fuck!" Rick  blurted, banging his forehead on  the floor as he
 felt Damon's kinky  crotch hair grinding against his  ass. He could
 feel  the  boy's  balls  dangling  down  between his sprawled legs,
 touching his own balls. "Goddamn it!"

 Knowing that a prick was buried to  the hilt in his ass gave Rick a
 hideous feeling of degradation. It was unmanly to be lying there on
 the floor, getting fucked in the ass -- and besides that, it hurt.

 Damon halted  there, leaving his  cock fucked in  to the balls  and
 giving Rick a minute to adjust to having his tight ass stuffed full
 of cock- meat. Lucky scrambled  around behind them, getting down on
 the floor so he could see Damon's cock enter Rick's ass.

 "You're  awfully good-looking,"  Damon whispered  near Rick's  ear.
 "Matter of fact, you're downright gorgeous, man."

 "This is  one time I  wish I was  ugly as hell,"  Rick murmured. "I
 don't like anything about this."

 "Really?" Damon  asked honestly. "God,  I just love  to get my  ass
 fucked. Love it!"

 "Well, why don't you two cock-suckers fuck each other -- and let me
 out of here?"

 "Let's get some goddamned action here," Lucky said loudly, slapping
 Damon's naked butt. "Fuck the bastard!"

 "Your buddy's nuts," Rick whispered. "You know that?"

 "No he's not. He's wonderful I love him."

 "Why? Just because he's got a bug hunk of meat?"

 What the hell are you two jabberin' about?" Lucky said irritably as
 he raised up to look.

 "Nothing important," Damon said quickly.

 Then the  teenager began to fuck  Rick's ass, plunging his  cock in
 and out  of the hot  sheath of the  young stud's ass-guts  rapidly.
 Lucky  got down  between their  legs again,  watching Damon's prick
 slither into  the guy's tightly  clasping asshole. The  boy's hairy
 balls  were  bouncing  heavily,   slapping  against  Rick's  smooth
 ass-cheeks on every downward fuck-thrust.

 Rick hadn't realized it until now,  but while he and Damon had been
 talking, his ass  had become more accustomed to  being stuffed with
 cock- meat. The fucking wasn't quite  as had as he had expected and
 he soon discovered  that by forcing himself to  relax he could make
 it  easier  on  himself.  Still,  although  the  searing  pain  was
 subsiding, the awful  humiliation of being used this  was more than
 he could deal with.

 "You guys aren't actually gonna cum in my but, are you?"

 "Sure," Damon  laughed while he went  on fucking. "I mean,  it'd be
 kinda stupid to  fuck you and not cum.  Hell, that's what fucking's
 all about."

 "Oh God," Rick groaned, feeling that getting his ass fucked full of
 cum would in  some way be the ultimate  deflowering of his manhood.
 "Damn you guys!"