Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 03:16:37 -0400 From: Neal Down Subject: Horniest Catch - Part 2 The following is purely a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years of age and above, and any resemblance to a real person is purely a coincidence. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or situations, or if you live in a place where reading such material is illegal, discontinue reading immediately, and think about moving to a place that values personal freedom. Please do not reprint without my approval. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. In the real world, there's a deadly virus called HIV. It can be contracted through unprotected sex. These characters are not real, but you are, so please protect yourself with condoms. Please feel free to e-mail BoySub33@Hotmail.com with any feedback or criticism. Reader's emails are the writer's fuel. Thanks to all those readers who have emailed me already, and for my other readers, if you like the story, please let me know. Horniest Catch -- Part 2 My Monday morning meeting with Mr. Matthews went great, and I signed on as a crewman on the Gloria Dei. Mr. Matthews was a lot more gruff and direct with me as we talked on his boat that morning than in the restaurant. "Listen Chris," he said as he shook my hand firmly at the end of the interview, "Fishing isn't for everyone. It's tough out there, a bunch of guys thrown together for weeks at a time, all hungry to catch more fish and make more money. There's a lot of pressure and stress, and these guys have no way to blow off steam at the end of a tough day. There's no local bar or easy girls out on a fishing boat. All the men have is work, sleep and eat. The work is dangerous, and the men who do this for a living have to succeed in order to put food on their families' tables. You will be the low man on this boat. Keep your head down, listen to instructions, and give it your best every day, and you'll be fine." I assured Mr. Matthews I wouldn't let him down. "Thanks for the chance Sir. I'll give it my all," I said as Mr. Matthews smiled . I left the boat on a high. As I walked out of the marina, Luke's giant black truck pulled up in front of me. "Get in. We need to talk," Luke said firmly. I climbed up into his truck, and Luke peeled out of the marina quickly, spinning clamshells under the huge oversized tires of his truck. Luke was silent for about five minutes as we headed out of town. He drove off road, deep into a wooded area, and shut off the truck's engine. "Listen up, fag boy, you've managed to weasel your way onto MY fishing boat, you lucky bitch. My mom grew up poor, and wasn't able to go to college, so she took a liking to you and your situation. So I'm stuck with you. If you want to survive for more than one trip out, you better listen up," Luke said to me seriously. He turned to face me, and again grabbed me by my chin, and squeezed hard. "I'm your motherfucking boss when we're out there on the water. You got that? Keep your fag stuff to yourself and stay on my good side, and I'll let you stay. Cross me, or I'll have my dad put your sorry ass off our boat after our first trip out. Understand?" I whispered "yea," and Luke gave me a quick backhand. "Do you understand, boy," he bellowed right into my face. "Yes Sir," I said as my face turned bright red from both the bitch slap and embarrassment. "That's better, boy" he said as he smiled. Luke then filled me in on what the bottom man of a fishing boat will face. "The guys will push you and test you every minute of every day at the beginning. They're gonna want to know if you can pull your weight or not, if you're a pussy or not. You're basically everyone's bitch when you're a greenhorn, doing all the shit jobs on the boat. For you, being a bitch shouldn't be a big adjustment," Luke said as he snickered. I nodded and Luke then spread his strong legs out and put his right hands behind my head. "Fag, there's something else we need to talk about," he said as he pushed my face into his lap. "I need to get off a lot, and I motherfucking hate jerking off. Guess what you're going to be doing anytime I want?" Luke roughly ground my face into the front of his jeans, his bone hard, jeans encased cock rubbing against my lips. I moaned "OK," and Luke pulled my body over his as he slid his body into the middle of his truck's front bench seat. Luke pulled my tucked in shirt out of my pants and roughly reached under me and unbuttoned my belt and pants. "You're hard, faggot. I don't ever want to see your fag cock. Got it?" I said "Yes Sir" as I felt him tug the back of my pants down and under the bottom of my buttcheeks. I remembered how Ryan and his buds back home used to insist that I wear a jockstrap during our fuck sessions so they wouldn't have to deal with my boycock while they fucked the hell out of me. Luke then thrust is index and middle fingers of his left hand into my mouth as he slapped down on my butt lightly with his right. "Nice ass, faggot, get my fingers wet, bitch," he ordered as his strong fingers sawed in and out of my mouth. Luke then began spanking me harder and harder. "Remember that night you were allowed to feast on my big cuntstretching cock, faggot? Well if you play your cards right, you're gonna get to do it a lot this summer, but I'm the type of stud that likes to fuck too. You been fucked yet, bitch?" I didn't want to lie to Luke, but I also didn't want to let him know that I was taking cock up my ass from older jock guys when in junior high. "No Sir" I mumbled as he thrust his two wet fingers into my asshole. `Well bitch, you're gonna be fucked like a ten dollar whore whenever I need to fuck. You got a girly ass, and a nice tight hole. " Luke pulled his fingers out of me and began spanking my ass. `You like that, huh? Well I like to warm a bitch's ass up a bit before wrecking it." Luke's strong hand spanked my ass cheeks, and every three or four slaps he made sure to come down right on my ass crack. He then stopped, and reached over me to get something in the truck's glovebox. "Slide off of me, faggot, and take my big cock out, and keep on your fucking stomach with your ass in the air," Luke ordered as I felt something cold on my asshole. "KY, faggot, you better bring a lot of it on the boat, unless you want to get your fag ass busted open." I went to open Luke's belt when he cuffed the back of my head hard. "Stupid faggot, unbutton my shit and just take my big cock out," he ordered impatiently. I unbuttoned Luke's 501s and fished his cock out of his underwear. I finally got to take a good look at Luke's awesome cock in the daylight, as it stood majestically, straight up and almost to his nipples as he leaned over me to finger up my hole. "Nine inches of motherfucking mayhem, faggot. Now do your job and get to sucking." I took Luke in my mouth and moaned loudly as his dick sunk into my hungry mouth. "You got a clit in your mouth, faggot? I'll bet you've been dreaming about my big cock ever since I gave you the chance to serve it that night." Luke had his left hand on the top of my head, roughly forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth, while his right hand got to know my boyhole. After about five minute of him bobbing my head up and down his cock, he pulled me up off him by my hair. "Get the fuck out of my truck right now faggot," he yelled as he opened the driver's side door and left the truck and walked behind it. Stunned, I lay there for about fifteen seconds before pulling the back of my pants up and getting out the passenger side door. Luke was taking the back gate of the truck down. Luke pointed to the opened gate as he undid his leather belt and pulled it out of the pants loops. "When I give you an order, you do it right away faggot. I say get out of the truck, jump out of the truck. And who told you to pull your pants up?" he said in measured tones as he doubled up the belt and pounded it into his palm. "Now bend your ass over, NOW." I leaned over the truck gate, and Luke reared the belt back and whacked it into my ass hard three times. "Now take them pants down, bitch." The pain from the belt was so sharp, but I didn't hesitate to reach under myself and unbutton my pants and pull them and my underwear down to my knees. Luke again cracked me with the belt, this time five times in rapid succession. "What did I tell you faggot? I don't want to see your pathetic fag cock. Pull your underwear up and just show me your bitch ass." Fighting back tears, I reached down and pulled my underwear up, tucking it right under my asscheeks, just leaving my backside exposed. "Wow your ass is red, faggot., " Luke said as he leaned over me, his still hard cock rubbing against my ass crack. I moaned again, and Luke chuckled. "Fucking faggot," he muttered as he reached over me and tied my right arm to a bungee cord he had tethered to the truck. He did the same with the left, and got up over me. He pulled my briefs back on and ripped them right under the waistband, again exposing my butt to him. Luke then roughly lubed me up with more KY and placed the head of his cock against my butthole. "Here you go, fag boy" he said as he thrust his cock into me. He pulled out, and cracked me with the belt a few times, and then fucked into me again. Luke leaned over me and spoke right into my ear. "You ready to be my bitch boy all summer, fag?" "Yes Sir," I moaned as he began to fuck me in earnest. Luke railed away at my ass for about five minutes, fucking the breath out of me on every downstroke. My dick was rubbing against the plastic ridges of the bedguard on the gate, and once Luke took my ear into his mouth, I lost it. "You fucking faggot, I can feel your pussy tightening" Luke yelled as he began cumming inside me. He must have shot eight or nine spurts into my abused ass, and rested on me for a few moments as he came down from his orgasm. Luke pulled out of me and untied my hands, and then pointed to the ground. I kneeled, and Luke presented his softening cock to me. "Suck me clean, bitch" he ordered with a smug look on him face. I quickly complied, sucking on his slimy cock. After a few moments, he pushed me off his cock. Luke closed the gate, and ordered me to dress and get back in the truck. Luke drove me to my house in silence, just like that first night. "You keep your fucking fag mouth shut about all this, and I'll see you Wednesday morning on the boat, five am sharp, " Luke said. I nodded as I got out of his truck. "Yes Luke. Thank you Sir," I said. As I walked behind the truck, Luke called me over to him. "Listen, you better bring a lot of KY, and maybe a couple pairs of panties. Some of the guys on the crew like that kind of stuff. "