Water Rat

I was awestruck. I forgot the danger, forgot the pain. For a moment I couldn’t breath. He loosed the tie on his ponytail, and his long wavy locks of gold and brown cascaded across his shoulders, falling into rings on his thick muscular chest. He pulled the leather belt under my back and across my nipples. He was so much larger than me that even cinched in the last grommet, it fit my chest loosely. I cried out again “Don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me!”

Kevin ambled across the room and untied some ropes from boots on the wall. He guided a large hinged wooden beam suspended from the rafters across to where I lay shivering in the cool salty night air. It was a boom arm, fitted with more ropes and wooden pulleys, meant to suspend thirty foot masts for setting in place on a boat‘s keel. He positioned it directly over the cot. “I tol’ ya, you jus go ahead and cry, Jimmy. You jus sing your song to me, baby. I’d love to hear ya moan. You ain’t afraid of ole Kev, are ya?” 

Kevin drew the ropes, easing the pulleys down from the boom arm. A length of rope extended from the end of each pulley with an eight inch cast iron j-hook attached. He looped my bound wrists over one of the hooks and began to winch up the rope, tightening the pulley until my arms stretched out over my head. I screamed out, not really in pain but in sheer terror. Kevin slapped my face, and my wail subsided to a soft moan. The second hook was slipped under my ankle bindings. As Kev pulled the pulley up towards the rafters, my body lifted off the cot. I felt the cool night breeze blow across my bare ass as I hung suspended about a foot off the mattress. He chuckled, hooking the third and last pulley to his rawhide belt constricted around my chest. This actually made the whole thing more comfortable, the weight of my body was pretty evenly distributed. I stopped crying, and started to notice my tormentor. he swung the boom out into the middle of the room. I hung suspended from it like a grotesque marionette, writhing about four feet off the littered floor of the boathouse.

Kevin had taken off the rest of his clothing, and strolled over to the kitchen to get another beer. I couldn’t help noticing his round white ass, and his large pendulous balls hanging between thick muscular legs as he bent over to get the Miller out of the fridge. He crossed the room and stood in front of me (his new trophy) hands on hips, in all of his cigar puffing glory. Holding me by the nape of the neck, he eased my face between his legs, placing his dick on my forehead. I inhaled deeply, smelled his balls, smelled the funk of sweat and beer. I opened my mouth and he slipped his cock past my lips. 

My head was hanging, thrust back by my suspension, and the position of my mouth and throat made it possible for the water rat to insert his potent dick completely into me. I gagged, but he was relentless. My face was pressed firmly into his crotch. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breath. I was totally dominated by this man. He rhythmically pumped his cock into my face, and I soon found his cadence. His cock would leave my throat for just a second, and I could gasp a bit of air before he pounded his meat back into my swollen mouth. The force of his face-fucking had me swaying in the air, forcing him deeper into me as I slammed back into his crotch. I tasted the salty tang of his pre-cum lubricating my tongue. His thick, richly veined penis swelled in my throat as his balls contracted. I knew he was about to pop a huge load in my mouth. I prayed that I wouldn’t drown on his gushing torrent of cum. He grabbed me under each armpit and drew me firmly down on his cock as he mainlined repeated loads down my throat. I choked and gagged it down, as he pulled himself out of my throat long enough for me to swallow. He shot the last volley of rich, creamy jizz on my amazed face, rubbing it into my eyes and hair with his prodigious penis.

Kevin fell back into the corner and collapsed on the cot. “Fuckin’ amazing, dude! You fuckin’ suck cock like a goddam Hoover, bitch!” he exclaimed. “How was that for you, fag boy? You like Kev’s dick in your cocksuckin’ mouth? “

“Yes! Yes! I looooove your dick!” I shouted. “Is that what you want to hear, you goddam bastard!” Kevin chuckled again, and leaving me hanging from my ropes, went into the bathroom to take a piss. I could see him through the open doorway as he spread his legs and let loose a steady stream of urine into the rust-stained toilet. “Kevin? I have to go too. I need to use the bathroom...Please?” I whined.

The water rat shook the last drop of yellow piss from the tip of his still engorged dick and turned to face me. He was slick with sweat, the hair on his chest and belly soaked in tight, oily ringlets. His beard was damp, and clung to his rugged face. He shook his head and the long strands of hair fell wildly across his broad shoulders. He was absolutely magnificent! how could I have ever thought the was repulsive? was I blind? He went to the wall and released the ropes from the boots, lowering my body gently to the ground. He untied my ankles, and took me off my hooks, but left my wrists tied. He pulled me to my feet. “Stand up! I guess even pussies have to take a crap now and then. Go ahead, but leave the door open so I can keep an eye on my bitch!”

I went into the dark little bathroom and sat on the john. Kevin positioned himself on a wooden chair, and rocked it back on its rear legs as he smoked. He smirked at me as I relieved myself, and took pleasure in watching me wipe myself clean. As I left the room he called me over. “C’mere, baby. Let’s get to know each other better!”

I stood in front of him as he raised my arms up and around his head, my bound wrists at his neck, his luxurious tumble of hair falling on my forearms. He nuzzled his wiry beard into my belly, kissing and licking the soft golden hairs. “Mmmmmn, baby, you’re so soft, so sexy. Tell Kev you liked his big dick in your mouth!” I pulled his head into my waist, I felt his hot tongue running up and down my belly. “Yes, you goddam freak, I did like your big dick in my mouth. You scare the crap out of me, but I did fucking like it!” Kevin held me tightly around the waist with his strapping arms. His biceps were like cannonballs: round, hard and defined. He kneaded my soft ass cheeks with his wide coarse hands as his mouth traveled down my torso. I felt his tongue touch the head of my cock, flicking the thin threads of pre from my piss hole. “Ahh, nice little faggot dick. Sweet and tasty!” he said, as he ran his rough tongue down the shaft and pulled both of my balls into his hot mouth. My back arched, and I groaned with pleasure. He pulled me closer, and I slipped my restrained arms further down his shoulders as he swirled my nuts in his saliva. “I’m gonna make you cum now, little man. You jus relax and enjoy...”

I stood before him totally humiliated, degraded, tethered and raped...but my hard, aching dick was sliding in and out of my tormentor’s hungry mouth. I would have to re-think my definition of torture. He growled and grunted as he took me deep into his throat. I felt him twirl his expert tongue around the head of my cock. “Oh, yeah, please don’t stop! Please take me, take me!“ I shouted in ecstasy. He pressed his face into my bushy blonde pubic hair as I released myself into his mouth. He groaned loudly and pulled himself off my cock. I shot most of my load into his beard, thick pasty droplets landing on his nose and across his sunburned cheeks. He reached up and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me down to my knees in front of him. “Looks like you got a little mess you need to clean up, huh Jimmy?” He smirked as he placed his full lips on mine. I licked the drops of cum from his moustache, moving my tongue around his beard, licking his cheeks and sucking my creamy white cum out of his eye sockets until his face was clean and slick with spit.

He sat me in a chair at the kitchen table, leaving my wrists tied. Taking a couple canvas belts from his tool box, he strapped my ankles to the legs of the chair and went to the stove. “How ‘bout some bacon and eggs? Think we both need some protein right about now.” I felt the cool breeze coming from the open doorway, freedom beyond. I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to. And I guess I really didn’t want to, anyway. The water rat was in a great mood. He was laughing and joking as if we were old friends. The smell of frying bacon filled the room. I realized I was famished, and looked forward to eating something other than dick.

He brought over one heaping plate of scrambled eggs, and a pile of bacon that would feed an entire family. I waited for him to untie me, so I could join him. He began to eat, leaving me to watch as the eggs disappeared into his face. Finally I asked “Hey, what about me?” he grinned, and held his fork in front of my nose. I realized it was another form of humiliation. He was going to dominate me in every way. He wanted to feed me, like an infant unable to help myself, totally vulnerable, completely in his control. I opened my mouth and accepted his offering. It tasted delicious, and I chewed the thick slice of bacon greedily. Kevin stroked my cheek and offered me some egg. “Good boy... You are a very good boy! I think you finally figured out what you want from a man!”

I figure he’s right.