Water rat Pt II: Choices

Water Rat 2: Choices
(Please read “Water Rat” first. This is intended as an epilogue.)

I had been bound at the wrists for almost a full day. Stranded on this island had turned into one of the most important and life-altering experiences I have ever had. I discovered that all of the games, all of the passion and sexual adventure of my life to this point was meaningless. I had found total satisfaction in losing my freedom, my free will, to the Water Rat. He slipped the last of our breakfast past my chapped lips, and held the glass of milk to my mouth. I drank, savoring the cold, creamy liquid. Kevin untied my ankles from the legs of the chair and led me outside to the pier, and an outdoor shower.

“Dude, you’re pretty funky, and I’m guessin’ I am too. Get under the faucet, and let’s rinse off some of the stink!” He said, as he positioned me under the showerhead. The cold water startled me, but Kevin pulled me against him as we stood pressed together under the chilling stream. My wrists were sore from the cord, but I didn’t ask to be untied, and he was certainly not offering. He pulled me dripping from the stall by the nape of my neck, guiding me to the edge of the wooden gangway. 

At the end of the pier was a mahogany Chris-craft with an inboard motor, and a gleaming wooden deck with brass fittings. Flying from the bow was a small pennant with a white bull on a black ground. He held me by the armpit and lifted me on board. He pushed me down to the shiny deck, and lying me face down, looped my wrist restraints over a brass boot mounted near the bow. Sitting on my ass, he fastened each of my ankles to the rail that traced the outline of the boat on either side. I was fully stretched, spread eagle under the warm morning sun. The Rat jumped over the windscreen into the cockpit and started the engines. I felt the drumming pulse of the pistons on my stomach as the motor revved in the back of the boat. We pulled out through the open channel and into the Atlantic. The warm breeze from the ocean dried the shower water from my body as we sped across the choppy waves. It was totally invigorating. I felt my cock harden as the boat shuddered and pitched beneath me. Kev circled the point and we stopped on the mainland side of the island, almost at the exact place the wave-runner broke down (was it only 24 hours ago?). he dropped anchor about 30 yards off the beach. The incoming waves gently rocked the silent boat as he came around the aft side and sat next to my prone body. He gently stroked my back. “It’s time, Jimmy. I’ve been patient. I’ve made it way too easy for you. It’s time for you to give up that slippery pussy to me” He said, as he pulled back his hand and slapped my ass with his open hand. I jumped in surprise, then cried out as the shape of his hand appeared as a rosy welt on my creamy white cheek. He slapped me again, this time harder. “Kevin, don’t hurt me, please! Take me, I don’t care, just stop hurting me!” I whimpered.

Kevin laughed. “You’re my bitch, faggot. You ain’t got no choice whether I take your sorry ass or not. It ain’t up to you. I gotta make sure you unnerstan’ who’s callin’ the shots around here!” He said, as he lay his body across mine. I felt his massive chest pressed on my shoulders, the downy soft chest hair brushing my sunburned skin and his long, soft hair blowing in my face as he nuzzled his bearded chin into my neck. He reached under me with one hand and began to twist my nipple. I squirmed in delight. I love to have my tits played with, and he was driving me wild. He held something in his other hand. I was afraid of what it might be. What little surprise did he have for me next?

His cock was fully hard again, and he rubbed it between my ass cheeks as the boat drifted silently on the swells. I arched up to meet him, and he released my tit long enough to guide his enormous dick against my quivering sphincter. He slid forward on my back, sending his immense mushroom head past my rosy pucker. The muscles tightened, and I tried to expel the huge invader in my rectum, but he was unrelenting, pushing further in, ignoring my moans of anguish as he ripped into my body. I twisted and writhed in my ties, strung tightly across the polished deck, Kevin’s mighty hips wedged firmly between my outstretched legs. He held still about halfway into my ass, a good five inches of his meaty cock buried in my hot gut.

“Gimme your phone number, faggot!” He hissed. My brain was swimming, I couldn’t think clearly. My ass was adjusting to the breathtaking size of the Rat’s dick stuffed in my ass, and the delirium of lust was overtaking my senses. He twisted my tit hard, and brought me out of my stupor. “Your phone number! Hurry up you little slut... I don’t have all day. My cock hurts, and I need to get off NOW!” The mystery item in his hand was a cell-phone, and Kev began to dial as I rattled off the number at the house I was sharing with the guys. “Here’s your chance, little man. You tell your faggot buddies whatever you want. Tell ‘em where ya are, you need your shitty ass to be rescued, tell ‘em whatever you fuckin’ want. Or you can tell ‘em that ‘ole Kev will bring you home when he’s good and ready, and not a minute sooner!”

I lay outstretched on the deck under the Water Rat’s hulking body, his hard muscles tensing and flexing on my back and his big, perfect cock held rock-hard in my aching butt. I still felt the sting of his hand on my ass cheek, and the burning sensation where he had brutally twisted my nipple until it was purple and bruised. My flesh was deeply marked, welts rising where the cord encircled my wrists, cords I had worn for 24 hours. Kevin waited for my response. He had shown his aggression, had demonstrated again the incredibly dangerous side of his personality. But I had also seen another side: gentler, kinder. I had lain bound in his arms as we slept. He fed me, sharing his breakfast. He had showered me, rubbing my skin gently, rinsing away the sand and salt from my aching body. You could see that he knew how to take care of his possessions, from his collection of power tools to the graceful antique boats that he lovingly restored. Now Kevin lay with his cock in my ass, his chest heaving, his hips poised to propel the rest of his mighty penis deep into my bowel. He was the most potent, completely aggressive man I had ever met. He held the phone to my ear.

Danny? Yeah, it’s me! You won’t fucking believe the night I had! Yeah, I’m okay, but the runner sank. Don’t know where the hell I am, but there’s a boat guy here who’s gonna bring me back...yeah, but he can’t get away for a while. I’m fine, man! Don’t wait up, dude.”

Laughing, the Water Rat squeezed my nipples with his thick fingers and sank the rest of his cock into my willing ass. My submission was complete.