Stevie Washington

Shark's Tooth

Chapter 1

Whistling a happy tune, he rode his bike down to the shore. Normally, he would go over to his best friend Timmy Alterman's house, but Timmy had the flu and Gary did not want to catch it. Still, he had plenty of ways to entertain himself. While there were not many beaches on the Chesapeake Bay, hidden coves abounded and Gary could amuse himself by exploring them. He'd gotten an early start and so he rode further than he had before, all the way out past the point and found a likely spot. While concealed from the road, the cove he'd found actually seemed to be quite deep in points. After poking around for a while, Gary was ready to leave when he heard a car pull up. Once or twice, Gary and Timmy had been yelled at by people who claimed that they were on private property, so he prudently hid in the bushes. His bike had been left hidden already, so there was no chance of that being seen.

Once he got a good look at the men you stepped out of the car, he was glad that he had chosen to hide himself. They did not look nice at all. Despite the fact that both of them were well dressed, they gave out an aura of slime somehow, as if they were just trying to cover up their ugliness with window dressing. The taller of the two was carrying a briefcase and the other one was looking anxiously at his gaudy gold watch.

"You think they gonna be here, Benito?" he said to the tall man, "They only got five minutes and I don't see nobody."

"They'll show, you can be sure of that. We got the money"

Now Gary was really worried. Whatever these men wanted in this hidden cove, they were up to no good. Granted, it was a bit exciting but he had enough common sense to know that he would be in real trouble if he were caught. Looking around, he tried to find a possible avenue of escape, but there was no way he could get back to his bike without being in the open. Best to sit tight and try to remain unseen. At least he was wearing a mostly white T-shirt and green shorts. If he'd been wearing red, he'd have stuck out like a sore thumb.

"See? There comes the boat now," man called Benito was saying, pointing out into the bay.

"You think there's gonna be any problems, Boss?"

"I can handle it. You just keep your eyes open."

Gary heard the purr of an outboard engine and saw an approaching boat. He could make out three men; one driving, one in the bow and the third sitting in the middle seat just in front of the console. They pulled right into the cove, tilted the engine up and drifted right into the sandy shore.

"You picked at hard enough place to get to," the man who had been sitting said to the men who were on the shore.

"Well, it's private. Let's do the business."

"What, no 'Hello'? Don't you want to know how our trip was?"

"Alverez, let's just make the exchange. We aren't in this business to be polite to each other."

It was obvious to Gary that the man called Alverez was the one in charge of the boat crew. All three of them were clearly South Americans; they had strong accents and olive-coloured skin. Alverez himself was squat and overweight, but his two henchman were firmly muscled. They climbed out of the boat and faced the other two men.

"All right, here's the goods," Alverez said as one of his two men handed Benito a large tote bag. He took it and handed it to the short man. As Gary watched, he took out a bag filled with a white powder that could only be cocaine. The man took out a small sample and fiddled with it. Gary couldn't see what he was doing, but he'd seen enough TV to guess that he was checking the quality.

"It's fine, Boss," he said as he stood up and zipped the bag shut again.

"All right, here's the cash."

He handed Alverez the briefcase and one of his henchmen opened it on the bow of the boat and counted the money inside. When he was done, he closed it back and whispered to Alverez. Gary could see the man's face get red with anger.

"It's short," he accused Benito.

"We made a deal. You upped the price. I'm splitting the difference between what the original price was and what you asked for. That's fair."

"Fair!" Alverez shouted, "Fair! I don't care about fair! I want my money, you pig!"

"Shouting will do you no good. If you don't want to sell at that price, give me back my money and I'll give you back the goods. End of story."

Alverez was clearly furious, but he stopped yelling. He took several deep breaths and then seemed to make a decision.

"Lopez, give the man back his property," he said to the man who had taken the briefcase. Lopez raised his eyebrows, but turned around and reached for the briefcase. When he turned back around, Gary saw with a shock that he was holding a pistol in the other hand.

The short man never had a chance. Lopez put two bullets in him before he even knew what was happening. Benito was a bit more alert; he threw himself to the side and reached inside his jacket pocket, obviously going for his own gun. He got it out and managed to get off one shot, but it went wide. Alverez' other henchman drew and nailed him three times in the chest. Benito grunted and went still, his gun falling from his twitching fingers.

Gary was horrified. He had to shove his hand in his mouth and bite down to keep from screaming. The echoes of the gunshots were still bouncing around in the cove and the two dead men were splattered with blood. Only the fact that he'd taken a leak about half an hour before prevented him from pissing his pants. Blind panic started to set in and he wobbled backwards. It was the root just behind his left foot that proved his undoing. The back of his shoe got hooked and he felt himself losing his balance. With a crash that sounded like a thunderbolt, he fell backwards on the dry leaves.

"Don't move!" he heard Alverez shout from the shore. "I'll plug you full of lead if you do!"

Gary should have run at that point, but he was flat on his back and scared to death. Lopez and the other man approached him with guns drawn. When they got up to him, they looked puzzled.

"It's just a kid, Boss," Lopez said.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Bring him out."

Putting his gun away, the other man yanked Gary up by his arm and dragged him down to the shore. When he reached Alverez, he let go and the boy slumped to the ground.

"Who the fuck are you? You don't look like no kid of Benito's with that blonde hair you got. He hired you to play lookout?"

"No!" Gary assured him, "I didn't know those guys. I has just here in the cove playing when they came. I hid 'cause they looked scary. Please, don't hurt me, Mister, I won't tell anybody anything, I swear!"

"Great; a witness. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You want me to take care of him Boss?," the unnamed man said. Gary cringed as he saw the man reaching for his gun.

"No, I don't think so. I don't believe he's got nothing to do with Benito. He might be an insurance policy. I think we'll just take him with us."

"Oh, please don't," Gary begged. "Please, Mister Alverez, just let me go home!"

"Fantastic, the kid knows my name! Sorry, brat, but you gotta come with us. If you behave you won't get hurt, but you don't want to fuck with me."

Lopez still had his gun out and waved Gary toward the boat. Crying silently, he climbed in. The other man picked up the bag of coke and brought it as well. Once everyone was in, he pushed off and started the engine. Lopez sat Gary on the floor and kept the gun pointing at him. The boy was terrified that it would go off by accident.

The man kept the gun against Gary's back for the whole boat ride. As they made their way out to the open waters of the bay, he saw a large yacht anchored. At any other time, Gary would have been thrilled for a chance to go on such a luxurious vessel, but right now he felt like he was being taken on board a pirate ship and expected that he might well be made to walk the plank. They pulled up behind it and he made out the name; Shark's Tooth. It's home port was listed as Wilmington, Delaware, but Gary doubted that the boat had ever seen Wilmington. A man came out onto the stern of the yacht and caught the bowline as it was thrown and secured the tender to a cleat.

"Well, get going, boy," the man prodded him from behind, "Get on board, we don't have all day!"

Gary got unsteadily to his feet and made his way forward. As he stepped onto the smuggler's yacht, he could feel the man in the stern staring at him.

"What you bring this one for, Boss?" he asked.

"He saw something he shouldn't have," Alverez replied. "Now I have to figure out what to do with him."

"I bet you have some ideas, already," the man said with a cold laugh.

Not feeling at all reassured, Gary moved from the diving platform onto the yacht proper. Was he going to be drowned?

"Did the deal go down?" the man on the stern asked.

"No, the stupid pigs tried to screw me so I had to shoot them. We'll unload the shipment in Florida. Coming all this way was a waste of time. I should have known better than to deal with Wops."

The man turned around and climbed up to the flybridge. Gary stood uncertainly next to a fishing chair, wondering what he was supposed to do. He tried to be invisible, hoping somehow that the men would forget about him. He heard the engine of the yacht rumble into life underneath his feet and one of the men pushed his way past him, heading up towards the bow.

"So where to, Boss?" the man on the flybridge asked.

"Just get us out of here and head south. I don't want to make any stops unless we have to."

"Sure thing! Lopez, hurry up and pull that anchor in, what are you, a woman?"

As soon as the man in the bow had secured the anchor, the Shark's Tooth started to move, turning around and heading slowly at first, and then faster as she picked up speed toward the ocean. Gary stared with fading hope towards the receding shoreline.

"Now, you," Alverez said as he grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him toward the cabin. "Time for some fun."

The drug lord pulled the sliding glass door open and dragged Gary inside. Two of the other men followed. Glancing around, the boy noticed that the cabin was opulently furnished, but there was no opportunity to appreciate it. The man pushed him down to his knees and stood in front of him.

"You like to watch things," he was saying as he methodically pulled down his zipper, "Well, so do I. And right now I want to watch you suck my cock."

Gary was thunderstruck. He realized that he'd been kidnapped. He'd thought that he was probably going to be hurt. He'd tried not to think about it, but he realized that there was some chance the men might even kill him. But the last thing he expected from these macho drug dealers was this. The man's overly large, uncircumcised, sweaty prick was starting him in the face. He just looked up at Alverez in uncomprehending shock. The man responded by slapping him across the cheek hard.

"Suck it boy!" he shouted. "Wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock! And don't you dare let me feel your teeth if you know what's good for you!"

He couldn't do it. He tried, but his mouth wouldn't open. This was only going to bring him more trouble, but the thought of putting that rank piece of flesh in his mouth made him want to faint. Alverez reached over and took Lopez' gun from him. He held it right up against Gary's temple.

"Suck it," he said in an iron voice, "Suck it, or die."

Gary closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Leaning forward, he missed his target and realized that his lips were pressed against Alverez' droopy balls. He had to open his eyes. The dealer's expanding penis was winking at him. This time he got it in. The smell from the man's scratchy, sweaty, pubic bush nearly overpowered him, but he tried to ignore it. The cock itself didn't really have a bad taste, at least not after the first moments, but the odor took a big more getting used to. Plus, the dick was uncomfortable. It was tickling his gag reflex at the back of his throat and this was getting worse all the time.

"Suck, boy!" Alverez commanded. Gary tightened his lips around the base and sucked. The horrible cock was continuing to grow in his mouth.

"Not, like that, idiot! Move your lips up and down on it."

Gary tried to do what the man said, but he'd only had a rough idea of what was involved in a blowjob and this wasn't the best circumstances under which to learn. Not only that, as Alverez' dick grew to it's full size, he couldn't no longer keep it all in his mouth. He couldn't breathe properly with it in there.

"You don't know what you're doing," Alverez said. "I'm going to give you a free lesson. Pay close attention, boy, because there will be a test later. You just keep your pretty lips wrapped tight and I'll do the rest."

Alverez put down the gun and took hold of Gary's head with both hands, holding on to his short blonde hair with his fingers. With no warning, he pulled him forward and shoved his cock all the way in, bashing his lips against his teeth. Gary gagged, but there was no relief; the man yanked his head back until his dick was nearly out of it and then shoved it down his throat again. Gary struggled to get air in his lungs as the man brutally raped his mouth. After a while, he figured out how to do that, but it brought no relief to the back of his throat, which felt as if it were being bruised by the thrusting tool. His hair hurt from Alverez pulling on it and his knees were sore. The man grunted once and he felt hot, salty liquid filling up his mouth and throat. He tried to spit it out, it was like drowning, but Alverez kept his prick mashed up against his face and he had to swallow most of it. At last the man let him go and he collapsed on the floor. Taking deep breaths, he replenished his starved lungs.

"That was the worst blowjob I've ever had," Alverez told him. "You got plenty to learn, boy. Well, I'll make sure you get plenty of practice. Lopez, come over here."

Lopez moved over and stood in front of the prone boy. Gary watched in horror as he pulled his meat out of his pants. They were going to do it to him again?

"You get back up on your knees and blow Lopez," Alverez told him. "After that, you'll do Manuel and then maybe I'll get Rico down so he can have a turn. Get to it boy, you have a lot of cock to suck!"

At first Gary didn't move. He was too overwhelmed, but when he saw Alverez reaching for the gun, he sprung up. His knees were not covered by his shorts and they were already getting sore from the carpet, but he had to ignore it. Lopez shoved his dick forward and he put it in his mouth. At least this time he knew what was expected of him; he moved his lips up and down the shaft, trying to get his throat used to this new intruder. Lopez' cock didn't get as big as Alverez' had done, and so it wasn't as bad. He man put his hands on the back of his head, but didn't pull his hair or yank him back and forth. Instead, he moved his hips back and forth, making his balls bounce off of Gary's chin as the man fucked his face. It didn't seem to take as long before he felt another load of juice filling up his mouth. Again he tried to spit it out and again he was made to swallow it.

Next, the man called Manuel came over and presented him with another prick to suck. Crying silently, Gary did what he had to do. His knees were really starting to bug him, as were his throat and jaw but he was ever aware of the gun laying on the table. While he was having his third taste of dick, Alverez sent Lopez to relieve Rico at the wheel. Just as Rico came into the cabin, Manuel was shooting his load down Gary's throat. Rico had a nasty grin and pulled out a monster cock. Gary cringed; how was he going to take that thing in his mouth?

"You see, boy," Alverez said, "If you can take Rico, you can take anybody. And you better take him."

Rico stuck his dick in his face and Gary managed to get halfway in before he stopped. It was just too big and too wide. He looked up at Rico, pleading with his eyes.

"Take it all, boy," the man hissed, "You'll regret it if you don't."

He tried again, but it just wouldn't fit. Rico lost his patience and grabbed Gary by the ears, forcing himself down the boy's throat. It was agony, both on his ears and his mouth, but there was no mercy. Rico raped his throat hard, smashing his balls and pubic hair against his chin and nose. Gary was terrified that he was going to choke to death, but somehow he got enough air in his lungs. If there was one plus, it was that the man came quicker than all the others, but there was so much jizz that Gary simply couldn't swallow it. Rico let go of his ears and he fell on the floor again, a stream of sperm dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. At least it was over.

Or was it? Alverez was moving back into position.

"Now is the time for your test, boy. I want to see what you've learned."

Gary knew better than to beg, so he got back up on his aching knees and went back to work. His jaw felt numb and his tortured tonsils felt so sore he could hardly swallow.

"Do a good job, or I'll make you practice some more," Alverez said as he started sucking on him. Gary didn't think he could take anymore, so he summoned up all his reserves to deal with this rock hard tool that demanded his attention. He ignored all the pain and concentrated only on the cock. It seemed to take forever, but finally he heard Alverez gasping in pleasure. Much to his surprise, he man pulled his dick out of his mouth.

"You did good, boy," Alverez said as he stroked his dick. "Here's your reward."

He moved forward and Gary felt a hot jet of liquid shoot over his scalp. There was another and another and then Alverez pulled back and held his rod right in front of Gary's face. It's head was a deep purple colour and it was still leaking white fluid from its gaping mouth. Alverez wiped the head against Gary's flushed cheeks, leaving patches of sticky juice. He rubbed his hand through his hair, massaging the cum over his head and making his short hair stick up in spikes.

"That was good enough for now. Now go sit in that corner and keep out of my way. I got work to do."

Gary crawled over and sat where he was told. He looked at his knees, they were rubbed raw from the carpet. Gingerly, he touched them as he tried to will himself invisible. Alverez was talking on a cellular phone and Manuel was getting drinks out of the fridge.

"Here you go, brat," he said as he rolled a coke across the floor to Gary.

Gary eagerly took it and popped it open. The cold, sweet soda felt like so good as it went down his abused throat. Also, it was great to get the taste of cum out of his mouth.

For the next couple of hours the men ignored Gary. Alverez rambled into his phone, speaking Spanish. Manuel and Rico played cards until Rico left and Lopez changed places with him. The boy stayed silent, trying to keep out of sight and out of mind. His mouth, throat, and knees all hurt, but he was still alive. Desperately, he tried to find some way out of this mess, but nothing came to mind. He wondered if his parents had missed him yet. It was after lunch, but he didn't always go home for lunch on Saturday. They probably wouldn't start to worry until after dark and then they wouldn't know where to begin looking for him. They might guess that he had gone down to the shore, but they wouldn't find his bike in the dark. That meant it would be the next morning, unless someone found the dead bodies of Benito and his man first. But then, how would they know where he was? Oh, it was hopeless. Gary fought the wave of despair that threatened to overcome him.

Chapter 2

"I think it's time for some more practice," he said with an evil grin. Gary froze, hoping against hope that the man didn't want another blowjob.

"Come over here, boy," the man said, "Passage on this ship isn't free. You have to earn your way."

Gary crawled over on his hands and feet. He didn't let his knees touch the carpet; they were still too raw and this meant that his bottom was raised high. The men laughed at his awkward movements.

"Please," he begged, "My throat hurts. Please don't make me do it again."

"Your throat hurts that bad?" Alverez asked with a touch of false concern. Gary nodded, doubting that he would be let off, but still feeling the need to try.

"Would you really be happy if I didn't fuck your mouth again?" Gary's internal alarms were going off, but he nodded again.

"Oh, well," Alverez said, "Other ports in a storm."

He picked Gary up by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. Then he dumped him in a heap on the couch. Gary cowered there, wondering what would happen next as Alverez strode forward in the cabin. When he came back he was holding what could only be described as a dagger. It was unsheathed and the blade glowed in the afternoon sunlight.

"No, please," Gary blubbered as he threw his hands up in front of his face. "Don't cut me, I'll do it, please don't hurt me!"

"You think I'm going to cut you up?" Alverez laughed. "No, boy, don't worry. If you play nice, you won't get hurt at all."

He pulled a chair up next to the couch and sat down, holding the blade out so Gary could see it. Alverez grabbed hold of his left hand and held out his thumb. While he watched in shock, the man gently ran the edge of the knife over the skin on the end of his finger. Gary felt a slight pain and saw the red line of blood as the razor sharp blade cut him. Then Alverez let him go and he held his wounded digit against his chest.

"If you don't want to feel my knife again, you just lie there and do what I tell you. Next time, I may cut your face."

Gary couldn't have moved if he'd tried. He had been literally scared stiff. Alverez pulled the boy's legs out from underneath him and yanked his shoes and socks off. Then he held Gary's T-shirt at the base and pulled it out from his body. He held the knife in his other hand, and Gary cringed as he moved it toward his stomach. But he didn't cut him; instead, he hooked it underneath the shirt and cut upwards, slicing the fabric as it went. Gary whimpered as it got near his neck, but the blade only parted the collar and then the man moved it away and started cutting one of the sleeves up to the shoulder. All Gary could do was keep very still. He could almost feel the cold radiating outward from the steel as it cut his shirt of and if made his skin crawl. When Alverez put down the knife, Gary's shirt was in tatters. The man casually yanked them away, pulling out the portion that Gary was still laying on. The chill of the air-conditioned cabin along with the feeling of increased vulnerability made Gary shiver. Alverez picked up the blade again and touched his right nipple with the flat of it, making him jerk as if he had been shocked, so cold was the steel.

The other men were watching the show, smiling evilly as Alverez took hold of Gary's pants leg. His shorts were made of sturdier cloth than his shirt, but the dagger had no trouble cutting it. It made a purring sound as he sliced up the side of the leg, only having to exert more effort when he reached the waist. He repeated the process on the other side and Gary whimpered again as what was left of his shorts was taken from him. His white briefs didn't feel like much protection from the cold or the men's eyes.

"Please, don't," Gary whispered as he saw the man reaching for his underpants. He knew he was risking the man's wrath, but he was very much afraid of being naked in this company.

"Shut up or I'll cut you," Alverez muttered as he pulled out the elastic waistband and started slicing down. Silent tears started to fall from Gary's eyes as he cut them on both sides. Then the man very slowly peeled away the front section, taking away the rest of Gary's dignity. He blushed in shame as his cock and balls were exposed.

"That thing's sure little and bald," Lopez sneered, "How old is he, six? I've seen babies with bigger dicks. And those balls may as well not even be there, for all the good they look."

Gary had secretly been proud of his dick up to this point. He'd seen his friend Timmy naked and it was bigger than his. Once they'd even gotten hard together and compared and he'd beat the other boy by a full inch. But in the cold and in his fright, everything was all shriveled up. Plus, compared to the cocks he'd had to suck, his was tiny. As the men laughed at his boyhood, another piece of his self-esteem shattered.

"You think I should cut it off?" Alverez was asking. "Make him like a dummy in a store? He'd never miss it!" He touched the side of Gary's dick with the blade and the boy broke down, blubbering uncontrollably.

"Oh, please, please, please, please don't!"

"No, I guess not. Looks like it's been cut already!" he laughed, flicking the circumcised head of the little boyhood. "Anyway, enough warm-up. Time for the real fun! Stand up boy."

Very slowly, the naked boy got to his feet. More than anything, he wanted to cover up his little jewels with his hands, but he sensed instinctively that this was the worst thing he could do. The men were all watching him and that was what they all seemed to be staring at. He felt defiled by their hungry leers.

"Lay over the arm of the couch, brat," Alverez said, "Face down."

Gary did as he was told. His middle was draped over the bolster and his feet were barely touching the floor. It wasn't overly uncomfortable, but having his bottom raised up like this made him feel especially vulnerable. A dark thought of what the drug lord had in mind had formed in the back of his mind and was fluttering about, threatening to escape. He heard a zipper and turned his head to see Alverez smearing petroleum jelly on his prick.

"Oh, no," he moaned. Gary's life up to this morning had been somewhat sheltered, but he was no fool and had learned a fair amount in his eleven years. And one of those things he'd heard about was getting fucked up the butt. He knew that he was about to experience it first hand.

"So, you didn't want to suck it?" Alverez was saying. "That's what you got two ends for. When one gets sore, you switch to the other. I was planing to break you in anyway, so I don't mind."

All fear aside, if he'd been able, Gary would have gotten off the couch. In his boy's nightmares, being raped up the ass was almost as terrifying as being dead and he would have risked death to try and get away. But he couldn't; all his muscles had lost their strength. He was draped over the couch like a piece of limp spaghetti and could do nothing as the man moved behind him. He felt Alverez' hands on his thighs, spreading them apart and lifting his feet off the ground. The man's knees held them open and then he felt his ass cheeks being parted. His mounting terror combined with the pressure of the couch against his middle combined to give him a new shame; he lost control of his bladder and piss flowed out of his cock, soaking the couch underneath him and running down his leg.

"Christ, Boss," Lopez laughed, "The little baby's pissed himself."

"You piss on my couch, you little shit!" Alverez yelled. "You're going to pay for that, but not before I have your ass!"

The man pulled his butt cheeks harder and Gary felt as if the man was trying to rip him in half. He could feel the cool air moving against his sensitive, puckered anus. But then he felt heat there, and knew that the man's greasy cock was knocking at his back door.

"Time to get fucked, boy!" Alverez sneered as he started pushing forward. Gary clenched down, trying to defend his last outpost against the invader, but the pressure was beginning to mount. There was a blast of pain and Alverez' thick cockhead entered him. He screamed in horror and pain.

"Ah! You like a big prick up your little, white, baby-smooth ass!" Alverez said. "Get ready, because you're about to have it all!"

There were ten seconds of raw agony as Alverez pushed his cock all the way up Gary's bottom. He screamed and felt another squirt of piss shoot out as his insides were forced open. Even in his nightmares, he couldn't have imagined this. It wasn't just the pain, bad as it was. It was the feeling of helplessness and shame. What Alverez was doing to him made him feel dirty and worthless. He clawed at the cushions as he felt the man's sweaty balls spank up against his own.

"God, but you got a tight ass," Alverez informed him. "This is going to be the best fuck I've had in months."

Gary felt the man pull back, but there was no relief. Right away, he slammed his tool back in, filling Gary up with thick sausage and slamming his pubic bush against his crack. Gary hoped that it would become easier as the man fucked him, but it didn't. He was rough and Gary did not know how to loosen up his internal muscles. It felt like he was having his anus deflowered by an iron bar. He'd stopped yelling; it had made his throat hurt again and it hadn't done any good, but he was crying softly as the brutal rape continued. Alverez cock seemed to grow even bigger inside of him and for one awful moment, Gary thought he was just going to tear right through him and come out his stomach, but then he felt a hot stream shoot deep inside his bowels as Alverez shouted in pleasure. The drug lord pulled back and his softening prick made a farting sound as it pulled out of Gary's abused boy hole. Gary felt a hot liquid draining out of his bum and he didn't know if it was blood, sperm or both. Any relief he felt was short-lived.

"Can I have a go, Boss?" Lopez asked.

"No, his ass if mine alone for the moment. Later you can have him suck you off, but I have to punish him for pissing on my couch right now."

Gary wondered how any punishment could be worse than what just happened to him, but Alverez was quick to inform him. He moved to the side of the boy and took off his leather belt.

"You pissed on the furniture, brat," he said. "My dog knows better than that. But I had to teach him not to and so I guess I'll have to teach you the same way. You may have a dick and balls like a baby and a smooth baby ass, but you won't piss like a baby if you know what's good for you. But, hey, you're lucky. I beat him with a stick, but you get a three hundred dollar designer belt. You're ass only gets the best, brat. First my dick and now my belt. You got one lucky ass."

Alverez had doubled the belt over in his hand and moved into position. Gary was crying, but couldn't even form the words to plead for mercy. He'd been spanked with a belt before, even bare bottomed once or twice, but he knew that this was going to be much worse.

The belt whistled through the air and struck him in the center of both buttocks. He screamed again. The man had used all his strength and it felt like it. There was another blow, this one just above the first and again he shrieked.

The next one his him just above his thighs, right on the underneath of his bottom. It was the worst yet, but the blows kept coming. Gary tried to move, but he couldn't. From somewhere, he'd gotten the strength to kick his legs, but they scraped uselessly along the floor while his bare bottom was pulverized by the belt. His mind became a red haze of pain and he wondered if it was possible to be spanked to death. He had no idea of how long it went on, but at some point he was aware that though he was still making hoarse croaks, the belt was no longer falling. He opened his eyes and saw someone drop a roll of paper towels next to him.

"You got five minutes," Alverez said. "Then you better get up and clean up that piss. Next time, I'll make you lick it up."

Gary had no sense of time, but as soon as he could move, he rolled of the couch. He couldn't stand properly; his bottom hurt too much. Wiping his pee from the floor wasn't too hard; there was no carpet there for it to soak in to. The couch was a problem because he'd wet up the whole arm. Helplessly, he dabbed at it, but there was no way to dry up. Manuel came over and handed him a spay cleaner.

"Here, use this," he said. "Spray it, wipe it, do it again and then just let it dry. That should take care of it."

"Thank you," Gary whispered, nearly overcome by the minuscule bit of kindness. He did what the man said and then put the cleaning tools down. They had gone back to ignoring him and so he crawled back to his corner and hid. At some point he got the nerve to wipe his bottom with his hand. There was some blood, but not a lot. He'd thought it would be much worse. His cheeks, on the other hand, were badly welted. He was curled up on his side, trying to keep his bottom from coming into contact with anything, but every little move he made hurt him. The sun set and he began to be aware of a new problem; he was very hungry. Manuel was busy in the galley, apparently frying chicken. The smell was making his stomach growl. When he was done cooking, the men sat at the table and started to eat. No-one said anything to Gary and he didn't have the nerve to ask for food. Instead, he pleaded with his eyes, mainly looking at Manuel. Alverez saw him and mocked him; holding up a drumstick and then eating the meat off of it. When he was done, he threw Gary the bone and told him it was all for him. The other men picked up on the idea and soon all of them were throwing Gary their bones. At first he just started at them, but he was very hungry. He saw one piece that still had a fair amount of meat on it. At first he just nibbled on it, but it only made him more hungry. Soon he was going over every bone, finding whatever scrap he could. The men were laughing their heads off, but he didn't care. All to soon, the bones were picked clean, but he was still hungry. Alverez noticed this and put his plate down on the ground. There was still some mashed potatoes and peas on it.

"Hear, doggy. Woof! Woof!" he mocked. Gary crawled over, hoping he wouldn't be kicked as he got close to the man.

"Lick my plate clean, doggy," Alverez said. Gary did it. The food was a little cold, but that didn't stop him. Them making fun of him was not nearly as bad as what they had already done. The other men put their plates down and out of them all, Gary managed to fill himself up. When he was done, Alverez pushed him away with his foot, shooing him back to his spot. Manuel was going to give him a glass of water, but Alverez stopped him, making him put it in a bowl instead and telling Gary that he had to lap it up. It was awkward; a boy's tongue isn't made for lapping the way a dog's is and it took him a while for him to quench his thirst.

"If you need to piss or shit, go outside," Alverez told him. "I won't have you dirtying up my clean bathrooms."

Gary didn't say anything; when he was done drinking water, he went back to his table and curled up. The smugglers spent the evening getting drunk, but they ignored him. It got later and Alverez stumbled down the steps to where the cabins were. Gary had felt the need to pee for some time, but didn't want to draw attention to himself while the drug lord was around. Now, he felt a bit safer; Rico was outside and Lopez and Manuel were quietly gambling with cards. He stood up, trying to be quiet, but they saw him. Lopez just grunted and waved him toward the door with his hand.

It was dark outside. There was a light up on the flybridge where Rico was driving, but the stern was in darkness. Gary made his way to the back, opening the fiberglass gate in the stern and stepping carefully out onto the diving platform. The water was rushing away underneath his feet and fine spray was wetting his ankles. Holding on to the stern with one hand, he peed into the ocean. Just as he was finishing and preparing to turn around, he felt a hard push on his shoulders. He screamed as he fell backwards, expecting to feel the shock of the cold water any second, but instead felt a sharp jerk on his arm and he fell on the wooden platform instead. Gary looked up into the laughing face of Rico.

"Ha, ha, ha! Of that was good! You thought you were going to sleep with the fishes, 'ey, boy?"

Gary was not amused. His heart was still going a hundred miles an hour and his arm hurt. Rico pulled him back into the boat and held his arms tightly.

"You don't like my joke?" he hissed, "Maybe I should make you taste my cock again."

"Please no," Gary begged, "Not again. Not tonight."

"All right, you got the rest of the night off. But think about this," Rico turned the boy around and ran his rough hands over his blistered bottom.

"Your asshole belongs to the boss for now. That's the way he likes it. He gets to break you in. But soon, he'll share. And then, boy, I'm going to stick my cock up you. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand up. Think about that for a while."

He pressed his thumb up against Gary's puffy and abused entrance. It didn't go in, that wasn't what he was trying for, but it hurt nonetheless. Gary shivered when he thought about being raped by this bull.

"Now, get out of my sight," Rico ordered him, turning him around and spanking his bottom three times with his open hand. Gary cried out and scurried back to the cabin. He was sniffing as he made his way back to the table.

"What do you suppose the brat is crying about?" Lopez asked.

"Just Rico having fun, I suppose." Manuel answered.

"Well, he'd better get used to it."

"Here, boy," Manuel said as he got up. He tossed him a blanket a cushion from the couch and Gary wrapped himself up. Listening to the engine hum beneath him, he cried himself to sleep.

Chapter 3

He heard Lopez and Manuel moving about and talking and then Rico's voice was added to the mix as Lopez relieved him at the wheel. It was over an hour later that he heard Alverez. It seemed that the drug lord liked to sleep in. Gary smelled breakfast, but still made no move to get up. He wasn't that hungry and knew they would only make him lick their plates off, anyway. The men ate and then Gary heard footsteps coming his way.

"What's this?" he heard Alverez growl. The blanket was roughly pulled off of him, revealing him cowering on the floor in his naked shame.

"Who gave this dirty little brat my clean blanket to sleep with?" he demanded.

"I did, Boss," Manuel shrugged.

"I don't want this dog stinking up my clean things!" he shouted. "If he wants something to cover up with, give him an old rag! Throw this thing overboard, it's no more good!"

Without comment, Manuel went outside and Gary could see him flinging the blanket off the stern of the boat. Alverez kicked him in the side, causing him to cry out.

"Get up, brat. We need to clean you off."

Gary scrambled to his feet, and stumbled outside with the men. Alverez directed him to stand in the stern and then he picked up a hose. Without warning, he turned it on and directed the spray at Gary. So strong was the pressure that the boy was nearly knocked overboard. He threw his hands up to protect his face from the hard, stinging water. Alverez moved the stream up and down on his body, pausing as he blasted Gary's unprotected little cock. He screamed as his member was assaulted by the shooting water. After a few more seconds, the water stopped and Gary lurched forward.

"That's more water than you're worth, boy. Now you have to earn today's passage."

Gary cringed. He knew this would mean a further assault.

"No, not yet. Not until a bit later," Alverez clarified. "That's too easy. This boat needs cleaning and you're just the one to do it. For this morning, you're a deckhand."

Manuel opened a storage bin and took out a bucket, liquid soap and an wooden-handled mop. He filled the bucket with soap and water and handed it to Gary.

The summer sun beat down on Gary's naked skin as he went about the work. Needless to say, without the benefit of suntan lotion, his fair skin was already starting to turn pink. But he had other things to worry about than a getting sunburn; the men were laughing at him from their perch up on the flybridge, guzzling beers and shouting instructions.

"You better clean the deck good, boy," Alverez threatened as he threw an empty bottle overboard, "Or I'll shove that mop up your ass!"

Gary tried to ignore the men and do as good a job as he was able. It wasn't easy; he'd done his fair share of chores at his house, but he'd never had to clean something like this, and is was a big boat. It seemed to take a long time, but at last he felt that he had done all he could do. He rested the mop against the side of the boat and looked up at Alverez to let him know he was done, hoping that he would be let inside out of the hot sun. But Alverez just shook his head and climbed down to the deck, followed by Rico and Manuel.

"Come up bow with me, boy," he said, "And bring that mop."

Gary did as he was told, feeling a cold knot of dread in his stomach. When they got there, Alverez started pointing around to various spots on the deck.

"You missed a spot there, and there, and there! This is a lousy job. You remember what I told you I'd do if you didn't do it right?"

Gary didn't remember, and in fact there were no spots where Alverez was pointing. The man was simply looking for excuses to do whatever it was he wanted to do. He just hung his head.

"I told you I'd shove the mop up your ass, you little punk. And that's just what I'm going to do!"

Gary looked at the mop that he was holding. Had he heard that right? How would that even be possible? But he saw that the ever helpful Manuel had shown up with the jar of Vaseline and he knew that it was going to happen. With a nasty sneer, Rico pulled the mop away from him and they coated the handle with petroleum jelly.

"Lay down on the ground, brat, and spread your legs if you know what's good for you."

Crying softly, Gary did as Alverez instructed. Every time it seemed as if things couldn't get worse, they did. The hot deck burned his naked skin, especially his unprotected nipples and penis. He heard laughter and then felt the hard end of the mop working its way into his crack.

"Better hold them baby ass cheeks apart, boy," one of the men said. "This thing's going up your ass one way or the other, but it'll be easier for you if you help it along."

Still sobbing, Gary reached back and held his cheeks apart. In a way, this was even worse. It made him feel like he was a willing participant, like he was asking for it by spreading his bottom. The slippery wood came to rest against his boy hole and he felt it being pushed in. It was not as big around as Alverez's cock was and so when it slipped in, it hurt less. But Alverez had aimed better with his prick; the mop handle went in at the wrong angle and Gary howled as it stabbed into the wall of his intestine. His tormentors just laughed and after correcting the angle, pushed it in deeper and deeper. Gary was terrified that he would get a splinter up his ass and would be unable to get it out. He tried to inch his body forward to prevent the wooden shaft from going so deep, but the men were having none of that. One of them stood on his foot and prevented him from moving until Alverez had it as far up him as it could go. His insides hurt from the hard wood.

"Now," Alverez said, "I want you to mop the deck again, and do it properly."

Gary waited for the man to pull the mop out of his ass, but he didn't. He turned his head and saw they were all looking at him expectantly, smirking.

"Well, get up on your feet, boy," Alverez shouted. "And don't let that mop slip out or I'll shove it in deeper!"

At last Gary understood what they wanted, but how could he do it? He got on all fours and felt the weight of the mop press the handle against his insides. He reached behind and held it in place, somehow getting to his feet. He couldn't stand up straight; the mop was too long and so he had to bend slightly at the waist. The men laughed at him, standing there with the mop sprouting from his ass and looking very forlorn.

"Hurry up then, start mopping!" Alverez said as he swigged his beer.

Holding the mop securely in place, Gary started walking, dragging it behind him. It was very uncomfortable and again he worried about splinters. He reached the bow and turned around. This wasn't getting the deck any cleaner than it already was, but he understood that it wasn't the point. Alverez was just being cruel.

"Swing that mop, boy. I want to see you swing it!"

Gary saw that Alverez was squeezing his crotch through his pants. This humiliation was undoubtedly going to lead to something worse, but he tried not to think about it. Slowly at first, then with more force, he swing his hips side to side, sending the mop back and forth. His audience loved that; they laughed and pointed at him as he waved his bare bottom around. Even though he was holding the handle, it still hurt when it reached the end of each swing. He didn't have the leverage to completely check the swing and it wound up pressing against the walls of his butt canal.

"All right, that's good enough," Alverez told him after long minutes of mopping. The man was walking toward him, unzipping his pants. "You've earned a reward. My cock up your ass; I know you want it. Now pull that mop out."

Gary bent over and carefully extracted the mop from his bowels. He was in no hurry to have it replaced, but knew better than delay. It seemed like he was pulling forever; he hadn't fully realized just how far up him it had been.

"Get up there on the prow and bend over," Alverez ordered him. "Time for you to get fucked."

Gary stood at the base of the prow and silently bent over and took hold of the metal railing. The hot chrome burned his hands and he felt dizzy as he looked down at the water rushing underneath him. Salty tears dripped down his cheeks into the dark blue ocean. Looking between his spread legs, he could see Alverez right behind him, standing in the storage area where the bowline was kept. This had the effect of lowering him a bit; bringing his cock to the same level as Gary's opened ass. He felt the man's hot, sweaty hands on his hips and then the slippery heat of his hard sausage pressing against his rectum. There was no denying the man; the broom had opened him up and Alverez had no trouble forcing his way in. Gary whimpered as he was invaded again. The cock didn't go in as deep as the mop had, but it was much thicker. He cried out as his ass was stretched open to accommodate the plunging tool.

"Hold on tight, brat," Alverez warned him, "Or I might just fuck your ass overboard!"

Right away Gary felt the man pull back and then thrust in again. He screamed in fresh agony but again and again he felt the pile-driver pound up inside him. His head was hanging low and he could see Alverez' drooping balls swinging back and forth as they slapped up against his body. His feet hurt from the deck and the sun was still burning his back. But none of it compared to the tearing heat that was coming from his bottom as he was raped. He held on for dear life, afraid to fall into the sea to be dashed underneath the boat and at the same time wondering if it would be any worse than this grotesque torture that he was being made to submit to. Gary tried to pretend that it wasn't happening, but the steel hard dick up his rear proved otherwise.

At last he heard Alverez grunt and shoot his load up inside him. He pulled out and then yanked Gary upright by his arm. The boy hadn't expected that; he nearly lost his balance and cried out, fearing that he would fall overboard after all. He swung his arms and regained his footing. Alverez was putting himself away, but now Lopez was moving forward.

"Say, Boss, what about us?"

"I told you, his ass is mine for now. But you can do what you want with his mouth."

While Gary was relived to know that he wasn't going to be fucked again, his jaw still ached from the day before. Having to suck all these men off was going to be agony.

"Here," Lopez said, pointing to a seat built into the deck, "Sit here brat. And I expect you to suck me real good for sparing your knees."

Gary sat down, whimpering as the hot vinyl touched his sunburned skin. It was better than having to kneel, at least. Lopez was in front of him with his dick out and Gary wasted no time going down on it. It wasn't as bad as the day before; he had some idea of what to do and his hair and ears weren't being pulled on. But it was far from enjoyable and eventually the man came. That was the part Gary hated most; having to swallow the smugglers' salty loads. It made him feel corrupted on the inside as well as outside. It was as if no part of him was left undefiled. Manuel was next, and then Rico. Rico was rough, forcing him to take all of his massive cock and laughing when he choked on it. But when he was done, they left him go inside out of the sun. The cool air of the cabin soothed his sunburn at first, but then it made him cold. Manuel came in at some point and gave him some bread and cheese, which he wolfed down. Seeing him shiver, he also gave him an old beach towel. It didn't cover Gary properly, but he found if he scrunched up, it did the trick. Crying to himself, he hid back under the table.

For the rest of the day, the men left Gary alone. At one point, Rico went down to sleep and he took advantage of this to go outside and use the bathroom again. Lopez laughed at the sight of him balancing off of the diving platform, but at least he didn't bother him. He only got scraps for dinner, but they let him use his hands to eat with. After that, Alverez made him get under the table and suck his cock. That was awkward; the table top was only a few inches above the man's lap and Gary kept bumping his head and the other smugglers kept kicking him. When he'd had Alverez cum in his mouth, his stomach was soon filled with two other loads as he serviced Manuel and Lopez, too. He was just thankful that Rico was outside. Soon after that, he was allowed to go to sleep, tough with only the towel to cover him, he was miserable.

When he woke up the next morning, more of his spirit had gone. This hell seemed never-ending and he saw no way out. The men all demanded a morning blowjob and since they had been outside, Gary had been obliged to kneel on the hard fiberglass deck. As usual, Rico was the worst. No mater how many times he had the monster's meat in his mouth, it never got any easier to take. And Rico was always so brutal, bashing his lip against his teeth, smothering him with his sweaty pubic hairs and banging his big balls against his chin. This time he added something new; after shooting his hot load down his throat, he made Gary stay there in front of him, looking at Rico holding his slimy prick as it became flaccid. Gary wondered what this was about; the thick dark cock was going soft, a few remaining drops of cum dripping off the end. Clearly he was not expecting another blowjob. For a second, Gary saw its mouth spring open and then he was hit in the face with a hot stream of yellow piss.

He cried out in shock and disgust and clamped his eyes and mouth shut. Rico pissed on his hair, down his face, on his shoulders and then all over his chest. The strong smell of ammonia invaded his nostrils and he fought the urge to gag. Rico stopped and Gary just knelt there with the man's urine dripping off of him.

"Christ, Rico, what'd you do that for?" he heard Manuel ask.

"I felt like it," he sneered back.

"The boss isn't going to like him smelling like your piss."

"Well, wash the brat off, then," he said. "I have to get back to the wheel."

Gary heard the man walk away and opened his eyes. Manuel took out the hose and told him to stand in the stern. He sprayed him off, but not with as much force as Alverez had the day before.

"Stay out here 'till you're dry," Manuel advised him, "Go up bow, or something."

Gary did as the man suggested. With Alverez back inside and Rico in the flybridge, the bow seemed the safest place to be. Of course, the morning sun was making his sunburn worse, but there just wasn't any shade for him to hide in. Lopez replaced Rico around noon and told him to go inside.

Manuel silently handed him a sandwich, which he wolfed down before someone could take it away from him. Alverez and Rico were playing cards, betting large sums of money. From his spot under his table, Gary watched them.

One game seemed to go on longer than usual. There was a big pile of money in the center of the table and they were looking at each other warily. Finally, Alverez threw in a wad of money.

"I raise you," he said. "Five thousand and the brat's ass if your hand wins."

Rico's eyes lit up and Gary sucked in his breath.

"Really? If I win, I can do what I want with him?"

"Only if you win, which you won't. So what, are you in?"

"Yea, I'm in. Here's five thousand," Rico said as he threw in a wad of his own money, "And another two thousand for the brat's ass."

"Beat a flush," Alverez said as he threw down his cards.

"I think a full house would do it," Rico said, laying down his own cards.

"Oh, well, you win. Have your fun."

"Thank you, Boss!" Rico gathered up the money and turned to Gary.

"Come over here, boy," he ordered him.

With silent tears already forming, Gary came over.

"The boss was right," he said. "You do have a lucky ass. I've just won it in this game. So you know what happens now?"

Miserably, Gary nodded.

"Then say it!" Rico snapped.

"I get fucked by you," he whispered.

"Right! Lucky you!"

Rico stood up and cleared off the table. Taking Gary by his sides, he picked him up and dropped him face down on it. His legs were dangling over the edge and he had to hold on to keep from sliding off. Turning his head, he could see Rico pushing his pants down to his knees. His mushroom-headed cock was already engorged and he was greasing it up. He shuddered as he felt the man's heavy hands take hold of his butt cheeks and pry them open.

"No, please, no," he moaned as he felt the enormous organ probing at his anus.

"Oh, shut up!" Rico snarled, slapping his bottom with one hand while he held him down with the other. The force that was being applied against him was tremendous. Gary was being pushed down against the hard wood and his poor little dick was crushed between his body and the unyielding table top. The tearing feeling when it finally popped in caused Gary to emit an ear-piercing shriek. This was so much worse than Alverez! But Rico didn't let up. He continued to spank Gary's ass while he pushed his steel-hard meat inside him, making him scream all the way. The boy didn't think it was ever going to end; even the broom hadn't gone in as deep as this monster was! At last he realized that Rico's balls were pressed against him and that he was in as deep as he could go. He whimpered; his arms were now limp, but Rico's body was pinning him to the table. There was a painful withdrawal and then the smuggler slammed himself in deep again, causing Gary to shriek anew. For long minutes, the relentless ramming took place and Gary screamed the whole time. It was raw agony, so bad that he didn't even notice when the man came. All he knew was that all off a sudden, the raping cock was pulled out of his reamed rump and he slid off the table in a heap.

"That was worth it, Boss. Thanks!" Rico said as he pulled his pants back up and went outside.

"Oh, shut up," Alverez said to the sobbing boy. "Get back to your spot; you're getting cum all over the carpet!"

Gary somehow made his way back under his table. The pain in his bottom was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. He had stopped hoping for rescue and was now beginning to wonder if he wouldn't be better off dead. At least this torture would be over. He didn't eat that night; he was too afraid to come out and get the scraps he was offered. And when he slept, if was more like passing out so worn out was he, both emotionally and physically.

Chapter 4

"Get up, boy," he told him, "The boss wants you downstairs."

With Manuel's help, he stumbled down the steps and was led into a small bathroom.

"We're going to be in Ft. Lauderdale in an hour or so," the drug lord told him, "And I don't need you trying to yell for help or escape. I'm going to tie you up and leave you down here."

"Please, just let me go," Gary pleaded. "I swear to God I won't tell anybody anything."

"I don't want to let you go, brat," Alverez said as he slapped him across the face hard, causing him to start crying. "So give it up. Manuel, hold his hands behind him."

Manuel turned him firmly around and brought his arms together behind him. Gary heard the sound of tape being unwound then felt his wrists being bound together with the sticky strips. Next they forced him to the floor and bound his ankles together, too.

"This should keep his mouth shut, too, boss," Manuel said as he wrapped a wide strip around his head, sealing his mouth shut. The chemical smell from the tape made Gary feel sick to his stomach.

"Christ, I just thought of something," Alverez said. "What if the brat shits or pisses?"

"Well, piss would just go down the drain," Manuel pointed out, "As for shit, well, why not just plug him up?"

"Good idea! Do it."

Manuel got a wooden-handled plunger from by the toilet and coated it with Vaseline. Then he turned the whimpering boy on his front, parted his ass, and forced the plunger deep inside him.

"If that's not still stuck up you when I get back, I'm going to tear you a new asshole," he threatened.

Gary was left alone on the cold, wet floor. The area by the toilet smelled of piss and the boy soon added his own to the mix. He heard other boats around them and then they pulled into a dock. Gary felt the boat stop and heard other voices. He tried to shout through the gag, but it was no use. All he could do was moan. He tried using his tongue to get it off, but it was too tight. As the day wore on, his arms and legs had fierce cramps and he had to piss again. He was also very aware of the wooden rod shoved up his ass. Once he had tried to lay on his back, but that caused it to jab him painfully. Already sore from Rico's assault the day before, his bottom could take no more. He turned back on his side and cried.

Later that afternoon, Gary heard the engines fire back to life and the boat pulled away from the dock. Then there were footsteps and Alverez and Lopez were outside the door.

"Tell me again where Juarez got this new cook from?" Alverez was asking.

"He just told me that he was family and very trustworthy," Lopez answered. "You said you wanted a cook for the boat and I asked him to find us one when we stopped in on the way up."

"Well, I hope he can do better than the shit Manuel cooks," Alverez said as he opened the door. Gary looked up at the man. He was holding his dagger and reached down and cut the boy loose. When he tore the hair from his head, it took a fair amount of hair with it, but Gary was too busy rubbing his stiff wrists to even notice. Lopez roughly pulled out the plunger, causing Gary to squeal as he did.

"Go outside and do whatever you need to do, brat," Alverez told him as he handed him the plunger, "And take this with you and clean it."

It was hard for Gary to walk after being tied up all day, but he stumbled up the stairs. He barely noticed the man standing at the sink washing dishes. If he had looked, he would have seen a tall Latino in his late twenties with a very surprised expression on his face.

"Don't you worry about him," Alverez said to the man as he passed. "That's just the deckhand."

Gary did what he needed to do, looking despairingly at the departing Florida coastline. He tried to summon the nerve to jump overboard, but he knew that he would never make it. Instead he went back inside and crept under his table. Alverez went outside and Gary heard the cook asking Manuel where he'd come from. Manuel told him an abbreviated version of his kidnapping and remarked that the boss liked having boys to screw, but had never had a white one before. The cook shrugged and went back to his work.

When supper came, the man prepared six plates and seemed annoyed when Alverez wouldn't let him give one to Gary.

"The brat eats what we leave him," the drug lord said.

"Sorry, Boss, I didn't know. But the boy may as well eat this now, since I cooked it."

"Let him wait until we're done. Then you can give it to him."

So when the others were finished, the cook silently handed him a plate with a juicy steak on it. It was only warm and the potato was cold, but it was the best thing Gary had eaten in days. He ate it all, even the fat which he used to push to the side at home. The cook slipped him a soda while the other men were pouring down rum. They all got wasted and loud. Alverez stood up and signaled Gary to come to him as he wobbled on his feet.

"Come, boy," he said. Gary expected the worst, but instead Alverez pushed him in front of him, down the steps. He led him to his berth and fell on the bed.

"Get me some Vaseline, brat," he slurred, "Unless you want me to fuck you dry."

Gary went into the bathroom and found what the man had asked for. More than ever, he felt like a slave, something that existed only to serve this horrible man's twisted whims. He went and handed the petroleum jelly to the intoxicated drug lord. Alverez had taken off his clothes and for the first time, Gary was seeing him naked. It wasn't a pretty sight; his belly was fat and sagged and his flabby ass was extremely hairy. Taking the Vaseline, the man smeared his sausage with it and pulled Gary onto the bed. When the boy was laying face down, the man got on top of his and spread his legs. Once again, Gary felt himself being entered.

It didn't hurt as bad this time; after Rico nothing would, but it was still terrible. Alverez' full weight was on top of him, crushing him as the man humped him. His breath stunk of rum and with every pant, Gary got a nose full of it. Because he was so drunk, it took a long time. Alverez got sweaty and the rancid perspiration dripped all over Gary, soaking him. The endless pounding up his bottom continued for close to an hour before the man finally shot his weak load.

"Boy, you are one dead fuck," Alverez slurred as he kicked Gary out of the bed. The boy fell to the carpeted floor with a thud.

"When we get home, I think I'll turn you over to the field crew. They might like you."

Within a minute of that, Gary heard the man snoring. Finding some tissues in the darkness, he cleaned up his greasy bottom and lay down on the floor. The only thing to cover up with that he could find was a used towel. He tried to get some sleep, but it was impossible. With every passing moment, he knew that the United States was being left further behind. As long as they'd been off the coast of his home country, he'd entertained some hope, however slim, that he would be rescued. Now that last, fragile comfort was gone. He was going to a foreign land where he didn't even speak the language. Even if Alverez let him live, he'd never see his home again. Shivering from the chill of the air conditioning, the shattered boy pulled the wet towel tighter around his nude body.

Gary didn't know how much time had passed; certainly he hadn't gone to sleep, when he was disturbed by a muffled bang. Almost instantly, he could tell that the way the boat was moving had been affected. So, seemingly, did Alverez.

Apparently having been awakened by the noise, the man was muttering in Spanish. The yacht's forward motion seemed to be getting slower and it was pounding more as it went through the waves. Clearly, something was wrong. Alverez sat up and turned on the lamp, swearing under his breath. Gary closed his eyes against the bright light, but he could hear the man getting out of his bed. Opening his eyelids a crack, he saw the man putting on a robe and opening the door. All of a sudden the drug lord was swearing and calling out the names of his men. Gary realized that the yacht had stopped moving and wished that he could find out what was going on, but he didn't dare leave the cabin. He knew that he'd be severely beaten if he did.

Alverez was banging on doors and Gary heard Lopez answer with a voice full of sleep.

"Get up, you dumb shit!" Alverez shouted. "Something is wrong!"

Gathering his nerve, Gary peeked out the open door and saw Lopez stumble out of his cabin and follow Alverez up the stairs.

"Rico! What the fuck!" Alverez said as reached the upstairs cabin.

"The bastard killed Manuel," Rico said in a voice so weak that Gary had to strain to hear it, "Then he tried to kill me. He stuck this knife in me, but I got away. He's put a hole in the boat. We're sinking."

"That motherfucker! He is so dead! Where is the bastard?"

"He was in the stern. Watch out Boss, he has another knife."

"Well, I have a gun and so does Lopez. Hang on, man, this won't take long."

Gary's heart was pounding. His first instinct was to crawl back into the cabin and hide until this was all over. People were being killed up there. But the cook had given him a steak, he had been kind to him. Right now it was two or three against one. Gary had to try and help. He saw the dagger Alverez had cut him loose with earlier and wrapped his hand around the hilt. Clutching it to his chest, the naked boy crept out of the cabin. Up above him, he could hear Lopez and the drug lord discussing strategy.

"Do you see him there, behind that chair?" Alverez was saying.

"I think so, Boss."

"You rush out, shot at him and I'll back you up."

Gary reached the stairs and climbed up just far enough to see what was going on. Lopez flung open the door and rushed out, firing his gun, BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

BOOM!!!!!

The dark night was lit up with a huge orange explosion from behind the yacht. Gary saw chunks of the tender falling from the sky and realized that the man had ruptured the gas tank on the tender.

"Oh, shit, Boss! He's not…," Lopez' last words were cut off by two sharp retorts from a gun and Gary saw him fall to the deck.

"Cocksucker!" Alverez screamed. "So you're up there, are you! I'll get you, now."

Gary saw the man run out the door and around the side of the cabin, staying under the protection of the overhang. He and the cook shot at each other, trading single shots as they tried to hit each other. Gary climbed up the rest of the steps. He could see Rico laying bleeding on the floor in the middle of the room, not moving. There was no way he was going anywhere near the man, so he found an open window and climbed out of it.

The drug lord was on the starboard side and the boy crept towards him. Each time one of the guns went off, he jumped, but he kept moving. Now he could see the man; his open robe flapping in the breeze. Alverez was looking up at the flybridge and didn't see the boy crawling toward him.

Gary was right behind him now, almost underneath him. He thought about all that this man had done to him; how much he had suffered. The drug lord was a monster, the closest thing to pure evil that the boy was ever likely to encounter. Gary started shaking with rage and held the dagger so tightly it hurt his hand. Something must have alerted Alverez because his eyes darted down for a moment. His eyes widened in shock as he beheld his doom. With a primal scream from the depths of his soul, Gary drove the dagger upwards; right into the raping bastard's asshole.

Alverez shrieked in pain and fired his gun wildly to the side. Gary had sunk the knife so deep the hilt was against the drug lord's ass and he let go, revolted at the touch of the man's sweaty skin. In slow motion, the man began to topple over. To Gary it seemed to take forever; Alverez' face was filled with fear as he toppled over and into the sea. With a loud splash, his body landed in the ocean waves. His head broke the surface and he was screaming.

"My legs! I can't…"

His mouth filled with water and his head went beneath the waves. The last Gary saw of the man was his hands, still madly flailing about; clenching and unclenching as they disapproved forever into the depths.

"Oh, good job, kid!" Gary heard the cook shout from above him. He threw himself against the side, still afraid that the man might shoot him. What he didn't notice was that the window behind him was open and that there was a hand reaching out for him.

He felt a hard yank on his legs and he fell over and was dragged back inside. Yelling in fear, he turned to his unseen tormentor.

It was Rico, but he looked horrible. He was covered with blood, bleeding from at least two wounds; one in his thigh and the other in his side. Also, his face had been cut and his nostril and mouth were laying open. The man had taken off his pants and shirt to bind his wounds and his nakedness made him look like a demon from the darkest pits of Hell.

"I am not going to die without taking you with me!" he hissed, spraying Gary with blood from his ruined face. His hands found the boy's throat and started to squeeze.

Gary couldn't breathe; his hands beat at the man, but Rico's hands had a death grip on his windpipe. He turned his head, hoping to see the cook coming, but he wasn't there yet. Instead, he saw the knife that had been used to wound Rico laying on the couch just next to him. With straining fingers, he grasped at the bloody handle. At first he didn't think he was going to be able to reach it, but then he felt the sticky plastic and grasped it firmly with his right hand. His consciousness was slipping and he did the first thing he thought of. With his left hand he grabbed the monster's prick and nuts and pulled on them. Rico laughed.

"It's going to take more than that to save you, brat!" he sneered.

Then his sneer turned into gasp of shock and pain as Gary slashed through his flesh, cutting off both his cock and balls, emasculating him. With primitive savagery, Gary held up his prize in his hand and then shoved them into the man's screaming mouth. The choking hands let go and then Gary saw the man being pulled off him and thrown across the cabin. The cook aimed his gun and Rico's head and put a single bullet in his brain.

"Come on, kid," the man said as he held out his hand in an unthreatening way. "We've got to get off this thing before it goes down."

Despite days of abuse, there was still some spirit left in Gary. Putting and end to his chief tormentor had given him back some of his self esteem and pride. He was still very wounded emotionally, but not so badly so that he would turn down an offer of help. The man might hurt him, but then again, he might not. He reached for the cook's hand and the man pulled him to his feet.

"What do we do?" Gary asked, looking at the still-blazing boat tied to the rear of the sinking yacht.

"Time for plan 'B'," the man said as he lead Gary around to the side of the ship. He pointed to a pair of Jet Skis that were secured in the corner of the deck.

"Have you ever ridden one of those?" he asked. Gary shook his head.

"Well, we'll just have to take one, then. Hang on, I need to get a few things."

Gary stood there uncertainly as the man rushed back into the cabin. He had Rico's blood on him and he desperately tried to wipe it off with a rag. In less than three minutes the cook was back. He was holding a briefcase, a flashlight and a large gas container. He put them down and then knelt next to the boy.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked.

"Gary," he told him, hearing his name aloud for the first time since this whole ordeal had begun.

"Gary, my name is Diego. I'm going to get you out of here. I wanted to take the tender, but that's been blown up. There are some small islands to the east and I have enough gas here for us to reach them on one of those Wave Runners. Now I can't launch it because it's too heavy, but as the boat sinks beneath us, it will float. Can you be brave and hold on to me while that happens?"

Gary nodded. Diego shined the flashlight at the Wave Runners and filled the tank of one of them. He put the briefcase and the half empty gas container in the storage compartment and seeing more room, he went back into the cabin. The yacht was sinking quite quickly now; the deck was tilting underneath Gary and he was finding it harder to keep his balance. The bow was now under water and Diego came back out of the cabin with a large bag. After he stowed it with the other stuff, he looked at Gary. The boy was shivering, partly from fear and partly from the cold night air. Diego took his shirt off and put it on Gary, giving him a small hug as he did so. Then he cut loose the Jet Ski and slid it to the front of the deck and sat on it.

"Get behind me," he told Gary.

The boy did as he was told, getting right behind the man and wrapping his thin arms tightly around the man's bare middle. Water started to spill over the sides of the boat, wetting Gary's feet.

"Hang on," Diego said. He pressed a button and the water craft purred to life. They were bobbing in the rapidly filling stern and Diego pushed them to the edge. As soon as there was enough water, he put the thing into forward and they slid out of the yacht and into the open water. Gary turned his head and saw the stern with the name Shark's Tooth sink as the boat plunged downward. The still burning tender was pulled forward and then down. The last thing Gary saw was the antenna on the top of the flybridge and then the ship of horrors was swallowed by the ocean.

"Let's get out of here," Diego said. He turned his wrist and the Jet Ski accelerated over the waves. Soon they were flying over the water. Gary was cold and wet, but he'd never felt so exhilarated in his life. Keeping a tight grip on Diego, he pressed his face and chest against the man's back for warmth. Looking to the left, he found the North Star. He made no effort to keep track of time. The whole thing seemed like a dream, anyway. A very surreal dream. The moon rose up, a waxing gibbous that illuminated the crystal seas.

"Look, Gary!" Diego said, pointing to the side.

Gary looked, expecting to see land, but instead saw a trio of dolphins racing them. The boy laughed in delight as the saw the graceful creatures leaping out of the waves, diving up and down. He could have sworn that they were smiling at him. Shortly after the dolphins left them, Diego called out again, this time pointing ahead and to the right of them. This time Gary could see an uneven break in the horizon. In the middle of it was a flashing light.

"That's Cay Sal! We're almost there, kid!" Diego told him. He turned the craft slightly so they were heading right for the island. Gary watched as it became bigger and soon Diego was slowing down as they approached the shore.

"Hang on, I'm going to try and find a beach," the man said as he motored down the rocky shore. Soon he saw a little cove and turned into it. He drove right up onto the sand and jumped off.

"Can you stand?" he asked Gary. The boy nodded and got onto the beach. Diego pulled the Jet Ski up as far up as he could and then tied it to a rocky outcrop. He took out the stuff he had salvaged and put them down above the high tide line. He opened the bag and put a few things in his pockets.

"There's a shelter near the light," he told the boy. "That's where we have to go. But it'll be over rock. I'll have to carry you."

Moving over by Gary, he got down and the boy climbed onto his broad back. He held on as Diego stood up, holding on with his hands while the man supported his legs. The shirt was hitched up and Gary's naked dick and balls were pressed against Diego's skin, giving the boy a pleasant tingle in his groin. They walked over the sand, leaving a single set of footprints in the moonlight. When they go higher, Gary got his first look at the island.

It was very flat with no more than scrub vegetation on it. He could see the flashing light on top of a small metal tower ahead of them and beneath that what appeared to be a small building. Diego headed for it and Gary rested his head against the man's face. In fifteen minutes time they had reached it and Diego set him down. It was an old concrete building with an open doorway and window in the front. They went in and Diego shone his flashlight around. There were a pile of boxes in one corner of the room and in the other a stack of blankets.

"I was hoping this stuff would be here," Diego remarked as he went over to the blankets. He began laying them out, making a thick bed and patted it, signaling to Gary that he should sit down.

"Are you hungry or thirsty?" he asked.

"Yes, both," Gary said and he produced a small bottle of water and some chocolate bars from his pockets. He and Gary each had one and then shared the water.

"Who are you?" Gary asked as he gulped down the fresh water.

"I'll explain everything in the morning," Diego promised. "But right now, you should try and sleep. You can barely keep your eyes open."

"'kay," Gary mumbled as the man gently pulled him down on the blankets. They did feel so nice and soft. Diego covered him up, making him feel toasty warm. He was aware of the man laying next to him and holding him with his arm. Feeling safe and secure, Gary went to sleep.

Chapter 5

"Would you like some breakfast?" he asked. Gary nodded and he brought out some bread and cheese. While he ate, Diego told him his story.

He was a cop, he said. He worked for the Broward County Sheriff's Department. He'd been working undercover trying to smash a drug ring. He'd gotten enough on one man to make him turn and become a double agent. That was how he'd been hired on by Alverez. His job was to try and get as much information as he could and then bust them. But the presence of Gary had changed everything. Diego wasn't prepared to sit by while the boy was being hurt. If Alverez had left the boy upstairs, he'd have just taken him, knocked out the driver and gone. But he was down in the drug lord's cabin, and he couldn't risk taking him from there. Instead, he'd planned to sink the boat get him away when they reached land.

Unfortunately, Manuel had caught him in the bow. He'd had no choice but to kill the man. But the noise had attracted Rico, who saw the blood on his hands. They'd fought and he'd stabbed Rico and then went up to the flybridge where he'd hidden a gun earlier. The rest Gary knew, though he was pleased to hear Diego praise his efforts as heroic.

"I couldn't have done it without you, kid," he concluded.

Gary hugged the man and started to cry. He started telling his own story, every horrific detail. Several times he had to stop when it became too much, but Diego held him in his lap the whole time comforting him as his tale poured out.

"You poor, little boy," he murmured at the end of it. He'd only guessed at what had gone on and it was much worse than he'd thought. He was glad the fuckers were all dead.

Gary did not want to let go of the Diego. Telling the story had made him feel a little better, but the man's strong arms made him feel safe. At last, he got himself under control. He was aware that he was naked from the waist down and Diego was taking his shirt off.

"There's a barrel of fresh water outside," he was saying. "You may feel better if we wash you off."

Gary nodded. His skin did feel sticky from the salt and the sunburn was still painful. Diego let him outside to the side of the building. The barrel had collected water from a rusty guttering around the roof and was nearly full. Diego had a plastic bucket and he stood there while the man poured the cold water over his naked body. It did feel good to get clean and he imagined that he was washing the defilement from his skin. When he was clean, Diego casually took off his pants and washed himself.

Gary could not help looking at the man. He was trim and muscled with a light covering of body hair. Like Gary's, his dick was circumcised. Unlike the veiny organs of the smugglers, Gary found himself admiring the way Diego's looked. His eyes shifted and he was aware that Diego had caught him staring. He turned away in shame, but the man came over and turned him back around.

"It's all right to look," he said softly. "I don't mind."

"You look nice," the boy whispered.

"Thank you, Gary. So do you."

Gary blushed at this, but not in shame. Diego picked him up again and carried him back into the building. After setting him down on the makeshift bed again, he opened the bag and brought out a first-aid kit.

"I'm not a doctor," he said, "But I have had some training. I'd like to look over you to see if you are hurt, if that's all right with you."

"It's all right," Gary told him.

Diego gently placed the boy face down over his lap. He ran his fingers over the welts from where he'd been stuck by the belt. They had gone down some, but still hurt.

"Let me see what I can do for these," Diego said as he opened the kit. He took out a tube of salve and carefully rubbed it over the red stripes. Already, Gary could feel the relief from the dull pain. Also, he found he was enjoying Diego's gentle hand on his bottom. His groin started tingling again. Diego rubbed the ointment in for close to five minutes and Gary enjoyed every moment of the man's ministrations. Then he moved his hand inside the cleft of the boy's buttocks.

"I need to see if they've hurt you here," he added. "Do you mind?"

"No," Gary said, "I don't mind." In truth he was a little embarrassed for the man to be looking at his hole, but he understood that it was necessary. Diego parted his cheeks and ran his finger carefully around the rim.

"It's quite bruised," Diego told him, "But it's not torn, thank God. It will heal without stitches. Let me put something on it."

Gary saw him take out another tube and put a bunch of ointment on his finger. Then he parted Gary's cheeks again and started working it around his backdoor.

"I have to put some inside," he said to the boy. "Tell me if it hurts."

Gary felt the man's slippery finger ease its way inside him. The man was very careful and did it slowly. Instead of being painful, to the prone boy it actually felt nice. His dick was tingling more and for the first time, he suspected that it was growing.

After coating his insides, Diego withdrew his finger and took out some Solacaine. He squirted the cool lotion on Gary's back and started rubbing it all over his body. As more of his skin was coated with it, the boy felt the soothing relief. Diego massaged him, taking away his pain with the healing salve. Now Gary was sure that his cock was getting hard, but he was enjoying the man's touch too much to worry about it.

After treating the back of the boy's legs, Diego turned him over and sat next to him on the bed. While he clearly saw Gary's hard-on, he made no comments. He just squeezed out more Solacaine on his chest and went to work on his front. Gary looked into his black eyes and smiled. The man's hands got lower and soon reached the boy's hairless pubis. Diego casually took Gary's erection in one hand and lifted it up so he could coat the smooth skin it was laying on, then let it fall back. He went down to his thighs and legs before returning to his middle.

"Do you want me to put some on that?" he asked with a slight grin, pointing at Gary's lightly sunburned penis.

"Please," the boy answered, half worried that he wouldn't do it, and half worried that he would. In any case, Diego squeezed out more of the lotion into his hands and went to work on Gary's meat. He closed his eyes and purred as the man's fingers began working the cream into his dick and balls. It wasn't just the cool relief, it was the exciting feeling of Diego's firm fingers and hand rubbing over him that felt so good. His breathing increased and he gave a little cry.

"Do you want me to stop?" Diego asked.

"No!" Gary said. He wanted this to go on forever. He lay there for long minutes while the man explored his little rod, rubbing every inch of it and the surrounding skin. The good feelings only got better, building up until he could take no more. Something happened and he felt a warm rush of pleasure spread outward from his cock. He cried out as he arched his back upwards, savoring the delights of his first dry orgasm. As the feeling ebbed, he looked up at Diego with adoration in his eyes. No-one had ever made him feel that good before.

"That was… great!" he gushed.

"I take it you had never had that happen before," Diego asked.

"No, never. I had no idea…"

He turned on his side and looked at the still-naked man. Diego's cock had gotten hard at some point during his masturbation of the boy as was standing proudly out; bouncing as he moved. Very slowly, Gary started to move his head towards it. With the other men, he had felt revulsion, but now he was feeling just the opposite. Would the man let him touch him? Would he be angry?

"Gary…" Diego said gently as the boy's head got close to his erection.

"I'm sorry!" Gary gasped, pulling back in fright and embarrassment.

"No," Diego clarified. "You don't have to be sorry about anything. You haven't done anything wrong."

"It's just… you were… and I thought… that you might want me to," Gary stammered.

"It's not that I didn't want you to, I didn't want you to do that after what happened to you."

"But… but I wanted to do it to you," Gary admitted, wondering if he should feel ashamed by this, "It's not like before."

Diego reached over and pulled the naked boy next to him.

"Is it really something you want to do?" he asked as he looked Gary straight in the eyes. "Because you don't have to, you know."

"Yes," Gary told him. "I want to forget them. I want to remember you."

Diego smiled understandingly at him and leaned back on his hands, parting his legs. Gary looked from the man's face to his throbbing tool. Slowly, he moved his head back towards it and wrapped his hand around the base. It felt pleasantly hot in his hand. With growing confidence, he put the head of it in his mouth. Unlike the others' Diego's cock was clean and smelled nice. Gary sucked on the head and moved his lips further down the shaft. Even though is was substantial, he was able to take it all, even without discomfort. His head bobbed up and down in Diego's lap, running his lips and tongue along the entire length of the man's penis. Diego moaned in pleasure as the kid sucked him off, lifting his hips slightly, offering his manhood to the boy.

For Gary, this was night and day to his previous experiences. No-one was forcing him, bashing against his teeth or choking him. It was just two people sharing with each other. Diego's motions became more rapid and Gary knew he was approaching his climax. It never occurred to him to take the pulsing penis out of his mouth; he waited for the eruption and happily swallowed the gushing cum. Even this was different; it seemed to Gary as it slid down his throat into his stomach that it was warming him inside, healing him. He took his mouth off Diego and looked up at the man. He was smiling and pulled Gary into a tight embrace.

"Thank you very much," he whispered into the boy's ear.

"I liked doing it to you," Gary confided, "And I liked what you did to me, too."

They lay down and held each other silently for several minutes. Gary was content just to feel the strong man against him and to be able to hug him back. When they did finally sit back up, they shared a chocolate bar and some water.

"Diego," Gary asked, "How are we going to get off this island? Are we going to take the Jet Ski?"

"Oh, I should have told you," Diego answered. "I've flown a signal flag. See that sign?"

He was pointing to a large sign on the wall behind them. It was white plastic with faded black letters. Gary hadn't noticed it up to that point. There were three paragraphs; one in English, the second one apparently in Spanish and the third in a language that he didn't recognize.

"There was a red signal flag by the sign," Diego explained. "That sign says to fly the flag if anyone winds up on the island. They get a lot of refugees washing up here. That's why they keep these emergency supplies."

"What's the third set of words there?"

"That's Creole. It's what Haitians speak. More of them seem to wind up here than anyone else."

"Who's going to find us?"

"Either the Coast Guard or the Bahamas Defense Force. Cay Sal is part of the Bahama Islands. One of them should come by in the next couple of days."

They sat in the hut and talked for the next couple of hours. Gary told Diego about his family and they talked about how worried they must be about him. Diego told him how his parents had come from Cuba after the revolution and how he'd grown up in Miami. They ate lunch and then got dressed and went outside to explore. Gary saw the red signal flag that Diego had run up the flagpole and right above that a somewhat faded banner that the man told him was the flag of the Bahamas. Diego had to carry him over the rocks, but Gary didn't mind at all. He liked the feeling of his bare middle rubbing against the man's back.

There really wasn't much to see. To the west was the ocean and to the east the shallow, azure waters of the Cay Sal Bank. There was very little to the island itself; a rocky coast with a few nice little beaches and scrubby trees. The building and light were on the highest point and that couldn't have been more than fifteen feet above sea level. They checked the Jet Ski and saw that it was O.K. Gary wanted to go for a swim and so they went to the bank side and went splashing into the water. The water was crystal clear and the bottom was smooth and sandy. Diego had Gary keep the shirt on to protect his sunburn, but he took his shorts of and swam naked. They laughed, swam about and enjoyed themselves for a full hour. Then Gary started swimming up to Diego, trying to get the man to hold him. He soon got the picture and their bodies were rubbing against each other. In not time at all, both of them were sporting boners. They floated in the water, one facing the other while they fondled each other's hard cocks. But as pleasant as it was, salt water is not the best place to complete a sex act. Diego asked the boy if he wanted to go back to the hut and he said yes.

The trip back was much more fun. Gary held Diego's pants while he rubbed his stiff rod against the man's back. Diego's own hard dick bounced and swayed as he walked and Gary watched the for the whole ride. Back in the hut, the man laid him down on the blankets and took Gary's boyhood in his mouth. The boy was ecstatic; it felt so great! Diego was slow and tender as he performed mouthlove on him. Not only did he take Gary's cock, but he licked and sucked his balls, too. Even quicker than before, he reached orgasm; his little rod pulsing dryly in Diego's mouth. Right away, he swung into action, going down on Diego, lapping the salt off his dick and balls. For a few minutes the man lay there, letting Gary have his way with him, but then he swung the boy's body around and started to suck him again. Rather than finding it distracting, the sixty-nine action caused Gary to suck harder on Diego. Both of them lasted longer this time and when Gary tasted the first squirt of Diego's manjuice, he shuddered in orgasm as well.

They lay on the blankets quietly exploring each other's bodies and not speaking. When the sun started to go down, they got up. Diego gathered up some driftwood and piled it near the door. After they washed the salt from their bodies, he lit a fire and the warmth dried them off. Diego had rescued a pair of steaks from the ship and had stored them in the shade all day, so they were all right. There was only salt from the stores in the hut to season them with and no grill, but he impaled them on sticks and cooked them over the coals. To the hungry boy, it tasted even better than the last one he'd had, mostly because he ate it sitting safely next to a man that he realized he loved. They talked some more and watched the fire burn down before retreating to the hut.

Diego rearranged the blankets and they lay down together. Gary was tired, but he was not ready to go to sleep yet. He was laying on his side and Diego was holding him against his chest. There was a thought in his head that would not go away. At last, he decided that he would do better to talk about it.

"Diego," he said softly, "I told you all the things they did to me?"

"Yes, you did, Gary. Do you need to talk about it some more?"

"Well, the things they did… they were so bad… and they hurt me. They made me feel so bad."

His voice was breaking and he had to gulp back tears. Diego was running his hand through his hair and holding him comfortingly with the other.

"But," he went on, "When I did… when I sucked on you, it was so nice. It made me feel so good, not bad."

"Gary, what we did together and what they did to you are as far apart as things can get. We gave to each other. They took from you. What they did was about hate, but with us if was about love. There's every difference in the world."

"I think I understand that, now," Gary said. "You made me feel so good. When I think about… I don't really remember… all I remember is you in my mouth."

He felt awkward trying to explain it, but Diego seemed to understand.

"What you're doing is taking a bad memory and replacing it with a nice one. The mind can do that; it's a defense mechanism."

"But Diego, I can still remember them… inside me… and I don't want to. Can that… can that feel good, too?"

Diego didn't answer for a few moments and his hands were still. When he spoke, his voice was both soft and serious.

"Yes. Yes, Gary, that can feel good."

"Would… would you make me feel good there?"

"Gary, that's a much more intense thing that we've done up so far. And you've been hurt. I'm afraid that all I would do is cause you more pain."

"But when you… you know… with your finger, I liked that. It didn't hurt."

"We're talking about something much bigger than my finger, Gary," Diego reminded him.

"Please, Diego. I want to try. I want to forget them."

"Gary, if I say yes, you have to promise to let me know if it hurts. It might work if I go very slow, but it might not."

"You mean you will? Yes, I promise." Even as he said that, Gary thought to himself that he would not say anything unless the pain got too much. It would be worth a bit of pain to have the feeling of Diego inside him to obscure his other memories.

Diego reached over to the first aid kit and took out a tube of lotion. The first thing he did was to put some on one hand and move to Gary's front and start to play with his penis. It had already started to get bigger and now it jumped to life. He was aware that Diego's other hand was parting his cheeks and that one of his fingers was probing at his back door. Very carefully, the man eased the lubricated digit inside him. As before, there was no pain. In fact, it felt quite interesting and pleasant. Diego withdrew it after a few minutes and replaced it with two. Now Gary could feel his sphincter being stretched, but it still wasn't uncomfortable. Diego continued stroking his little boner all the while, helping him to relax. When he felt the third finger going in, he sucked in his breath. That did hurt, at least a bit. Diego asked him if he was all right and he murmured that he was fine. The three fingers went in and out of him, preparing him for what he'd asked for. It went on so long, Gary wondered if the man was going to go through with it.

"I'm ready," he whispered.

Diego took out his fingers and pulled Gary close against him. He could feel the man's firm tool laying against his bare thigh and creeping slowly closer to its destination as Diego eased himself up. When his rod was correctly aimed against Gary's boy hole, he took both his hands and held him by the waist. He pressed forward and started to slip inside. Because he had been properly prepared, Gary felt only a moment of sharp pain as Diego's cockhead slipped inside him. He bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out. Diego moved his hand back to Gary's dick and started playing with it again. It had gone down some from the discomfort of the entry.

"It hurt, didn't it?" Diego asked softly.

"Yes, but not bad. And it doesn't hurt now. Please don't stop."

"All right, if I go slow it shouldn't hurt much more."

After a few minutes, Diego eased himself forward a bit more. After Gary had gotten used to this further intrusion, he sunk himself in another inch. Gary watched the glowing coals from the campfire while the man slowly slid up his backside. Diego was jerking him off all the while, but with a slow stroke that felt good, but was not fast enough to bring about orgasm. Apart from the surges of pleasure from his dick, he was aware that something in his bottom was making him feel good too. When he felt Diego's balls come to rest against him, he was almost sorry that it couldn't go in any deeper.

"I'm in all the way," Diego told him. "Are you still all right?"

"Yes," he whispered. "It feels nice."

Diego started to pull out for about two inches [5 cm] and then pushed back in. Gary gave a soft cry as he felt an electric feeling radiate out from his back passage. One he assured Diego that it had not hurt, the man resumed the motion. It was very slow at first; short, shallow movements, but as Gary got used to it, Diego started taking longer strokes. Gary started to get more responsive, pushing his bottom backwards as the man was pushing his cock up inside him, increasing the pleasure of their lovemaking. Diego also started stroking Gary's own dick faster, bringing him gratification from both sides.

"Oh, Gary," Diego gasped, "I'm nearly there!"

Knowing that his hero was just about to shoot his manly load up inside him made Gary tingle from head to toe. He tensed his muscles, and his orgasm surged through him. His bottom clenched and Diego sunk himself in to the base. He felt a hot, liquid warmth deep inside him and knew that Diego was cumming up his ass. Both man and boy grunted and then gradually relaxed as their climaxes passed. Their breathing returned to normal and Diego slid himself out. Gary turned to him and tentatively kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you," he said with tears in his voice. At last he felt that he had reclaimed his body. Diego returned his kiss, in the process teaching him a great deal about the art of french-kissing. Now he was ready to surrender to sleep and he closed his eyes as the man held him in his arms. For now, his nightmares had been banished.

Chapter 6

"It's the money!" Gary exclaimed.

"It's YOUR money," Diego told him.

"What! But how? I mean, it was his. Don't the cops get it?"

"Gary, these papers here are enough for us to bust several of the main drug dealers in Ft. Lauderdale and Hollywood. Normally, the money would go to the police department too, but this came off of a sinking boat that was in international waters. There's something called the right of salvage. What that means is whatever comes off of a sinking boat belongs to the person who finds it. The US government has no claim to this money."

"But… you were the one who took it. It's your money, then."

Diego smiled.

"Gary, even if I wanted to keep this money, I couldn't. As a vice cop, it would look too suspicious. It would make it look like I was a pirate; that I had killed those men for their money. But anyway, I don't want it. I'll get a nice promotion for my part in this; that's all I was looking for. And after what happened… well, I think you should have this money. And if anyone tires to take it, I'll stop them."

"How… how much is there?"

"Close to a million. I counted it yesterday morning."

"Can I give some of it to my Mom and Dad?"

"Sure. It's your money, you can do what you want. Just make sure you keep some for yourself when you grow up."

Gary reached for the money and picked up a bundle of hundreds. He'd never seen so much money in his life, nor had he ever expected to. He didn't know what to say. He thought about how he sometimes heard his father talking to his mother and worrying about their mortgage. Now he could fix that! He crawled over to Diego and hugged him again.

He played with the money for a while, but then got bored. There was nothing he could do with it here, after all. Diego had gone outside and climbed up by the light.

"No boats yet," he announced, "But we should see one today of tomorrow."

"If it weren't for my mom and Dad being so worried, I wouldn't mind," Gary said. "I like being here with you."

"I like being here with you too," Diego said as he climbed down, "But, Gary, there's one more thing I should discuss with you. Do you understand that I'll get in trouble if you tell anyone about some of the things we've done together?"

"You mean because I'm a boy?"

"Well, mostly because you're under the age of eighteen, but the fact that you're a boy instead of a girl would upset more people. Legally, we're in the Bahamas and they probably wouldn't care too much, but somebody back home would find a way to cause me a lot of trouble, even if they couldn't put me in jail."

"Well, I'm not going to tell anybody. It's none of their business, anyway."

Diego had come up next him and picked him up and looked him in the eye.

"Gary, if you later feel that what we did was wrong, I apologize in advance. I just want you to know now that I did what I thought was best and what I thought you honestly wanted me to do. I hope nothing I did causes you pain in the future."

"It won't. I know what I wanted. It was between me and you and I'm not ever going to change my mind."

Diego kissed him and put him down.

"I think you're going to be fine, kid," he said.

"Hey, Diego, will you teach me how to use the Jet Ski?" Gary asked.

"Sure, big guy. Let's go."

Of course, Gary got another piggy back ride out of it. Diego carried him to a beach on the bank side and then crossed the narrow cay and brought the Wave Runner around. He'd filled it with gas, so there was no problem there. Gary was also pleased to note that the man had taken his pants off and stored them in the compartment. He looked very hunky riding the Jet Ski stark naked.

This time Gary sat in the front and they both held the handles until the boy got the hang of it. They went out onto the bank and spun circles, sending up huge sheets of wake and having a blast. Gary found himself enjoying the relentless vibrating of the Jet Ski against his naked balls and bottom. He was also very aware of Diego's meat laying against his butt cheeks. After a couple of hours, the thrill of the Jet Ski was beginning to wear off, but was being replaced by another thrill. He turned back towards the shore and came slowly into the beach.

"Did you have enough fun?" Diego asked.

"Sort of," he coyly replied.

"What, you want to go some more?"

"That's not the kind of fun I want, now." He turned around and looked at Diego, communicating his desire with his face.

"Oh, I see. What did you have in mind?"

"I want you to… do me again," Gary told him as he pushed his bottom back against him for emphasis.

"You sure, Gary?"

"Please. Right now."

Diego noticed that the boy's rod had gotten hard. There was no doubt that he wanted it. Diego slipped to the end of the Jet Ski and pushed Gary face down on the cushioned seat. He went to turn of the still-humming motor, but the boy stopped him.

"I like the way it feels," he said. Diego reached into the compartment and took a tube of lotion out of his pants pocket.

"This wasn't what I brought this for," he said as he started working the lubrication into Gary's crack and anus. It took less time to open him up than it had the night before. Now the boy had a better idea of what to do to help things along and he was quite anxious to have Diego's rock hard cock up his ass again. He purred when he felt the hot meat push through his sphincter and into his tight passage. With the hum of the motor acting on his penis, Gary was in ecstasy as Diego slid all the way inside his bowels. With long, steady strokes, the man made love to the boys, holding him tightly and murmuring sweet nothings to him. It took longer than the night before, but the deep, satisfying thrusts of Diego combined with the vibrating on his front brought Gary the orgasm he desired. Soon afterwards, Diego pumped him with five hard thrusts and filled him up with his hot love. They slid into the water and washed each other off. Then, after re-securing the Jet Ski, Diego carried him back to the hut and gave him an exquisite blowjob. It was as they lay in the afterglow of this lovemaking that Gary saw the boat.

"Diego, look!" he said, pointing out towards the west. The man jumped up and saw an approaching Coast Guard cutter.

"That's our ride, kid!" he shouted. "Let's get our stuff and go meet them."

Gary put on the shirt and then looked around, feeling kind of worried.

"What is it?" Diego asked.

"Well, um, I'm gonna be naked," Gary said with an embarrassed flush. "I don't have any pants."

"Yes, you do," Diego said, holding out his own shorts.

"But… they're yours. And they won't fit."

"They'll work," Diego told him. He held them open and got the boy to step into them. They were very loose and baggy, but Diego held them up with a makeshift rope belt.

"But now you're naked," Gary said.

"Yes, but I don't mind. Someone on the boat will have clothes in my size. And there won't be any women on board to see me."

"Do you want your shirt back, at least?"

"That won't cover much, Gary. Don't worry. I really don't mind."

They left the food and first-aid kit in the hut; they had no need for it and figured that someone else fight find them useful. Diego also took down the red distress flag and put it back where he had found it. Then he put Gary on his back and took him down to the beach that they had landed on and waited for the Coast Guard to send in a dingy.

"They're going to think we're Cuban refugees at first," Diego told him. "Though they won't know what to make of your blonde hair."

Sure enough, as soon as they got with yelling distance, one of the men rattled of a sentence in Spanish.

"We're Americans!" Diego shouted back. "We've been shipwrecked."

They dingy pulled up to the beach. They asked if there was anyone else and Diego assured him that there was just the two of them. One of them asked Gary if he was O.K. and he replied that he was. Once they heard him speak, they knew for sure that Diego was telling the truth. Diego told them that he was a cop and asked to be taken on board right away.

"You want us to bring the Jet Ski?" on of the men asked.

"Yes, please. I think it's something I would like to keep."

They towed it behind them as they approached the cutter. Gary was worried about Diego being naked, but he truly didn't seem phased. The men asked him what had happened, but he told them that he felt he should speak to the Commander first. They pulled alongside and Gary and Diego were taken aboard. Someone found Diego some clothes and he was soon dressed in a Coast Guard uniform. Gary thought he looked quite smart. They went up to the bridge and Diego went with the Commander into his cabin.

"This won't take long," he told the boy. One of the crew took charge of Gary and showed him the high-tech equipment and explained how it worked. He didn't even notice the time passing and soon Diego was back.

"Get me an outside phone line," the commanded said to one of the men. Diego led him back into the man's office.

"Gary, Commander Stewart and I both agree that the first thing that we should do is call your parents. Just before he left port, the Commander saw a report about you being missing on CNN. Can you give him your number?"

Once he had a dial tone, the Commander had Gary recited the number and he dialed it.

"Hello," he said into receiver. "Is this Mr. Hillman? Mr. Hillman, this is Commander James Stewart with the Coast Guard. We've just picked up a boy who is almost certainly your son."

Even across the desk, Gary could hear his father's shout for joy. Questions were being fired at the grinning Commander and he did his best to give him the basic story. After a minute, he handed the receiver to Gary.

"He wants to speak to you," he told him.

Gary put the phone to his ear.

"Dad?"

"Gary!" Apparently his mother was now on the extension and both of them spoke at once.

"Daddy! Mommy!"

"Oh, my darling boy!" his mother said.

"Are you all right?" his father asked.

"Oh, Daddy, they hurt me bad," Gary cried, his voice breaking into tears, "But I'm all right now. Diego rescued me."

The rest of the conversation was just as emotional and none of them wanted to get off the phone. But at last, Mr. Hillman had Gary hand the phone back to the Commander. He assured them that he would head back to base right away and they made plans to get the next flight down. The Commander wanted to know if they were going to alert the press and the Hillmans said that they would. The reporters had been helpful spreading the story and so the should get to film the happy ending. The Commander had someone find the smallest uniform on board. It was still a bit big for Gary, but it fit better than Diego's clothes had. Diego spoke to his supervisor and faxed him the documents. Within a couple of hours, arrest warrants were being obtained. Later that afternoon, they were pulling in to the Coast Guard's Sought Florida base. Gary had been told that his parents were waiting on the dock, as well as tons of reporters and cameras.

"I want you to carry me off the boat," he told Diego.

"Really? How come?"

"Because I want everyone to see who it was who rescued me. When I see my Mom and Dad, you can put me down, but I want you to take me down the gangplank."

So when the cutter pulled up to the wharf, Diego followed Commander Steward off with Gary on his shoulders. The boy was blinded by all the flash bulbs going off, but he heard his parents' shouts of joy. Diego put him down and he ran to them, and they swept him up in a big hug. His little brother Bryan was there, too and the family huddled together on the dock while CNN broadcast the joyous reunion live.

Later, Gary had to give a statement to the police. They didn't press him too hard; the people who had kidnapped him were dead and there were no charges to be brought, either for his kidnapping or the murder of the two men back in Maryland. He confirmed Diego's story of how the men had been killed and everyone was content to leave it at that. His parents were told about the money and the D.A. confirmed Diego's analyses that it belonged to Gary by right of salvage. There were perhaps a few greedy souls in the Sheriff's Department who would have liked to have seized if for the Force, but the Broward County Sheriff is elected. He knew that the voters wouldn't forgive him if they tried to confiscate the cash.

Gary flew home two days later and was met at the airport by a very happy Timmy Alterman, who had gotten over his flu. Bit by bit, his life returned to normal. His parents got him into therapy and it helped, but he was careful not to let anyone know that it was Diego who had started the healing process. Part of the money was used to pay off the mortgage on the family house and the rest was put in trust for him. Diego kept in touch and even visited him on occasion, though they never resumed their physical relationship. Gary was able to put it all behind him and on those rare occasions that he recalled one of the moments of horror on board the Shark's Tooth, he was able to banish the though by thinking of Diego and he could feel the man's strong arms around him as he filled him up with his strength and love. Their sojourn on Cay Sal remained one of his favorite memories.

The End