A retired mature man thinks his new fishing boat is his ticket to the good life. However a band of smugglers have other ideas for him and the boat.
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Smugglers Property
by BMan
A few smart investments and careful planning, allowed John Taylor to retire at 50. His business partner and John had purchased a sport fishing boat in Florida. Retired now, they planned to do some fishing, entertain the ladies and have a great time doing it. The boat was a 48 Fly-bridge, two engines, three cabins and two heads. It could accommodate five on board with no problems at all. There was large game chair mounted on the stern. It was a great plan until John's business partner got married, moved away and left John alone with boat.
John decided to live on the boat. The marina allowed live a boards, it would be much cheaper than an apartment and much quieter. However, John didn't realize how much upkeep there was on a boat. He advertised on the marina bulletin board for a part time hand to help with the maintenance. One afternoon a young man stopped by. He was young, dark skinned, most likely of Latin decent.
“Mr. Taylor? I'm Arturo. I saw your ad for a deck hand.”
“Yes. It's only part time. A few day a week. Mostly to take care of the engine. I don't know anything about engines. It needs oils changes, filter changes, things like that.”
“I'm very knowledgeable with boat engines. Here is a list of people I have worked on their boats.”
John invited him on board and showed him where the engines were. The engine room was not made for tall men like John. Arturo was not a large man so he didn't have a problem fitting in the engine room.
“This is pretty clean already. Just a few spots here and there. I would have this so you could eat off it.”
John smiled at him. “I don't plan on doing that.”
John decided to check out the references Arturo gave him. Two of slips were empty. John just assumed there were gone out to sea. John checked with the marina repair shop.
“Arturo? Yeah he's a pretty good mechanic. No problems with him. The only thing that might bother you is that he's gay.”
John laughed. “I don't think a man my age is his type.”
John decided to hire Arturo and see how things would go.
Arturo did have one bad habit, he liked to go around in the nude. Arturo said the engine room was very hot and it was better he worked in the nude, but he also worked on deck also naked. It was a little uncomfortable for John, watching him walk around with his penis erect most of the time. John sometimes found his own penis would get hard. John found it was better to take a walk when that happened.
Arturo came by one day with another man who he introduced as his boy friend. He looked a few years older that Arturo, maybe late twenties or early thirties. Neat, clean very smart dressed.
“Mr. Taylor. This is my boy friend Juan. He owns a clothing store in town.”
John shook his hand and invited them aboard. Arturo smiled.
“No thanks. We're on our way to a movie. I'll see you Thursday. We need to talk about the barnacles on the hull.”
The repair shop told John they would have to dry dock the boat in order to scrape the hull, and that was expensive. Arturo said he could do it in the water and it was much cheaper. Arturo showed up bright and early Thursday morning.
“We take the boat to a small island that has a sand bar. We can stand on the bottom and scrape the hull clean. It's easier that way.”
John looked at him. “When you say we, do you mean your and me?”
Arturo laughed.
“No, no. I have a friend who knows how to do this very good. Much cheaper than the dry dock. All we need is about four dive tanks. We bring them along.”
There are hundreds of tiny islands around the Florida coast and most of them are uninhabited. Arturo said Juan knew of one about a half hour away. It had a perfect sandbar to anchor the boat on and clean the hull. John, Arturo and Juan left next morning, reaching the island around nine in the morning. Arturo and Juan stripped off their clothes, slipped on the diving gear and dove into the clear water.
The island was only about a mile or two across. John decided to explore it while the guys were working on the boat. John came across the remains of a dozen or more camp sites along the beach. Circles made with rocks, filled with wood ashes and empty beer cans. There was not a lot to see so John walked back to the boat. Arturo and Juan were still under the boat working. John decided to go below and take a nap.
John was suddenly woken by a black man with a rifle pointed at my head and no idea what the hell was going on. The black man shouted at him.
“You have anything in you pockets?”
“NO! NO! I'm not armed! Please don't shoot!”
The black man slowly backed up, still pointing the rifle at John.
“Take off your clothes and thro'em over here!”
John quickly removed his shirt and shorts, tossing them over to the black man. John stood there completely naked. He waved the rifle at John.
“Get on your knees! Put your hands behind your head!”
Again, John quickly did as he was ordered. He couldn't help wonder where Arturo and Juan were. Had this man done something to them?
The only thing the man found in John's pockets was his wallet, which he quickly shoved into his pocket. He waved the rifle at John again.
“Get up! Turn around!”
The black man cuffed John's hands behind my back. Without any reason he turned and punched John in the gut.
“Get your ass upstairs!”
John stumbled up the stairs into the salon. He could hear noise up on the deck. “What? What's going on here?” John received another hard punch to the gut.
“Shut your mouth!” The black man grabbed a roll of duct tape and quickly taped John's mouth shut. He shoved John into a chair, tying his feet to the legs of the chair. The black man turned and went up on deck. A short time later, Arturo appeared and sat down beside John.
“Mr. Taylor. I'll bet you're wondering what's going on? It's quite simple. Me and my friends are smugglers. We borrow boats from time to time to transport our cargo. We take a few loads from here to there and then we disappear. We're just smugglers not killers. You do what you're told and you'll be fine. Understand?”
John nodded my head yes. Arturo placed his hand on John's genitals.
“Nice! We'll be going in a few minutes.”
John heard the boat start and slowly move away from the tiny island. Arturo, Juan and the black man walked into the salon where John was tied. Juan spoke up first. “Hour or so we'll be at the drop.”
The black man spoke.
“I been up since four this morning. I'm gonna sleep until we get there.”
Juan looked over at me. “We need to make this bitch useful.”
He untied John's legs, pulled him up and removed the cuffs from his wrists, but he left the tape over John's mouth.
“Get your hairy ass in the galley and make some sandwiches and coffee for us!”
John did as he was ordered, moving about the galley, making coffee and sandwiches. Suddenly it became one of those embarrassing moments John had no control over. His penis decided to swell up. John tried to keep his back to everyone so they wouldn't see his erection. However, he was not that lucky. Arturo opened the fridge.
“What's that I see?”
He wrapped his fist around John's hard cock.
“Nice! Running around naked got you all excited?”
John stood there, avoiding eye contact. Arturo held John's testicles in his hand. “Nice pelotas!” Arturo and Juan laughed out loud.
Juan smiled at John. “Chupar polla?”
They both laughed out loud again. Arturo yanked on John's cock.
“You know what he said?”
John shook my head no.
“He asked if you suck cock!”
John quickly shook his head no. Juan gave him another big smile.
“A virgin mouth! I like virgins of any kind. Is your ass a virgin too?”
John stood there unable to talk with the tape over his mouth. Arturo yanked his balls again.
“I think you are. Just a rich white man who likes to order people around. Not anymore! you're smuggles property now!”
John stood there, hoping his penis would shrink away, but it didn't.
Juan laughed.
“Now bring me some coffee and one of those sandwiches!”
John served Arturo and Juan their lunch. Juan removed the tape from John's mouth. “Since you belong to us. I want you to respect us. You will answer to us. Si dueno!”
Arturo smiled at John.
“It means yes owner.”
Juan slapped John's face. “Say it!”
John quickly replied. “Si dueno”
Soon the forth man, who was steering the boat came into the salon.
“I smelled coffee!”
Juan slapped John on the ass.
“Get some coffee for him right now!”
“Si dueno.” All three of them laughed at me.
The man asked. “Who is this?”
Arturo grabbed John's testicles and pulled him close.
“Mr. Taylor. He owns the boat.”
Juan laughed again. “He owns the boat and we own him. That's funny.”
He slapped John hard on the ass again.
“Don't you think?” “Si dueno.”
John filled Arturo's cup with coffee.
“This is Hector. He's our navigator. He knows all these waters. Every island and channel.”
Hector took his coffee, a couple sandwiches and went back to the helm. Just then, the black man came up from the bedroom. He was totally naked and his cock was semi-hard. John had a hard time taking his eyes off his huge penis. Even limp, it looked like it was seven or eight inches long.
Juan shouted to John.
“Make some more coffee, bitch!”
John was standing at the sink when the black man stepped up behind him. John felt thick black penis rubbing against his ass.
“You got a nice hairy ass, white boy! Got any room in there for a big black cock!”
It was then John understood what “smuggles property” really stood for. All three men forced John to give them oral sex. They cuffed his hands behind his back and made him kneel in front of the sofa. The three of them sat on the sofa with their legs wide open and their cocks hard. John was passed from one to the other. Juan first, Arturo next and the black man last. John almost choked to death several times on the black man's penis.
The black man grabbed John by the hair and yanked his head back.
“Swallow all that spunk!”
John never tasted male sperm up until that day. He never had a penis in his mouth before that day either. John was shameful to admit it was not as bad as he had imagined. John was also shameful to admit that his own cock became painfully hard during all this. He was humiliated and aroused at the same time. The black man stood up and rubbed his dripping dick all over John's face.
“This white boy is damn good!”
Juan put his hand under John's chin and forced his head up.
“Is that true? Are you a good cock sucker? You like cock!?”
John could only think of one thing to say.
“Si dueno.” Everyone laughed out loud.
They say one of the great things about humans is that they can learn to adapt quickly to any situation. John quickly adapted to being owned by the smugglers. They took him up to Hector who was steering the boat. They forced John to kneel in front of Hector and suck his cock while he navigated the channels. Hector looked down at John.
“How do you like the COCK PIT?”
Later that evening John was to face another humiliation at the hands of the smugglers. They made him kneel in the game chair with his ass sticking out backwards. They tied his arms and legs to the metal frame of the chair. They smeared some lard on his ass and took turns sodomizing him.
“YEAH! This white boy was a good fuck!”
“His ass is dripping white!”
They laughed.
Arturo spent a lot of time playing with John's nipples. By now they were red and sore, but John's cock was rock hard.
“Hey, look! The puto is hard!”
Juan slid his cock into John's mouth and began humping.
“When I'm through I'll let you jerk off!”
They made John stand in the center of the salon.
“Go on, puto! Show us how you beat your meat!”
John wrapped his hand around his hard penis, slowly stroking up and down.
“Com'on, white boy! Give us a show! Spread your legs and rock those white hips!”
Again, John's arousal was fueled by his humiliation. He rocked his hips, stroking a little faster now. His captors whistled and laughed, making fun of John.
“Com'on, puto! Shake your ASS! Let's see it jiggle!”
John shook his butt and they all laughed and whistled at him.
“That's good, puto!”
“Com'on, rub it out!”
“If I don't see your milk soon, I'm gonna whip your ASS!”
John pulled faster and faster, he could feel the orgasm coming and finally it erupted. Suddenly, long spurts of sperm squirted from his cock. The three men whistled and clapped.
“Milk it out, puto!”
John spent two more weeks a captive of the smugglers. John adapted to his situation and his captors. He was kept naked all the time, but after the first few days they didn't even tie him up anymore. He slept in the master cabin along with Arturo and Juan. Arturo would make John kneel beside the bed with his hands behind his head. He would go to work on his nipples, pinching and twisting until John was completely erect. Then he would suck John's cock, edging him for as long as he could before letting him cum. John enjoyed that part of his captivity.
The black man's name was Thomas, John heard Arturo call him that one day. Thomas was big and black and he treated John like a slave. It always aroused John because of the way Thomas humiliated him. Sometimes when the boat stopped at an island to pick cargo, Thomas would take John for a walk. It always ended with Thomas fucking the daylights out of John. The rest of the men could tell because of the way John walked. His ass was burning from the spanking and the fucking he just got.
There were other things they made John do. When any of the men came near him, John would have to ask to suck their cock. John would have to stand at attention and shout.
“May I suck your cock, sir!”
What ever happened depended on the mood the smuggler was in.
Most of the time John was fed a cock, especially if it was Thomas.
One afternoon the boat pulled into the marina and docked at its slip. The only two aboard was Arturo and John. The others had been dropped of earlier that morning. John was tied up in the stateroom face down on the bed. Arturo rubbed his hand across John's bare ass.
“We're done here. Time to move to another boat. Never press your luck with the Coast Guard. They see the same boat too many times. They get suspicious.”
Arturo unlocked the cuffs then grabbed hold of John's balls.
“I'll see you later tonight.” …...............................................END
BMan