“I think you enjoy being our prisoner,” Tomaso said, glancing at my enlarged cock. He put his hand on my chest. His thumb and fingertip pinched my nipple…Hard. I flinched. “Relax,” he said soothingly, rubbing his other hand over my sweat-dampened flesh. I started to speak, but Tomaso shook his head. “Quiet,” he whispered. “Be quiet. Settle down. And…let us make love to you. We will let Signor Rick and Manrico watch. They will enjoy that, I think. And you…you will enjoy performing with us, for the beautiful Signor Rick and the beautiful Manrico to watch, will you not?”
“I think our friends will both be very hard by the time we are done,” Donato whispered, “and then they, too, can join in the fun.”
Now I didn’t trust myself to speak. I waited, passive, apprehensive.
Donato spread my legs and crawled up between them. I tried to jerk away as he manoeuvred first one of my balls, then the other, through a large chrome steel ring. He pulled my cock through it as well and worked the ring down to the base of my shaft. The constriction felt uncomfortable at first, but soon I found it strangely stimulating, the constant pressure on my cock reminding me just how erect I was.
Donato studied his handiwork. “Do all Englishmen have such large cocks?” he speculated, aloud.
“I think Il Viscontino is exceptionally well hung for a man of his height,” Tomaso voiced as his opinion. “He is not as tall as some of the Englishmen who have come to San Floriano. But he’s big where it counts, isn’t he?”
“I’m right here, guys,” I reminded them. “Isn’t it rather impolite to be discussing me like this, right in front of me—even for a couple of godless Saracens?”
They laughed.
Donato slid off the bed and Tomaso moved down to join him. Despite my display of bravado, I was still nervous. I tried to pull away as they grabbed my ankles and picked up my feet, forcing my legs to bend at the knees. They lowered their heads and I felt a wetness on the soles of my feet. Suddenly, they began to lick my feet. They swabbed my soles and my insteps, then sucked my toes inside their mouths, one at a time and used their tongues to tickle the spaces between them.
I couldn’t believe that these two butch guys were doing this to me, despite the fact that they were both engaged to be married to women. This was all some crazy sex dream, I told myself. But then shivers began shooting up my body as they licked my calves, then up my thighs, across the tender flesh of my groin, thrilling me, making my skin tremble under their tongues. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted them to stop—and I wanted them never to stop!
They were competing, I realized, striving to see which of them could arouse me more effectively. It was a close contest.
My cock hardened still more, pressing against the ring around it. Floods of pleasure washed through my every nerve. Their tongues now licked across my stomach, tickling me, tantalizing me, driving me out of my mind. Two horny young men were devouring me alive—and I loved it! I heard myself moaning like a maniac, felt myself writhing on the bed, squeezing my eyes shut as those hot tongues twirled around my nipples, teasing them taut, making them beg for more. Noses nudged into my armpits, then hot breath, finally wet wriggling tongues attacked those sensitive areas and made me shake.
I heard a deep, loud groan from the direction of the stern of the boat. “Fuck,” Rick moaned. His voice was soft, almost stifled, but the sound carried through the still night air. “That is so fucking hot!”
His praise seemed to encourage my two tormentors, inspiring them to new oral efforts. They licked me from head to toe and sucked mouthfuls of my flesh between their lips, biting down gently—but with devastating effect. I writhed and yelped as their teeth stimulated me.
I felt warm breath on my face. I opened my eyes. Tomaso’s face was inches from mine, his dark eyes boring into mine.
“Kiss me, Viscontino,” he demanded.
“Fuck you. You traitor. I thought you were my friend.”
He grinned down at me. “Tonight I will be a very good friend to you. I think you will kiss me…then I will fuck you.”
“In your dreams,” I retorted, twisting my head away from him violently. He grabbed me and held me still. I clamped my teeth shut and ground my lips together as he tried to kiss me.
“Ah, no,” he told me, his voice low and insistent now. “You will kiss me and you will kiss me as though you like it. And you will like it, my beautiful Englishman. You will like it very much. You will enjoy everything I do to you. I promise you that.”
My stubbornness gave way to my lust. Fire flashed through my body and my heart began to pound like thunder. My inhibitions burst in a splash of electrifying pulsations. He ran his tongue between my lips. I sucked it greedily into my mouth. Soon I was not only kissing him and kissing as though I liked it, exactly as Tomaso had predicted. I was kissing him passionately, becoming the aggressor, driving my tongue in and out of his mouth. I was enjoying every moment of it. I pulled at the rope encircling my wrists, aching to be free, so that I could touch him with my hands as well as with my mouth and pull him even closer to me.
I felt hot breath on my crotch, then Donato’s warm agile tongue on my balls. I quivered as he sucked them both into his wet mouth. He nuzzled them, bathing them in his spit. He released them and tickled them with his tongue again. His tongue slid down under my testicles and he lifted my legs higher. Spasms wrenched my guts as he touched my asshole with his tongue, then buried his face in my cleft. His stiffened tongue pierced my sphincter and began to drill in and out of the clenching aperture. I moaned.
Tomaso pulled away from me, looked down the length of my body to see what his buddy was doing to me and laughed. “Do you like it? Do you like what we are doing to you?”
“You know damn well I do.”
Donato’s tongue set my ass on fire. He tongue-fucked me expertly, I cringed with pleasure, unable to bear the insidious penetration, then he pulled away.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, fighting to catch my breath. “Please don’t stop!”
My throbbing cock stood straight up, pleading to be stroked, to be tongued, to be…anything, as long as it would eventually bring me off! It pleaded for anything to relieve the ache in my balls.
They’d threatened to fuck me and now I was praying that they would. However, they had a surprise in store for me.
I heard the tearing sound of a condom wrapper opening. Tomaso unrolled the rubber down over my dick. He squeezed cream from a tube into his palm and massaged it onto my gloved cock. I realized what he was going to do and I wanted it, craved it, would have crawled on my hands and knees to get it at that moment. But Tomaso was in a generous mood and didn’t make me beg for it. No doubt, he wanted it as much as I did! He straddled my hips, squatted over me, then deftly guided my cock up between his buttocks and inside him. His tight ass became a scorching sheath engulfing me farther and farther, until he had taken all of me. I felt myself jerk and throb deep inside his body.
“Fuck me, Englishman,” he demanded. “Fuck me hard!”
“As you wish,” I managed to gasp.
Slowly, he began to raise and lower himself, riding me. I couldn’t believe the tightness, the intense heat caressing my cock.
Donato bent down to kiss me.
“Fuck him,” he coached me. “Fuck his ass for him!”
“Yes, sir. But come now, you two. Let me go. Untie me.”
“You won’t try to get away?”
“I’m not likely to go very far,” I pointed out. Not with Tomaso sitting on top of me with my cock jammed up his butt! It wasn’t as though I could jump overboard and swim all the way back to San Floriano.
Donato smirked as he deftly untied the knot. Another searing flame of desire shot through me as I made good use of my sudden freedom, reaching out with both hands for his cock.
“Let me suck that big thing of yours,” I said.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, huskily.
“Yes! Fuck my face while I fuck his ass!”
“Take it, then.”
I didn’t wait for him to offer his erection to me. I pulled him toward me, forcing him to straddle my chest. I was hot for cock, high on sex and I wanted to relish every shameless second of what the three of us were doing. Donato slid his cock slowly into my mouth. I choked on its bulk, then grabbed his ass cheeks and used them to pull him all the way into me. His taste and scent inflamed my nostrils and set my own ass-embedded cock on fire. I bucked it up into Tomaso like a raging bull, bouncing his sturdy body into the air like a balloon with each lunge.
Our bodies pounded together in the rhythms of sex.
“I’m going to come,” Donato warned.
“Come in his mouth,” I heard Rick say. “He likes that.”
Donato reared back and moaned. I suctioned him fully into me, my whole body shaking with pure sexual need. With his thick fuck tool plugging my throat, he erupted. I gagged on his semen, but my fingers dug into his buttocks and refused to let him go until I had swallowed his entire load.
I dug my heels into the air mattress and speared Tomaso upward toward the night sky over our heads, every muscle in my body clenched as my own load began to erupt. Stifled cries of orgasm, which seemed to start down at my toes, roared up through me, scorching my throat and bursting faintly out of my cock-filled mouth as I emptied my whole self into him!
My heart was still pounding when we fell apart and sank down onto the mattress. The smell of male sweat filled the air. I gasped for it and gulped it into my lungs. I felt drained—no longer tortured by arousal.
Suddenly I became aware of a puddled wetness on my skin. I realized that Tomaso had come on my stomach—without even touching himself! Taking me up his ass like that, so fully, must have been too much for him.
We three lay there, spent and silent. Tomaso and Donato watched me curiously, but I was lost in my own thoughts about what we had done and how much I had enjoyed it. I stared up at the night sky studded with brilliant stars. I could hear the waves lapping against the hull of the boat, the sound mingling with our heavy breathing.
Rick was leaning over me, with his bizarrely painted face close to mine. He was smirking.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he said. “I knew you would.”
“Fuck you!”
“If that’s an invitation, I accept it.”
“You bastard. It’s guys like you who give pirates a bad name.”
“Now be a good little slave boy and let Birbantio the Great fuck you.”
“Oh, all right,” I grumbled. “If you insist.”
He put on a condom and took me. As always, it was an immensely satisfying experience, rendered somewhat exotic on this occasion, though, by his dark body paint and by the clatter of cowbells that accompanied his every movement on top of me.
While Rick was fucking me, Donato, Tomaso and Manrico worked together to steer the boat back toward shore. They finally dropped anchor in shallow water, near a narrow strip of beach strewn with boulders, below some towering cliffs. With the boat no longer in motion, our three Italian friends were free to join Rick and me on the mattress.
Now it was time for Manrico to lose his virginity.
It was a group effort. Tomaso gave the lad a brisk wank to make sure he was good and hard. Donato out a rubber on Manrico’s cock and lubed it up. Rick then took over, guiding Manrico into position on his knees, with my legs raised and draped over Manrico’s broad shoulders.
Rick took Manrico’s dick in his hand and fed it into my ass, inch by ass.
“Fuck him, fanciullo,” Rick encouraged. “Fuck his ass!”
Manrico quickly got the hang of it. Grasping my ankles in his hands to hold my legs in place, he humped me with all the indefatigable energy of youth. His fish skull adornments rattled as he used my ass. As he sweated profusely, his red body paint started to liquefy and run down his face and torso, making it look as though he was bleeding from his every pore. He soon had me screaming my fool head off, begging him to fuck me harder—deeper—faster—and not to stop. My cries echoed off the nearby cliff face, sounding obscenely loud in the still night air. All the while, Rick, Donato and Tomaso egged him on.
Finally, though, even Manrico couldn’t maintain the pace he had set. He came in my ass.
The four of us took a break. We raided the picnic basket again, dividing the rest of the food among ourselves, and opened another bottle of wine.
Donato lowered a bucket over the side of the boat and drew it back up filled with water. He and his fellow pirates stripped off their remaining accoutrements. With the aid of a bar of soap, we took turns washing ourselves. The salt water was cold and not all of the four Saracens’ body paint came off. In the course of our sexual activities, they’d transferred some of their pigments onto my skin, so that I ended up smeared with a multicolour residue. We must’ve made for a bizarre sight.
It was a warm night and none of us bothered to put any clothes on. We remained balls naked, five nautical Adams afloat in a watery Eden.
None of us was in the mood to call it a night. Before I knew it, we were all fooling around with one another again, in various combinations. To put it bluntly, the boat now became not so much an Eden, as a floating Sodom and Gomorrah.
Tomaso and Manrico started this new round of activity, standing side by side, kissing and energetically working each other’s erections. Manrico had made great strides toward overcoming his shyness.
Rick and I watched our two shipmates beating off for a moment, before Rick put his heavy, warm arm over my shoulders and pulled me close to him, in much the same way that Manrico and Tomaso were embracing. Donato, the odd man out, now moved to join us, compressing my body between Rick’s and his, one of his hands sliding around my waist. Donato wasn’t being coy about his goal. His hand came to rest momentarily on my upper thigh, only inches away from my cock.
Very unusually in my experience, my cock wasn’t fully responsive at first. Ordinarily, the mere proximity of one attractive man, let alone two, would have given me at least a semi-erection. Admittedly, my penis wasn’t exactly flaccid, but it did lie there between my legs with a spongy flexibility, instead of rearing itself upward at an angle from my groin. I blamed its sluggishness on all the wine I’d drunk, combined with my previous ejaculation.
There wasn’t any lack of visual stimulation. Manrico and Tomaso were still kissing quite passionately as they continued to manipulate each other.
“Look at them,” Rick whispered to me. “They make a hot couple, don’t they? They’re giving me a few ideas. How about you two? What do you say, Donato? Are you up for a threesome?”
“Certainly,” Donato replied.
“Maybe I’d better sit this one out,” I said. “I’ve gone limp.”
Even as I spoke, my cock contradicted my self-diagnosis. It was awakening from its lethargy and with each moment that passed, it betrayed more interest in the action.
“You don’t look all that limp to me. Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Donato asked.
“You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll just watch.”
Donato smiled knowingly. “You can watch all you want to, Viscontino. Let me do all the work.” His hand moved down and took hold of my half-hard cock and my balls. He hefted my testicles, tickled them with his fingertips, then let them slip from his grip and moved his fingers to wrap themselves around my penis. I waited for him to start jerking me off, but he didn’t. He seemed content for the moment with just retaining that firm clasp on me.
I could feel myself responding, though, to his touch and I knew was getting harder. Rick was paying close attention to what was happening now. His arm tightened around my shoulders and he drew me closer to him. Our lips met. My own arms gathered around him and soon we became entwined with one another.
This seemed to be some sort of signal to Donato. As soon as he saw that Rick and I were embracing, he began to move his fist up and down my growing cock. He moved still closer to us
and knelt in front of me. His hand never stopped its movements, but now his mouth moved to one of my nipples. The feeling of my body being in such intimate contact with both men was electric. I hadn’t realized yet that this was only the beginning of the pleasures in store for me.
The action our trio was getting into seemed to be a signal to Manrico and Tomaso, beckoning them to join us. Instead of remaining a duet and a trio, we merged into a quintet.
So caught up in Rick and Donato was I that I was only vaguely aware of the other two men’s bodies as they approached us. Soon I felt another hand on my neck. Suddenly a second mouth started sucking on my other nipple. I felt a third mouth attacked me, engulfing my penis.
All at once, a sea of flesh seemed to be flowing around me. I could see stiff pricks jutting out below clumps of pubic hair…the bulging strength of well-rounded biceps…the round, moonlike shapes of buttocks, tensed as they provided the impetus behind aggressive phallic thrusts. Limbs writhed about in restless abandon, continually regrouping into new configurations.
Accompanying this visual mosaic, an assortment of other elements assaulted my senses. There was that strong male odour that our combined body heat helped to produce. I could detect it despite the persuasive fish smell on the boat, to which I had long ago grown accustomed. Competing with the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat, my ears filled with the nearer and louder sound effects of flesh impacting upon flesh as our quintet of naked men continued to play.
Now that Manrico had tasted the forbidden fruit of fucking another man up the ass, he wanted to take a bigger bite. He screwed Rick, who got on his hands and knees and allowed Manrico to hump him from behind. Our young friend did so, with all the vigour at his command.
“Oh God!” Rick cried. “That’s a thick cock!”
“Tell me about it,” I said. “My bunghole’s still smoking from the buggering he gave me.”
“Fuck him!” Donato urged Manrico. “Fuck his ass!” Tomaso echoed him.
“Give it to me as hard as you can,” Rick begged.
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