Fishing for Jacks

The big Hatteras rose up and down with the swells of the sea, taking them solid as the seventy-thousand pound boat turned to port. As it did so the school of cigar minnows blew to the surface, a sudden rolling boil as the big Jack Crevalles worked them from below. The Jacks were huge...most going 30 pounds or more, and they were striking the school of baitfish with an intensity that is unique to the sea.

On the aft deck I could see him trying to pull his legs together. Strapped to the fighting chair, he was helpless, and clad only in his blue Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts he looked afraid. He had good reason to be. Nobody fucks my wife, NOBODY! His skin was already well sunburned, as he had been in the chair for most of the day now...waiting for the boat to reach the trench where the big fish worked. I nodded my head to the Captain, one of my best friends, and he kept my boat just outside the school, circling it, holding it together so the Jacks could take their fill. The radar was clear, and there wasn’t another boat within the bounds of its sweep and that went out more than fifty miles.

I glanced at the doomed young man. I knew he was twenty-three, hot, powerful, with a ripped stomach and powerful thighs that pumped against the bonds. His chest with its firm pecs and small tight little nipples was smooth, and his face was clean and shaved as smooth as a young boys. His bleached blond hair glistened in the sun, and the loop of metal through his left ear sparkled. The other piercing he had, through his right nipple, held my attention. The new generation was hard to figure out. What the hell did he have that I did not? Personally, I couldn’t see why my wife might have fancied him, unless it was his package that had attracted her.

Between his legs I could see it in his underwear. His big balls were packed within the boxers and I could not take my eyes off of the bulge there. His outline of his prick too was visible...stuffed in his shorts and pointed up towards his belly. With two 100mg Viagra tablets in his bloodstream it was as hard as a steel rod. As I looked at it I could feel my anger, and I imagined it, stiff and hard and jutting, pushing in and out of my wife’s pussy and flooding her insides with his spunk. He looked up at me, staring down at him from the upper deck, as he struggled and jerked against his bonds. As the boat rolled I could see him push his hips forward, almost jutting them upward, to me it seemed, pushing his package in my direction as if it was begging to be taken. He was a doomed man, and it was just a matter of when and of how.

I went down the ladder to him then. We were at the spot and it was time. Besides, I was tired of him. I had been watching him all day, as he baked in the sun, tied in the chair we use to fight the fish. His wrists were held behind him and hooked together with a thick nylon zip tie, and his legs were spread wide. A strap across his chest and one around each ankle held him in place, and he had stayed that way all day as we had headed to the deep water. He had to know that he deserved it. He had chased her for many months, and I had warned him more than once to stay away. Yet, he had chased her anyway, and in the end the young buck had decided to fuck her, and his lust was so great perhaps that he had not been able to contain himself. My wife is a fine woman, young and beautiful with big tits and the body to match, and when I thought of the two of them together my anger boiled inside. So, now, he was here, and ready and waiting to become a part of the sea, with his drugged prick so stiff and eager he could not have made it small if his life had depended on it.

I hadn’t allowed myself to get near him since we left port and they had tied him into the chair. Now, as I approached him he spoke: “Mike...Oh GOD...Mike. Please. I know...hey...I’m sorry man...I mean, I know....I shouldn’t have and I know you love her man. She’s a great lady Mike....really great, and you deserve her too. Please....please don’t do this. She wanted it Mike. Don’t blame me for all of it. She begged me to fuck her man. PLEASE DON”T. OH GOD...PLEASE MAN! I’ll do anything!”

I reached down and grabbed his Hiffiger’s by their thick white band that ran around his waist. With a swift, hard pull I ripped his boxers off with a single pull....and as I did his stiff prick jutted out and up like some eager teenager’s chasing its first pussy. He gasped as I took his underwear. His huge balls dropped and rested on the seat of the chair. His pubic hair was just a small patch above his root, and it made him younger looking than he was. His legs were out, strapped to the stirrups, and he was struggling then like there was no tomorrow. As I looked at his naked form and perfect body, I finally spoke to him:

“You shouldn’t have touched her Gary. You know it. You shouldn’t have touched her. I warned you but you wouldn’t listen. You chased her and you fucked her in my own bed. I’ll tell you what. I won’t put you over, not over the side I won’t....not as long as you’re a man I won’t. But you see Gary, that’s the problem. I don’t know about the manhood thing...and well, frankly, I think right now all I want to do is to do some fishing and then perhaps I’ll let you go.” How about it? Just you and me....doin’ some fishin’? That’s ok with you isn’t it---just doin’ a little fishin’?”

His eyes looked at me...scared...real scared. He stared at me and then he said: “I...I would rather not....I mean, I’m not much of a fisherman....Please man....I’m sorry.”

He started to beg me again...to do the stupid plead-thing one more time. My first mate Matthew was there, sneaking up behind the chair and ready to do it when I gave the signal. He’s a great kid, and one of those rare kinds that you can trust. With my nod he just slipped the ball gag up and around his head...dropping the yellow ball into his mouth before he even knew what was happening. I liked the gag, and it turned Gary’s stupid protests into grunts of fear. I was through listening to him, and now he was going to listen to me.

“Gary...I think its time to catch some Jacks. But first I need the spunk. It’s the finest fish attractor I know. It really brings in the bigger ones and right now, that’s what we are after. I’d just ask you to give it to me, but somehow I don’t think you would be totally willing. So, I’ll let Matthew here take it from you instead.”

I watched then, as the teenage deckhand smiled. Matthew squirted some Coppertone into his palm, and then reached down and took his youthful fist and grabbed Gary’s rock-hard prick. Viagra is a hell of a drug. I don’t know how it works on a man, but if sex is in his thoughts his prick will grow and grow and grow....and the end gets so large and the cock gets so eager it almost gives the impression that it will burst with desire.

Fifty milligrams is the normal dosage. Gary had been given two 100mg tablets, and with four times the normal dosage in him his prick was harder than I’ve ever seen a prick on a man. My deckhand, who is probably gay even if he won’t admit it, looked eager and I could see the boy staring at it, almost drooling at it as his eyes took in the monster cock he was holding and mentally compared it to his own slim teenage shaft.

I nodded again to give him encouragement, even if it wasn’t needed. With my nod, Matthew started rubbing the tanning oil into the huge jutting cock, and as he did so I could see Gary’s entire body spasm and he went ballistic, struggling against his bonds in some primal desperation to stop what was about to transpire.

There is something primal about jacking a man off against his will. The humiliation of it perhaps is part of it. Another part of it is just having the most private of moments suddenly made so public and open. Perhaps it’s knowing others can see you hard and dripping. Perhaps it’s knowing you don’t really control it even if you like to think you do. Who knows why? Guys just don’t talk about it, and they sure don’t want someone to see them doing it. But being jacked off by another when you don’t want it is even a more shameful thing, and right now Gary’s face was beet read and as I stared at him he looked away and closed his eyes from the shame.

Then, the boy began to stroke it. As he grabbed it, moving it, pumping it, Gary’s eyes squeezed even tighter and then he was struggling like an animal caught in a trap. He sure didn’t like the boy jacking him off. Still, he was hard and eager and he suddenly jerked open his eyes to see it being done to him. After that he couldn’t take his eyes off the teenager stroking him, up and down, up and down, the tanning oil making his cock glisten in the sunlight. As the boy’s fist made the trip again and again Gary’s shaft grew harder and stiffer and even more eager if that was possible. The boy never hesitated. All of seventeen, he had plenty of his own personal experience on jacking a cock, and he was using that experience now as he forcefully jacked the biggest cock he had ever seen.

I really enjoyed watching the show. Gary had a great expression as he felt and watched the boy working his dick, up and down and up and down...the teenager’s fist working his dick with an intensity and an excitement that was something to see. Mathew was sure enjoying it too. I suppose for him it sure felt a LOT different than it did when he was working his own dick, and the boy’s eyes were bright and focused as he pumped the man’s huge shaft and worked the tip. The other thing that was apparent was how hard the boy was. His teenage dick was rock hard, stiff in his shorts, and bulging outward and upward with the eagerness of youth. You could see the entire outline in his shorts...and his dick was thin and long and oh-so-hard.

Soon, as Gary watched the teenager work the magic, you could tell when he began to feel the familiar feelings beginning deep within his balls. OH GOD. That’s when he KNEW he was going to cum and he couldn’t have stooped it for all the money in the world.

The boy continued to pump him, a big grin across his teenage face. It didn’t take long after that. Soon, Gary screamed “NO” into his gag and then he thrust his hips forward in the chair, and that’s when he started to spurt out his goo. My teenage mate is good at everything he does, and he was ready. When Gary started shooting his spunk Matthew just held the dick and pointed it into a bowl.

I laughed as I watched Gary pumping out his seed into it like he hadn’t cum in a month. My first mate kept working the shaft....rolling his thumb over the tip and then back and forth as he worked it. Gary shot again and again and again....spurting out the essence of his manhood and covering the bottom of the bowl with his load of semen. It was almost as if his body knew it was one of his last times; he just kept spurting and spurting and spurting. Again and again he shot and emptied himself into the bowl.

I laughed even harder then. Oh how I laughed as Gary pumped out his load against his will. He was grunting into the gag as the boy worked his dick, and it was all I could do not to topple over laughing as he squirted. I think the boy almost came too. I could tell he was more aroused than he had ever been at anything before. He sure enjoyed working a cock!

Finally, it was done, and Gary’s entire body shuddered as he finished his ejaculation and emptied his load. I waited until he had finished his wad, and his moment of pleasure was receding and his hard dick was no longer pulsating in the boy’s hand.

Then, with a line of drool still hanging from his tip, I took the opportunity to speak with to him: “Nice wad Gary. You know, there is something about bait that has been rolled in semen that really turns on the Jacks. Yep...a good jackin really brings in the fish. Maybe that’s why they call them Jacks...what do you think? I don’t know. But Jack Crevalles fight like hell they do, and I know they sure bite hard and fast and they run like hell too when they take the bait. Jacks are one of the fastest fish in the sea Gary. Did you know that? Ever felt it when a Jack hits your pole? What...Never?. Oh...well, today is your lucky day then because today you will.”

He was watching me then. His eyes were staring right at me, taking in every word. “Ah....the bait...though...that’s a problem. Cigar minnows work well, and that’s what I usually use. However, we are fresh out of them today Gary. Still, perhaps we’ve got something else on board that will work even better. You see, I’ve heard that if you use a human testicle you can really KILL the JACKS. One rumor has it that the state record was taken with a man’s ball. What do you think Gary? Don’t you think it would be worth your left nut to catch a fish like that?”

Gary’s eyes were wide open then...and he looked to me and I could see his eyes take in the knife on my waist. He was shaking his head back and forth and begging into the gag. As I approached him he was struggling harder and harder and literally thrusting against his bonds. He was a wild man....then he arched his back and pushed his hips up and down in his desperation...almost as if he was trying to fuck the air in order to somehow get loose from the chair.

I grabbed his sack....big and round and oh-so-firm. I didn’t want him bleeding to death, so I took one of the trolling wires and looped it around his scrotum. As he watched me do it I could see him shaking his head side to side even faster then. He continued thrusting to try and get loose and to somehow save himself from what was about to happen.

I took my time and looped the wire, and then took the pliers and began to twist the strands. As they went around and around the loop closed around the top of his sac, and as it did his eyes were begging, wide and desperate. It didn’t make any difference. I continued to twist the pliers, and the loop grew smaller still and finally began to just crush the very top of his scrotum, trapping his big balls in his sack and insuring that they would be easy to take when I wanted them. Finally, the loop was as small as I could make it...just a single point of flesh where his balls hung below and the rest of it went into his body. As he looked at it and felt it I could see he almost vomited.

I decided there was no reason to wait any longer. It was time, and the big Jacks were feeding in a frenzy now, and the entire school of baitfish was exploding. I signaled the Captain and he turned the boat and idled down slightly, easing the big boat to the edge of the school where the action was at it its peak and the big Jack Crevalles were coming up out of the deep.

I took his balls then, and cupped his big sack in my hand. In my other hand I held the knife. He was still shaking his head from side to side....his eyes begging for mercy. I laughed, and then I said “Its only your left ball Gary. Don’t sweat it so much.”

Then, in an instant, I just pushed the tip of the knife in right at the top of his scrotum. I twisted my wrist as I made the cut, and as I drew the knife down I gave his balls a little squeeze. His left ball just popped right out the slit and into my hand. He was bent over in the chair...staring at his balls, and watching the half-castration as I was doing it. The exposed testicle was pulsating with his heartbeat, almost as if it was a living thing. Perhaps, in a way, it was. He was trying to buck his hips....the intensity of what was happening just more than he could stand. I saw his prick twitch again, and then another little spurt of semen just pumped out the head of his still rock-hard prick.

I ran my thumb over the tip as the spunk came up.....and as I did he grunted and jerked as the feelings were combining to consume his being. I took his left ball, and stretching it out, I then snipped it free with my knife and it was done. His entire body jerked with a spasm as I took it.

Of course, then with a laugh I held it up for him to see.

“Nice ball Gary. This should make a fine bait. You know...I don’t know why the Jacks hit these things like they do, but I’ve heard they sure do love em.”

He was laying back in the chair, half castrated.....his body all but collapsed and yet his dick still so eager and stiff. I loved the Viagra...it was a wonder drug and it had made him harder than a piece of steel, even with his pain. Matthew handed me the wire....a strip that was seventy five feet long....off the main spool. On one end of the wire was a hook, and I took the testicle and threaded it over the end, down past the barb and deep in the curve. He watched as I hooked his ball.....and then, with an exaggeration, I pretended to look around the boat.

“Gary Gary Gary. What are we going to do? We have come all this way to fish for Jacks...and I can’t find a pole? Do you have ANY suggestion?.....”

He came to life then...struggling and his eyes wide like a madman. His prick bounced up and down...stiff and every bit ten inches long. I looked at it, and then reached out and took it into my hand.

“GARY! Look, look what you have here! It’s perfect! You won’t have any trouble feeling them bite, and that can be a real advantage when you are trying to figure out when to set the hook. Here....we can use your pole. It’s certainly hard enough.”

He was staring at me, as I looped the other end of the long bait wire around the tip of his cock. I formed a lasso in the wire, so that the loop was free to tighten, and then I just slipped it up behind the head of his circumcised shaft and gave it a little tug to set the loop in place. I let the loop rest right in the little ridge there, almost as if it was made to hold it. He went ballistic. I could see his eyes follow the wire, lassoed to his dick and the other end baited with one of his balls.

Next, I dropped the ball into the bowl of semen, rubbing it around and getting it all slimed up with his spent spunk. He was watching me do that, and I could see him and his wide eyes taking it in.

“This is the secret to Jacks. They love the semen.”

As I watched him, I just tossed the slimly, hooked ball over the side, just as the boat was making another turn to port to cut through the school of baitfish that were boiling on the surface.

Time stood still. Nothing happened....not at first. As the ball sank through the school of cigar minnows it dragged the long wire with it....down into the depths to where the big Jacks were feeding. Gary was screaming “NO”....I could hear the words through the gag, and I laughed as he was jerking in the chair, pumping his hips with his prick eager and stiff and jutting to the sky, the thin wire wrapped tightly around its bulging and big, purple head. I noticed the tip was glistening in the sunlight, his prick oozing almost as if it was eager and ready and even anxious for the hit.

He was breathing rapidly, and his prick was twitching up and down. I knew the motion would wiggle the bait, and I figured it wouldn’t be long before something took it with a bang.

“Hey Gary....excited? Could get a strike any moment! God this is exciting for me! Wonder how big it will be? Fifty pounds? A record? What do you think? Feelin’ lucky today?” I taunted.

Suddenly, there was a snap....and the wire was cutting across the water sideways to the boat. It was moving so fast that it took up the slack in a second, perhaps less, and then it just jerked taught as the big Jack ran out of line to run. Gary arched his back and screamed.

The wire bit into his cock...and then the fish was going ballistic...as it slammed hard, fighting for its life. The wire bit into Gary’s big cock so deep that it started to cut its way through the tip. The fish jumped, and as it shook its head the bait separated from the hook; the free ball sailing wasted through the air and dropping off the side with a splash. The fish sounded then, deep and fast, and as it did it jerked Gary’s cock straight down....bent double, and that’s when he screamed again and then he started thrusting his hips violently, desperately, almost like he was trying to jerk the line with his cock and to somehow catch the fish that owned him.

“Fight em Gary” I yelled. “That’s it! Keep your prick stiff....and hold em....”

He was bucking the chair....his prick jerked and twitched and bounced, and then, suddenly, with a popping noise the end of his dick separated and the entire purple head just disappeared into the sea, the long wire still attached to the unseen fish that had taken it. As the fish escaped I could see that blood was going everywhere and after that Gary bucked his hips and jerked in the chair and screamed into his gag.

I reached over and squeezed off his dick putting pressure on the wound and stemming the rush of blood. Mathew was fast and had one of the surgical tubing pieces to me in seconds. We normally use them to rig the outriggers, but now I was using them for another, more desperate purpose. I tied the rubber tubing into a band around the new end of Gary’s dick....down from where his glans used to be...about an inch back from where the blood was still coming out. He was grunting as I made the double knot, the tip of his dick missing and his shortened, stubby prick much less impressive than it had been. Still, it was stiff and jutting, but certainly shorter and the severed flat end was ugly and raw.

Finally, the tubing was tied tight, and the blood was all but stopped. The amazing thing was that the Viagra kept him hard. Still, his prick was a mess, and it hardly looked like a prick anymore, with the tip missing and tied off. I had a strange thought: I had NO idea how he could take a piss. Then I laughed because I knew it didn’t matter.

He was struggling like a madman then. I waited a few minutes, and let the boat circle around and set up for another pass. As I waited, he struggled and struggled. I was in no real hurry. Finally, his struggles lessened and he grew tired. He just sort of collapsed then, whimpering, and then he just looked at his mangled eight inch prick and then up at me ....resigned perhaps to his fate.

“What you thinking Gary? Might not have been worth it...huh...fucking my wife? Yeah...might not have. Well...too bad that big Jack got away with your dickhead. Guess you gave up your left nut for NOTHING. Luckily, you’ve got another one and I’d still like you to catch your fish.

He came to life again with that. Suddenly he was screaming into the gag.....just screaming and I could see his chest heaving as he fought the fear and the pain of it all. I was afraid he might go into shock and the fear seemed to be consuming him. I went to him again then....and reached out and took his half-castrated sac back into my hands, holding it gently and caressing it with care.

“There there there....Gary. Calm down now. Such a nice sack of balls.....I mean ball I guess. Yeah, buddy. Yeah....nice sack. Too bad you let this ball inside and the one you lost cloud your mind and fuck my wife. Yeah, big mistake Gary. Big mistake. They were nice balls though. And you do have to admit that the fish really take to em.”

With that, I pushed the knife into the right side of his scrotum, and as I did he jerked his hips upward, fucking the air in some primal urge to save his remaining manhood. I twisted my wrist and squeezed his sac and his remaining ball popped out into my hand. Just as it did so he was grunting again.....and I could see his dick spasm as he tried to ejaculate. The flat-ended dick bulged as the rubber tie contained his load...and yet still he ejaculated even though there wasn’t anywhere for his jism to go. I had to laugh as he pumped his goo up his shortened cock and then backflushed it into his bladder, his eyes wide and glassed as he had another orgasm. A few drops of semen made it past the tied rubber, but most of his load just stayed inside as he grunted out the feeling and his body somehow swallowed his own load. I jerked the knife as it was happening, and his last remaining ball was mine.

He grunted as it came free, and then he just stared at me with a glazed look as he watched what I was doing. Totally castrated now, he seemed to just collapse with the realization of what he had lost. As he watched, I slid his last severed testicle on another hook, and then looped the end of the wire around the thick base of what was left of his prick. Again, I formed a noose and tugged on it gently to set it in place.

I dipped his ball in the rest of his semen, still pooled in the bowl, and smeared it around and around until it was coated white and thick and the bowl was empty. He was whimpering now, as he watched me get it ready. The Captain turned the boat and began the pass, the engines idled down as the baitfish exploded around us. It was the perfect moment, and with a wink to Gary I tossed his hooked ball overboard.

The engines were brought to idle then....and everything just seemed so quiet. The cigar minnows were in turmoil, as the Jacks hammered them from underneath. Gary was desperate and time seemed to hang and the moment of anticipation just grew and grew.

I don’t know what made me do it then, but I suddenly just reached out and cut off his gag and then with three more cuts I sliced the straps that were holding him into the chair.

He sprang up then, his hands still tied behind his back....and he was on his feet and heading back, toward the cabin and the galley and the safety of being inside. He looked funny trying to run, his mangled prick jutting out and up and bouncing with its wire trailing back by his side and over the rail. He never made it to the door.

There was a tremendous swisssssssssssssh and then he screamed, the wire jerking his prick so tight that it spun him around and dragged him all the way across to the transom. Without his gag his scream was intense and wild, almost primal, a long scream of fear and of desperation that has no bounds. His body slammed against the aft panel, his cock jutting over the rail and bouncing up and down as the fish tied to it fought for its life.

The wire was cutting into the base of his cock...and you could see a ring of blood where the wire disappeared inside. As he slammed into the rail he almost fell overboard, but the boat took a swell to starboard and he was thrown back, into the boat instead of out, into the sea. He screamed again, the fear and desperation hard to describe, and then he tried again to run away....backwards, dragging the big fish and gaining some ground. His mangled prick bobbed up and down, the ring of red at its base visible and his castrated sac dancing loosely below.

He screamed “OH GOD....LET ME GO! GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF!!!!!!”

He turned then, and pulling with a desperation he ran up to me, begging me.....the look of fear on his face a look I will never forget. Just as he reached me I said “Nobody fucks my woman Gary......nobody!”

I was standing right beside the cabin door, and when he saw I would not help him he turned from me then and tried to run through it, the taut wire stretched all the way across the aft deck and over the side. He started to go inside, through the open door and inside where only days before he had done his fucking. Suddenly, the big Jack jumped, and it spun him around again, as the wire looped to his tied pecker went even more rigid.

The fish was huge! I guessed it to be near the state record, perhaps more. When it hit the water it dove, and as Gary tried to back away and inside it just jerked him so hard that he lost his balance. His hips jerked towards the fish, and his distended prick stretched out so long that it almost looked like it was being pulled out by its root.

Suddenly, he was sliding on the rolling, wet floor, and as I watched he just slid all the way across the aft deck like a toy doll being whipped on the end of a chain. As the huge fish once again pulled him toward the sea Gary was picking up speed and screaming in desperation. He slammed into the transom again, his cock stretched out so long it almost didn’t look human.

When he hit the end of the boat this time he flipped forward, and for a second he wavered, half-in the boat, half-out. The fish pulled harder then and he slid forward more, sliding almost out of the boat then and he screamed “NO!!!!!.” I thought he was gone but he spread his legs out wide, catching the rail. He was hanging over the side, face down, with most of his body from his thighs to his face directly over the water. Only his widespread feet kept him from going in altogether.

I could see his thigh muscles straining, desperate to hold the weight of his body and to keep him out of the water. His feet were stretched so wide to hold him, with his toes curled upward, around the rail, that it looked almost impossible to keep them that way. Still, if he pulled his legs together he would be gone in an instant.

I had a perfect view up his naked ass, the remains of his ballsac hanging down empty between his legs like a piece of worthless skin. The fish was really struggling, fighting for its life, and in so doing it was jerking Gary’s cock out and out some more. His entire body would spasm with the pulling and with every lunge the fish made I thought Gary would be pulled overboard. The fish would pull and rest, pull and rest, pull and rest, and each motion of the big fish jerked on his cock and stretched it out some more. Then the fish would relax and jerk again.

As the fish jerked Garry’s prick by the wire, his empty sac wiggled underneath, between his legs, and his eunuch ass bobbed up and down from the pulls almost as if he was fucking the edge of the boat one last time.

I had to laugh.

Suddenly, I noticed the rubber tube I had tied around his dick head come off, and his prick started then to spew blood like a fountain. Still, the fish worked his prick, and I guess the continuous jerking on the shaft of his prick was too much for him. His wrists were twisting and turning as he tried to free them, and then suddenly I saw him arch his back and his body spasmed.

I had not expected him to cum again. Yet, as we all watched, he grunted out another load into the sea. His semen was jetting out in a mixture of blood and sperm, the white rope of cum pumping his last wad into the sea . The last sight I had of him was of his ass, his hole opening wide and then closing as he was shooting out his spunk. It was his last, desperate act before he went swimming.

I don’t know really where it came from. But I was watching his hole, open, wide, and ringed with his sex hair, and it was that site I was seeing when the swell rolled the boat fifteen degrees. At that same instant the fish pulled even harder, and the combination of events was too much for him and his feet suddenly lost their grip. Then, in a flash, he was swallowed by the sea.

He came up about ten feet behind the boat, treading water, and gasping for air. Then, the big Jack sounded and jerked him down by his half-severed prick. A long time past, and I thought he was gone. Then, to our surprise, he came up again, fifty feet out, gasping, sucking in the air with a desperation that cannot be described. As soon as he saw the boat he started for it, swimming for the boat like a crazed lunatic. We all figured his prick had separated and he was swimming cock-less. He sure was desperate, his hands still tied behind his back, and I actually thought he might make it to us when the fish proved us wrong and made another run which pulled him down once again. The last time he came up, he was further out and gasping and his eyes were bugged out and in panic, and I could tell the fight was gone from him and he was done. The big Jack took him then, with a jerk, and in an instant he was dragged into the depths by his prick, still rock hard and jutting even as it pumped blood like some beheaded snake and the water turned crimson where he had been.

We were quiet for a few minutes....and time seemed to stand still. We waited for a while, to see if he would come up again. We let the boat roll in the swells, watching the sea and the baitfish. After several minutes had passed the movement of the baitfish stopped and the school disappeared from view. The sea seemed to glass off then, and even though the water was clear there was no sign of him or the Jacks. It was suddenly like none of it had ever happened. I was glad to be done with him. Nobody fucks my wife....nobody!

I gave the nod then, and the big engines came to life and we headed back in. I love the sound of the twin 2800 horsepower diesels churning the water for home. As I stood by the open door my eyes fell on Matthew, and he was looking at me and grinning wide. The kid’s prick was still eager in his pants, and there was a small spot where his dick had been leaking with desire.

I said then: “Looks like you enjoyed his cock. It’s OK with me you know if you did.”

He blushed red, his cheeks flushing scarlet as he looked at me. Then he said “Yeah...guess so.” Then, looking at me, and the bulge in my pants, he said “I see that you got excited too.”

I laughed, and looked down at my own bulging prick that was stiff and hard and eager. I saw him lick his lips, and I figured what-the-heck? If he wanted to learn about sucking cock, there was no better time. I left the deck then and went through the open door, pausing long enough to motion for him to follow.

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