I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the waves. Only about two-thirds of the souls who had set out to test the fortieth parallel-known as the Roaring Forties-crossing from Africa to the East Indies on the great ship Bataviahad made it ashore on what I later would be told were outlaying islets of the Abrolhos Islands, off the dimly seen in the distance coast of some vast expanse of land that none of the explorers had yet ventured to-or, at least, had boasted of reaching.


I was more fortunate than most of the other survivors of the shipwreck in that I had received a first-class education and had been kept informed of the track of the Batavia from the docks of Antwerp around the Horn of Africa and out onto the great sea en route to Batavia in the East Indies and a new life-a chance to make my own mark. As the bastard second son of the Graf von Hoensbrouck, I had no prospects in the old world. But as a favorite of the graf, I had been raised in the palace and given a classical education. And when I had come of age, the graf had given me the best of opportunities available-he'd apprenticed me to his friend, the merchant, Galo Needham, who was embarking for the new world in the East Indies.


Even a ship as large and fine as the newly masted Batavia was hard pressed to contain 360 passengers and crew members, and Needham's stature had won us no more than a small room of a cabin with only one narrow bedstead. I was considered quite comely and well formed and Galo Needham was in his prime and robust-and the journey long-and somewhere along the coast of West Africa, Galo had been moved by my groans of trying to find sleep on the hard and pitching patch of decking beside his bed in the small, stifling-hot cabin and had invited me into his bed. And he had opened up a whole new world to me when his touching, first with wandering hands and in time with lips and tongue into increasingly more intimate recesses of my body, had encourage me to open my thighs to the strong and wondrously large and hard member at his center and to feel him moving deep inside me.


Of this, Galo urged me to say nothing-even though after my first deflowering I wanted to shout my glorious release to world. Such knowledge between men, he admonished me, was a capital offense, even on the high seas where life is precarious and opportunities for release limited-and, it must be said, where sexual congress between seamen was quite common, if furtive. If such a relationship became public knowledge, Galo told me, the offenders were subject to be marooned on any remote island being passed at the time of discovery.


Thus, we had to keep our lovemaking secret. And this was very difficult for me.Although Galo was a gentle and sensitive lover, his cock was overpowering and the experience new and exhilarating for me, and he often had to stopper my mouth with his lips and tongue as I lay on my back with my legs raised and locked behind the small of his back as his hips moved against my pelvis and his cock explored my channel at great depth, because his throbbing movement inside me made me want to moan and groan loudly enough to be heard in the cabins adjacent to ours.


As it was, halfway across the track of the Roaring Forties, I was afraid that we had become undone, because the occupant of the cabin adjacent to the head of Galo's bed, a butcher seeking a fortune in the new world where the skills of knowing how to dress and preserve the flesh of animals was highly prized, as, indeed, it was in the old world as well, began to sniff around me with knowing looks and furtive touchings that I spun away from as quickly as I could.


On that night, having moved from embarrassed, "can't help it" furtive couplings in the night, I had become wanton and pushed Galo onto his back on the bed and straddled his hips with my thighs and impaled and fucked myself on his erect cock. And he had been too late in rising up and seeking to lock my lips to his to prevent the long, low, loud, guttural moan that had risen involuntarily from my lips as my channel sank on Galo's pulsing member. Galo had brought his knees and chest up to me, sandwiching my body between them, and moved his hand between his belly and mine and stroked my cock while I rose and fell on his. But he had not been quick enough to take my lips with his to prevent me from announcing the unmistakable sounds of aroused sex from the surrounding cabins.


I did not connect the suggestive attentions of the butcher, Saam Bleecker, with the dangers of that night coupling until a week later when I returned to our cabin earlier than usual to retrieve paper and pen for Galo, who was engaged in some computations of supplies for Batavia's captain, Francisco Pelsaert, and heard sounds coming from Bleecker's cabin that were very like what I wanted to make whenever Galo imprisoned my mouth to prevent me from making. The sounds were in a much deeper voice than mine, but they unmistakably spoke of sex. The door was ajar and I could not help but look into the cabin. A young seaman, of no greater age than I was who I knew to be named Also, as we had had some pleasant conversations, was seated on Bleecker's bed, his shoulder blades digging into the rough timbers of the curved ship's siding, his doublet ripped open to expose his heaving chest, and his lower extremities naked. His legs were thrown out wide and his hips turned up. Bleecker, his back to me and his breeches discarded on the decking, was crouched between Also's flung legs and was fucking into Also with long, rapid strokes. The butcher had his hands around Also's neck in a chokehold that was leaving Also nearly breathless.


The expression on Also's face was of mixed signaling, his cheeks had a bluish tinge and his tongue was hanging out, but there was such a smile of satisfaction on his lips and a flash to brilliance in his eyes that I knew that, as cruelly as Bleecker was fucking him, Also was being transported into another, more glorious world than the stinking bowls of the Batavia.


I felt my cock rising in arousal, but I also felt my body shudder and go all atremble. I couldn't take my eyes off the brutal but exotic and totally sexual taking for some moments, but with a moan of fear I pulled myself away and retrieved Galo's writing implements and went back up on deck by a different route.


That was not the last time I saw Bleecker fucking Also, though, and Also always came back for more cruelty, which left me in a quandary of just what was the nature of what a man could do brutally to another man and still have the power to bring his prey back to him. I could not get out of my mind another scene in which I saw Also bent over the bed, with Bleecker fucking him hard from behind and pulling on a leather belt he'd looped around Also's neck and slapping Also hard on the bare buttocks-almost as if Bleecker was riding Also hard in a full-out gallop across the flat plains of northern Germany.


But from that moment forward, when Bleecker touched me and looked into my eyes in a special, questioning way, although I moved away from him as quickly and unobtrusively as I could, I was atremble not only with the fear of what he might say of what he'd heard between Galo and me in our cabin but also with the fear of my going with him to be able to feel the ecstasy of the rough fuck that Also seemed to seek-and the even greater fear that I would enjoy it and seek it henceforth as Also did.


Just as the Dutch mariners had speculated, the Roaring Forties filled the many sails of the Batavia and sped the mighty ship across the Indian Ocean at record speed. But this was a case of fatal overachievement, because the Bataviareached the area of the Abrolhos Islands a full week before anticipated and Captain Pelsaert did not have lookouts posted in the top sails. In the middle of the night, the progress of the ship was abruptly brought to a halt in a jolt that sent me spinning off Galo's cock and out into the corridor. When I recovered from the shock, I lifted my head to see water pouring in from the end of passage. The Batavia had been holed on a sandbar off the Abrolhos.


The next several moments, which seemed like hours, were a nightmare as more than three hundred frightened and barely awake passengers, already weakened from months of stormy passage around the horn of Africa, stumbled and clawed at each other to get out onto the decks as water poured down the gangways at them.


I somehow lost contact with Galo and slipped and fell below the rushing water as I was reaching for the ladder to freedom. But strong arms gathered me up. I was being borne up the ladder and out onto the deck with the aid of strong and steady arms. I was being held close by a hard body, which, despite my shock in the midst of an unexpected ordeal, included the realization of a hard cock pressing in at the small of my back. Once on deck, when I tried to struggle away from my savior and, by mistaken instinct, to scramble in the wrong direction, the man holding me in his embrace clopped me across the chin. I was stunned into semiconscious, and the next I knew I was in one of the Batavia's few lifeboats along with more of the other passengers and crew than the boat really should hold and heading toward a small barrier island with a broad sandy beach.


I turned my eyes to identify my liberator who was still holding me close to him and rubbing his cock up and down on the small of my back-to discover that I had been saved by the butcher, Saam Bleecker. I willed myself to shrink from him, but images of what he did to Also and the expression on Also's face when he was doing it made me shudder and feel every touch of his cock at the base of my spine. I went hard, and I knew that Bleecker had seen that he had had that effect on me.


When we were stretched out on the beach, side by side, as the dawn was creeping in from over the thin strand of a distant land to the east and shone on the foundering wreck of the mighty dying Batavia, and after I had managed to fill my lungs with air, I turned and thanked Saam for saving me.


"Aye, I would not let a nice piece like you go down with the ship, lad," he answered with a growl. "You must not forget that I have saved you. I will take your thanks, but I will take it in my own way."


I shuddered at the thought of what that meant. I struggled up, thinking to put some distance between us amongst the teeming mass of sputtering, sodden survivors struggling up on the beach, but he reached out and grabbed my leg and pulled me back down in the sand beside him. He was lacing the fingers of his hand at the waist of my soaked breeches, and I had the sudden fear that he meant to pull them off me and fuck me right there on the beach in the middle of the heaps of sputtering humans and detritus from the wreck of the ship washing up on the shore, but just then I heard the cry, "Dane. Dane! Oh thank the Lord, I have found you. You washed away from me in the hold of the ship and I was so afraid . . ."


My master, Galo Needham was struggling down the beach toward us.


"Lay off now," Saam Bleecker spoke out as he stood and squared off with Needham. "I have saved the lad, where you would have let him drown. He is mine now. Get thee off."


"You are daft, man," Needham retorted. "Do you not know this is a bastard son of the Graf von Hoensbrouck consigned to my protection? If Captain Pelsaert lives, he would have you in irons for what you claim on this young man."


"I have seen the nature of your protection," Bleecker answered darkly."One word from me and you both would be marooned."


Needham laughed at that. "Lest you have not bothered to look around, brother Bleecker, you might do so now. We are all already marooned. And as for informing on me, there are those enough who know you are fucking the seaman Also to his death. Your threats are nothing to me." Then Galo turned to me, and gently said, "Come, come with me Dane. I have heard that Captain Pelsaert has survived and been seen off in that direction. Much of what was on board the Batavia has washed up with us and mayhap more will be recovered before the ship sinks under the waves. Our services will be needed."


Bleecker was glowering at us, but all he said as we struggled off along the beach was,"Remember, Dane, lad, that you owe me your life and I will have my reward rights."


He perhaps would have said more, but as we were leaving, he espied the young seaman, Also, coming up the beach. It was with much joy that I saw that Also had survived. I was drawn to him and would have been much distressed to know that he was not among the survivors. Some way down the beach, I turned and saw Bleecker dragging Also toward the small island's tree line. I could only imagine what Bleecker, in his frustration at having me there and then taken out of his reach, would be doing to Also beyond the fringe of those trees.


A good number of the passengers and crew had survived the sinking of the Batavia, and many of the supplies on board were recovered before the ship turned over.Captain Pelsaert, angry and embarrassed at coming this close to East India and having lost the world's most costly ship on its maiden voyage, almost immediately decided to press on with the heartiest of the crew members in the least-damaged longboat. He left his first mate, Jeronimus Cornelisz, in charge to organize the survivors and maintain them until Pelsaert could return from the city of Batavia in the East Indies with a replacement vessel-in the unlikely event that he and his men could reach Batavia in a longboat. Many a man of the remaining survivors cursed Pelsaert before he had even shoved off in the longboat, as Cornelisz was well known to be a fanatic and unstable.


Cornelisz lived up to this reputation immediately by deciding that the supplies and what could be found on the island combined were only enough to sustain fewer than half of the survivors present, and he took the direct and easy route to solving this problem. He organized a small group of willing and armed crew members and proceeded to systematically cull out the weak and those with skills that may be at a premium in East India but not on this remote island. This small band also was careful to save the fairest of the young maidens, whom they used mercilessly for their own sport.


Some of the passengers, realizing they would not survive the culling, quickly organized and seized three of the remaining longboats and stole off to a smaller, nearby barrier island, thus setting up two opposing societies that raided each other for the next five months where and when they saw an opportunity to acquire useful provisions or to take advantage of weakened defense.


Luckily for Galo, his skills in organizing and helping to ration out the remaining supplies were high on the list of immediate needs-which protected me as well, as his trained assistant. I may have been saved in any event, as Cornelisz, who had been second in command to Pelsaert, most certainly knew my parentage and the quality of my protection.


As a butcher and preserver of meat, Saam Bleecker also had an important place in the new order. Game in near sufficiency, if not abundance, had been found in the heavily forested interior of the island and in the surrounding waters. And to Bleecker's credit, he protected the sailor Also, as well, although, as time went by, Also seemed to be becoming weaker and weaker, no thanks to the beatings and sexual demands Bleecker made on him.


This craziness of society at its raw edge and most primitive lasted for five long months before, miraculously, Captain Pelsaert, having reached Batavia in the longboat, sailed back to rescue the now significantly diminished collection of colonists who had been counted on to make the East Indies blossom with Dutch civilization and culture.


During this time, Needham and Bleecker set up a running warfare of words and posturing over me. Bleecker became obsessed with taking his reward for having saved my life, and Needham met this with determination to fulfill his concept of protecting me as charged by the Graf von Hoensbrouck. Although my heart was with the gentle and loving Needham, the man who had introduced me to the joys of man-to-man sexual congress, my mind recognized the right of Bleecker's claim and also recognized the cynicism of Needham protecting me under the instruction of Graf von Hoensbrouck by having taken my virginity and regularly relieving his lust inside my channel.


Thus, when Bleecker finally had me, I did not tell Needham, and when Captain Pelsaert returned, Bleecker had been fucking me for two months without Needham's knowledge. I knew the relationship between the two had become murderous, and I shunned any part of bringing it to a burn. Some things were best unknown by Needham as long as I was there to lay under him and open my legs to him and take his cock in the nighttime. And it was not only Bleecker and Needham who were fucking me in those last weeks. Before the end, I was enjoying the young, heavy-flowing cock of Also as well.


Needham, in fact, brushed off the first several attempts by Bleecker to have me.


For instance, one day, while Galo was busy inventorying the provisions, Bleecker came up and said to me, "I have been directed to lead a party into the forest to gather wood. Come along with me, Dane von Hoensbrouck. I require your assistance."


Needham rose from his stool and stood tall, his hand on the handle of the dagger at his waist. "I require Dane's aid here with the inventory. Take the sailor Also with you. I know what you are really about in this gathering of wood. Also is accustomed to gathering your wood. Take him."


Bleecker's hand went to his dagger as well, but just than Jeronimus Cornelisz walked by and cast his dangerous eye on Bleecker and said, "I told you to be off getting wood, Bleecker. Do it now."


Bleecker glowered at Needham, but his hand came off the dagger and he turned and strode away, motioning the sailor Also to follow him. When they came back hours later, Also was struggling under the weight of most of the wood they had found and he had been beaten about the face and was walking with bowed legs as if he had taken a tree trunk up his arse.


Weeks later, though, I wasn't as lucky. I had journeyed into the forest myself to help search for small game when I came across Bleecker fucking Also belly down on a mounded rock by a pool of water. They were both wearing their billowy shirts, but their breeches had been pulled off. And Bleecker had removed his red cravat and was choking Also with that within an inch of his life while he was strongly stroking his cock in and out of Also's hole.


This choking that Bleecker seemed to love to do had fascinated me from the first time I'd seen him fucking Also in his Batavia cabin. Driven by curiosity, I had asked Also about it, and he had said that it was fearsome and awesome experience. That each time he had thought he was going to die, that all of the breath would be drawn around him-but that when he was on the edge of unconsciousness, all of his senses were magnified. Bleecker's plunging cock became three times the blinding fuck that Also had enjoyed from any other man and in any other circumstance.


We discussed the danger of it-and that the cruelty of Bleecker might lead him to take Also over the edge someday, and Also admitted that he feared that it was so.


"So why do you let him do it?" I asked. "And the beatings. Why do you let him abuse you so in the fucking?"


"Ah, I can not explain it," Also had answered. And I could see in his face that, in fact, it was a concept that was well beyond his control and understanding. "But you would know why I do it if it happened to you, I think. There is no better fucking than what Saam Bleecker gives me. I may hurt after, and I may black out from his choking during, but when he fucks me, I . .. am . . . fucked. I can not explain it otherwise."


This was not an answer that comforted me or kept me from being unsettled-and both fearing and wanting the experience at the same time. I could readily understand how it confused a simple sailor such as Also.


It was thus with curiosity and a sense of arousal that I watched Also's face turning blue and his eyes rolling back in his head at the same time that he was crying out in ecstasy at the fucking and choking Bleecker was giving him. And it was with complete disregard for myself, and thus what happened then was really my fault.


Bleecker saw me watching, and he had let Also go and had pounced on me before I had the chance to turn and run. He carried me, struggling and crying out in fright, back to the rock and slammed me down hard on my belly on the rock where Also had been lying. Also had fallen off to the side and was panting, trying to regain his breath, the red cravat still wound around his neck.


Bleecker was stripping all of my clothes off. Having regained my breath from being slammed down on the rock on my belly, I turned and tried to struggle away from Bleecker, but he hauled a great fist back and gave me a controlled punch in my face that stunned me and rattled my teeth but didn't do any real structural damage.


"Fight me further and you get what for," he growled. "I can make that pretty face of yours ugly with one punch." I believed he could, but still I struggled.


"You owe me," he said stubbornly. "I saved your life. Your sweet arse is mine by rights. And I have been patient. I could take your lover Needham any time I wanted. I think you know I can. Let me have my rights, or I will cut up your precious Needham and still have fucked you. I will have you now regardless."


Already riddled with guilt at recognizing that he, in fact, had a claim over me, and with the added threat to Galo, all of the struggle went out of me and I collapsed over the rock. "Have me then, and God curse you," I muttered. "I would that you hadn't saved me to hold this over my head. But you did. So, take your reward. I'll not fight you. But know that I'll never be yours. I am linked to Galo. He is my love."


Bleecker uttered a curse and slapped me on the buttocks hard and pulled my buttocks back so that I was standing away from the rock, but my sternum was pressed into the cool, hard stone. Then, as punishment, he thrust his cock strongly into my arse without further preparation other than the lubrication he had from fucking Also.


I gasped and cried out in pain and indignation, which only served to make him laugh.


"Here, Also. Make yourself useful," he growled. "Get under him there and suck him off as I do my work."


Also moved between me and the rock and moved his lips over my cock and gave me suck as Bleecker pounded away at my hole.


I tried to object in terror as I felt Bleecker's hands close around my throat, but nothing came out but a strangled croak. I was writhing in agony and increasing ecstasy on his hard, impaling pole as the pressure increased and I began to fight for breath and my eyes began to bulge in their sockets. I was growing faint, and there was a buzzing in my ears, and Bleecker's filthy-language commentary of how hard and long he was going to fuck me and how sweet my arse was began to sound like it was coming from far, far away. I could feel my windpipe being cut off and Also sucking at my cock, but the overwhelming sensation that was taking over and expanding over my whole being was of Bleecker's cock turning into a tree trunk, a veritable stately oak, and my channel stretching and stretching and of the throbbing and searching cock exploring farther and farther up my channel-seeming to move up into my intestines and soon to burst out of my mouth. At the edge of consciousness, I ejaculated down Also's throat, and Bleecker spouted deep inside me in fountains of cum that burbled up between cock and channel walls and dribbled out of my hole-and Bleecker released his choke hold on my throat, and oxygen and the pain of returning from the brink flooded into me. My knees gave way, but I remained impaled by Bleecker's cock, which was still hard and big enough to hold me up.


"Now you fuck him," I heard Bleecker saying in a voice that still sounded like it was on the far side of a vast, echoing chamber.


Also was weakly objecting, but I heard the crack of the slap across his face and then Bleecker was pulling out of me and Also was entering me. And he was doing so more slowly and not as fillingly as Bleecker. And I had the sensation of something more like the cock of Needham than Bleecker-a loving cock-a bulb that lingered on my prostate and made love to it that made my cock seep although it had been fully milked just moments before. One that was exploring my channel and caressing me at every nock and cranny. Slowly pumping me; not overpowering me and slamming into me, but encouraging me to join it in the rhythm of the fuck, which I did. A young, strong chest was caressing my shoulder blades, and I felt the sweet kiss of lips at the hollow of my neck.


This only lasted briefly, though, because Bleecker had positioned himself behind Also, and he was fucking Also now as Also was fucking me. And then he was choking Also with the red cravat still wound around his neck, and Also lost control of his cock, which now was plunging wildly inside me as Also scrabbled at the red cravat with his claws and fought for breath. His flow was strong and came in three jerks.


And thus was my initiation into both Bleecker's and Also's worlds as lovers. Each was entirely different from the love that Galo made to me at night. And Galo made his love in the misconception that he was my only lover and that all of my energy was saved for him.


However, Bleecker was demanding as well. And I had grown to understand what Also meant about the thrill of Bleecker's choking fuckings. I was still in love with Galo, but the cock that I loved was the giant oak tree trunk cock that Bleecker's edge-of-unconsciousness fucking gave me. And having taken Also's young cock and body, I sought solace with him on occasion as well. We would steal off to one of the pools in the forest with the excuse of the need for cleanliness, and while bathing, I would swim over to him in the shallowness of the pool, where he would have crouched down, forming a lap, with an upright hard cock for me to impale myself on, either facing or facing away from him as the mood struck, and enjoy a cocking from one as young as me who could produce semen that could flow up throughout my body and make my eyes swim in lust-and who could harden again immediately and take me to paradise again before I had left it the first time.


I had reached an accommodation with this new society and with my role not only in the function of society but also in the adjusting of three men to circumstance, two of whom were vital to the maintenance of a balance of life on this small island. And then one bright morning the sails of Captain Pelsaert's replacement vessel were sighted off the outlying island of the Abrolhos. Miracle of miracles. Not only had Pelsaert managed to reach the East Indian capital of Batavia in a longboat, but he'd also managed to find his way back to the shipwreck island that was in previously uncharted waters.


But if Pelsaert had truly been brilliant, he probably would not have lost his original vessel to begin with, and his return certainly started off without much promise. His assessment of the situation on the two islands the survivors had populated wasn't any better than his judgment in having left the fanatic Jeronimus Cornelisz in charge to begin with. Pelsaert was, at first, duped into believe Cornelisz' version of what had happened, and he prepared to attack the other island of survivors who had only distanced themselves to avoid slaughter by Cornelisz and his men.


However, Galo Needham and Saam Bleecker, in rare act of cooperation, took Pelsaert aside and gave him the real story of what had happened after Pelsaert had rowed off in his longboat. Getting it right at last, Pelsaert had Cornelisz and six of his most bloody henchmen hanged before nightfall. However, in revenge, Cornelisz, in his final declaration, publicly denounced both Needham and Bleecker as sodomists-and me and Also by association as well.


Reluctantly, but wanting now to keep the cleanup operation neat, Pelsaert placed the four of us in a rowboat and pointed us toward the hint of a land horizon to the east and pushed us off of the small sand island that had been our home for five months. He and his men stood at the water's edge with muskets and declared that we would be shot dead if we tried to return to the island and to the amenities we had contributed so heavily to establishing there.


Needham was resolved to our fate, and, handing an oar to me, he and I went to the stern of the little rowboat and pointed it toward the east and started to row. Also was too weak to do much of anything. Bleecker had broken his arm in unusually rough sex two weeks earlier, and Also was black and blue from stem to stern from Bleecker's beatings and as close to death as to life. Bleecker was livid and fired off curses to all and sundry as we rowed away from the island.


He built up to such a state of agitation that, while Needham and I rowed, he turned Also on his back, his head banging against the bow of the boat, and spread the young sailor's legs wide, and fucked him in hard thrusts that felt like they were propelling the boat to the distant shore with as much force as Needham and I were managing with our oars.


It took us two days to reach the pristine shores of a landmass that was far broader than any of the islands we had seen in the Abrolhos island chain.Sometime in the night, however, while we were all dozing, Also had gone over the side of the boat and disappeared forever. I will always wonder whether he finally succumbed to the cruelty of the life that Bleecker had thrust upon him and slipped over the side on his own, or whether Bleecker, realizing that he had almost completely used Also up, had ended it all for the young sailor.


However, Also's disappearance from the equation brought life-and death-to a head for the rest of us. Now there were two takers and only one giver.


We didn't last a day.


We landed in a sandy cove in the morning. In one of their rare agreements Needham and Bleecker agreed that the tree fringe in this cove was as good as any to attempt a settlement until we could decide what we were going to do to try to survive in this virgin land. However, Bleecker started erecting a shelter on the south side of the cove, so Galo and I moved to the north side to build ours.


Right off the beach, Bleecker made his move on me, commanding me to come with him to the south side. Such was his domination of me in sex by this time that I started to move off as commanded. But Needham laid his hand on my arm and said,"Do not listen to him, Dane. Beware of him. Haven't you seen how he drove one man to his death with his demands? And a hardened sailor at that. Come with me. Your place is with me."


Bleecker said nothing, and I did not want to see a confrontation occur any sooner than it had to happen. But I knew what Needham didn't know. He may possess my heart, but Bleecker now possessed my arse. And Needham also didn't know that I already was further down that path to slow death by rough cocking than he could ever imagine. I knew now why Also submitted to it. And although I genuinely sighed and moaned for Needham when he was fucking me, I was lost to a much higher level of passion and satisfaction when Bleecker was fully possessing me.


I felt my only chance at survival would be if the domination of Bleecker was no longer a choice.


So, I went to the north end of the beach with Needham and helped him build the initial shelter good enough for two-at least good enough until the next day and the next when we had all of the time in the world to improve it.


At dusk, Bleecker appeared at the opening to our shelter.


"I have come for the lad, Needham. He is mine by rights and by possession."


"What do you mean by possession?" Needham declared. "You cannot live on the claim that you saved him from the Batavia sinking forever. There is no one to say that he would not have survived anyway."


"I mean that I have known him. I have fucked him, and he cannot live without my fucking. I can see it in his eyes, and I wonder that you have not seen it too.Whereas he can forget such as you can give him all the time my cock is working inside him."


Needham recoiled in shock and turned to me. "Be this true, Dane, lad? Has this man cocked you? And if so, do you wish to go with him? Is his cock tastier than mine?"


I hung my head and said nothing.


"Answer me. Answer me now. This man would have you dead inside a month. You have seen what he had done to Also. Tell me."


"I cannot tell either one of you," I muttered. "You both have something I need and want. Do not ask me to choose." And then almost as an afterthought, "Cannot we live together in peace? I shall not deny either one of you."


The two looked at each other in looks of belligerence that intensified, each one placing his hand on the hilt of the dagger at his waist.


"I love him. I cannot sit by and watch you fuck him to death," Needham declared.


"I must have him all, and I cannot be given limits on how I take my pleasure," Bleecker muttered. "There is nothing left for anyone else when I have taken my fill. I will not share."


They stood, glaring at each other, the atmosphere palpable. I gave a sob and tears came to my eyes. If there was anything I could do to make peace between these two men, I would do so. The skills of all three of us were needed if we were to survive, let alone thrive, in this untested environment.


"On the beach. Now," Bleecker declared.


"So be it," Needham responded.


Both left me alone as the sun sank over the ocean.


Some minutes later, I heard rustling at the edge of the forest line and looked up, through tear-stained eyes. And there he stood. Bloodied, but cock hard and proud, ready to claim me for his own. Resolute, I lay back on the small of my back and opened my legs to him.



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