Author’s note: Please read Water Rat parts I & II before you begin this chapter.

The Water Rat series is a sinister tale of submission and dominance. It explores the confused emotions of hate and desire, and the fine line that separates the two. It is definitely adult in content, so the typical disclaimers are urged. Please do not proceed if you are offended by graphic descriptions of hardcore sexual acts between two men, or if you are not of legal age to access this type of erotica.

I regained consciousness. How long had I been out? The sun was intense on my bare back, my white ass cheeks pink with sunburn as I lay prone on the deck of the Chris-craft. I felt the cords wrapped tightly around my wrists, looped firmly over the brass boot on the prow. My legs were still wish boned, tied at the ankles to the rail that ran the length of the boat on either side. The burning sensation in my butt reminded me of the man in the stern, the Water Rat. Kevin’s cum was still leaking from my hole, and was quickly drying into a pasty wad between my legs. He saw me stir, and approached me from around the windshield.

What a conundrum he was. He was harsh, dominating, gleefully inflicting pain and degradation as he abused my aching body repeatedly over the last couple days. Yet he was compassionate, as he hovered over my restrained body and rubbed sun block into my stinging flesh. He had given me a chance to escape, given me an opportunity to call for help when he handed me the cell-phone several hours ago. Inexplicably, I chose to stay. Kevin said very little as he stroked the soothing cream in lazy circles across my back. I felt his slippery hand between my legs as he massaged the milky lotion into my ass crack, mixing with his sticky cum. I felt a rough finger enter my sloppy ass, his thick knuckle popping in and out as I clamped down on it with my overworked sphincter muscle. “I fuckin’ turned ya inside-out. Your sissy ass looks like a goddam whore’s cunt!“ He sniggered, and went back to the rear of the boat.

I could turn my head far enough to see what he was doing behind me. I saw him; naked except for a bandanna tied around his long, sun streaked hair. His amazing shoulders glistened with sweat, bronzed by the raging sun. The hair on his chest shone in the blazing light, the spray from the ocean mixing with his sweat to form sparkling diamonds of moisture in the silky golden curls between his pectorals. He had a fishing rod, and Kevin proceeded to cast it into the briny water. A few minutes later he shouted, and I saw him tugging furiously on the pole. He had a strike, and it looked pretty big! His awesome body went into motion. I could see his powerful arms flexing as he strained against the pull, the mighty fish battling for its life. I lay excited on the sleek mahogany deck, my cock getting hard just looking at the display of perfect physical form. He held the sturdy deep-sea fishing pole between his legs; his hands clamped on its shaft like a huge penis growing out of his hips. I longed to have Kevin inside me again, straining and grunting like this, as he fucks me.

The Blue was small by standard, but still weighed at least twenty-five pounds. Kevin pulled it over the edge of the boat and clubbed it repeatedly with a short two-by-four. It flipped around a few times but soon grew still, its life knocked violently out. Kevin was chuckling, an evil smile spread across his grizzled face. He enjoyed the sport, but I think he enjoyed the kill the most.

We motored back to the dock in front of his boatyard. I was left on the boat deck as he took his kill on the pier and hosed water over it to rinse the blood and brains from the carcass. He then returned to the boat and unhooked my wrists from the bow. My shoulders were beyond pain, they had grown numb from being stretched over my head for so many hours. He proceeded to untie my ankles, and helped me to my feet. I couldn’t stand, my legs weak from the ordeal. Although he was slippery with sweat and fish blood I welcomed his embrace. He lifted me in his strapping arms and carried me to the hanger, laying me down on the cot. My body ached, every muscle outraged and inflamed. This is what he wanted for me, Kevin intended me to feel his power and his dominance. My brain was overloaded with emotions. I hated him, I feared him... and I desired him.

“So, little man, what am I to do with you? Your stinking asshole is so fuckin’ stretched out, I could dock my boat in there!” He taunted at me, as he rummaged through a wooden crate next to the cot. “I think I have a little surprise that might plug up that gaping crater, but first I need to get you battened down for the night!”

The Water Rat reached into the box and produced a thick black leather contraption, with buckles and grommets. I couldn’t imagine how it worked, but I knew I would soon find out. I was briefly released from the cords that bound me for the last two days, only to be immediately replaced by a six inch wide leather strap around each of my thighs, pulled tight and buckled firmly at the closure. They had smaller three-inch straps attached with metal studs at each side. Kevin grabbed my wrists and placed one in each of the side straps. I felt the hard rawhide cut into my skin as he yanked on the cuffs. My arms were now held firmly against my sides. He locked everything in place with heavy brass locks.

“Kevin, Noooo... Please Kevin, what is this? You don’t need to do this! I promise I won’t run! I proved that to you when we called my house and I told them not to come for me!” I whimpered, as he went back to the box for the rest of my restraints. I knew somehow that he wouldn’t care, that he needed to do this to me. Instinctively I fought my tormentor, and by doing so I fed his lust, and made him even more violent.
“MMMN, baby, you know I don’t give a damn, right? You jus’ keep cryin’, cuz it’s makin’ me hot! Look at the nice big boner you’re givin’ me, little man!” He said as he returned to the cot, his awesome engorged cock swaying in my face. He held a couple more straps, and threw a handful of locks on the stained mattress next to me. He looped a strap around my cock, and I winched as he pulled it tightly around my balls and shaft, cutting into the base of my scrotum. He took a lock and secured the ring around the base of my balls. Kevin locked another belt around my waist, and showed me his surprise.

“Think that stretched out pussy of yers can handle this?’ He smirked, as he held up a black latex butt plug in front of my astonished face. It was only about five inches long, but it was shaped like a big, fat acorn. Pointed at the tip, it expanded into an enormous bulb, at least eight inches in circumference, before narrowing again near the base. I began to scream, which made Kevin laugh. “Ain’t nobody gonna hear ya, little pussy boy. You jus’ scream all you want. I bet you’re gonna be hittin’ some high notes when you feel this little fucker pressin’ on your asshole!”

He flipped me over face down on the cot. My restraints were very effective, resistance was minimal, and I soon felt the tip of the big black appliance urging against my hole. Kevin put a small brown bottle up to my nose, amyl nitrate. I knew it would be my salvation, and if I gave into the heady vapors I might survive this assault! I almost blacked out as the vile bung popped past my sphincter, lodging itself firmly in my fuck chute. The amyl did it‘s job, and the intense pain translated in my confused brain as incredible pleasure. As my head cleared, I watched Kevin secure the obscene plug in place with a harness of leather looped through the base and attached with additional locks to the back of my belt and the underside of my cock ring. I felt like I had to take a crap, but I knew it was just the pressure of the bulb pushing on my guts, it’s thickness filling me up till I felt like I would rupture.

“Kevin, I need to take a piss. Please let me out of this! I swear I won’t try anything!” I sobbed.

The Rat grinned at me, but said nothing. He produced a strip of rawhide, and I lay helpless as he looped it around my erect penis just under the glan, pulling it tightly and knotting it closed. I felt the fullness of my bladder, and the butt plug pressing firmly against my prostate. He pulled me up by the shoulders and sat me on the edge of the cot. The plug was driven firmly into my gut as I sat on the thick latex base. The sensation was unbelievable. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I felt the hot piss travel up my cock, only to be stopped at the head by the tight leather string. I felt like a water balloon about to burst!

The feeling subsided and although I still felt bloated, the brutal pain receded into that dull bellyache feeling like someone had punched me in the solar plexus. Kevin went out to the deck to retrieve the Blue he had caught. I watched in a haze as he gutted the fish and sliced it into steaks. He was in a great mood, humming a tune as he rinsed the guts from his hairy forearms before returning to me on the mattress.

“ Okay, you’ve been a very good boy, I think you deserve to relieve yourself. C’mon, get your sorry ass up off that bed!” He helped me to my feet, and I walked unsteadily to the bathroom. Kevin held me under the arm and steadied me, the butt plug spreading my ass as I hobbled across the room. We got to the john, but Kevin guided me into the bathtub instead. Helping me over the edge, he turned me to face him and released the string on my cock head. It was like I had never pissed before in my life! The feeling was overwhelming, as torrents of urine streamed out of my inflamed dick. I t was like a religious experience, probably akin to the fervor and intensity felt by the middle-eastern dervishes when they find erotic bliss in flagellation. I wanted to kill Kevin for putting me through this exquisite torture, but the feeling of release was so incredible I began to laugh. Kevin started to laugh with me, and he pulled me against his rock-hard body. I soaked his torso in my yellow stream, running down between us to puddle on the floor at his feet.

“Fuck, Yes! Yes! Oh. Kevin, you fucking bastard!” I moaned into his ear, as he held me close and our chests heaved together. “I hate your sick fucking guts, you animal!”
The gush eventually subsided, and I felt weak-kneed. Kevin held me up in his embrace as I shook in ecstasy. I felt him searching my shoulders with his tongue, rolling circles of spit across my chest. His stubbly beard was rough on my neck, and I felt every whisker as he trailed his mouth down my chest. He nipped lightly on my tits and held them delicately between his lips. I felt as if I were under a spell, that this was a dream that I couldn‘t comprehend, but didn’t want to wake from.

I stood in the bathtub, totally helpless. My arms securely strapped to my thighs, a fat bulbous bung wedged firmly in my man pussy. The spectacular piss I had just taken was still sending chills through my body. Kevin’s mouth reached my dripping penis, and he swallowed it to the hilt. His beard brushed into my pubic hairs and I could smell the musky, sharp scent of the urine mixed with our sweat. The Water Rat kneeled in front of me, sucking my stiff cock in and out of his hungry lips. He reached around me and began to twist the knobby plug, turning it slowly in my ass. I swayed in front of him, trance-like, in a stupor of sexual desire.

He sensed my dick swelling in his mouth. I gazed down at Kevin’s massive shoulders hunched over my crotch, the big arms wrapped around my bound thighs. His biceps were like melons, flexing and popping as he pulled me into his throat. I felt the fluid rise in my cock, and I thought I was urinating again. Kevin knew differently, as he tasted the first shot of my hot cum hitting the roof of his mouth. He grabbed the plug firmly by the base, and yanked it out of my inflamed ass in one great tug. I felt the black monster explode from my butt just as I released an eruption of thick, briny cum into Kevin’s clever mouth. He gazed up at me as he swallowed every drop of my man-juice. I shuddered and collapsed across his broad sunburned back as he lifted me on his shoulder and carried me back to the cot.

He left me imprisoned in my straps as he hugged me, holding my tear-streaked face against his hairy chest. I fell asleep in his arms, listening to his heart beating and his gentle humming in my ear.