I drove to the South Beach Marina in Newport, Oregon to do some deep sea fishing in my boat that I keep moored there.
It was about ten AM by the time I got to the Marina. I Grabbed my cooler and a bag of gear from my truck, and walked on down the dock to my boat. I thought it was strange that the door to the cabin on my boat was a bit ajar. The only explanation, in my mind, was a possible intruder.
I got a knife out of my bag, and slowly pulled the cabin doors open. There, sitting at the kitchen table was a boy eating cereal. He looked up at me, like a deer in headlights. "Ummm..." He said, mouth still full of cereal.
"Yea..." I said, staring him down. "What the fuck are you doing in my boat?!" I pointed the knife at him and he looked like he was about to pee his pants.
"I..." Is all he said for about a minute, as I waited in the doorway, still pointing the knife at his face. "My... My parents kicked me out." He finally said. "I was like, homeless, you know?"
Was that a question? How the fuck am I supposed to know this stupid kid's problems? Kids these days...
"So, you just decided to break into my boat and have some cereal?" I asked, still trying to understand what the fuck he was doing there. "Like, you don't have any friends you could crash with? Come on, yer like what, eighteen?"
I learned a long time ago that one way to get people to like you, is to talk like them. Mimic them. Not overly so, just in a subtle way. They will be instantly drawn to you, like you understand them. I do these little tricks all the time, unconsciously.
"Nineteen." The kid said. "So, I'm like an adult, you know? So, like they just threw me out. Said 'Go get a job' or something. Be an adult. But, like, I don't wanna be an adult, ya know?"
He didn't answer my question. Kids today. "So... Like, you don't have any friends?" I finally lowered my knife, hoping it would allow his brain to work.
"Oh yea, man. I mean, I had friends, you know?" I knew it wasn't a question, but he kept going up at the end of the sentence, like a question. Fucking kids.
"So like, then what happened?" Another get them to like me trick. I sat down at the table, across from him.
"Well, I came out of the closet, like a year ago, ya know? And like everyone hated me. My parents hated me, kids at school hated me. My friends all dis-owned me. Bullshit like that, ya know?" He almost stared to cry.
"Fucking bullshit." I said. "Didn't you have a boyfriend, or something? Someone to comfort you? Someone you could stay with?"
"Yea man. Had one. That's why I finally moved out of my parent's place. He let me stay at his place, and it was cool for a while, but then..." He actually started to cry. What a goddamn pussy.
"It's okay." I said, as I started plotting his death in my head. "It's his loss anyway. I mean, you're a nice looking young man. You could get any guy you wanted, really."
"Nice of you to say." He said. "But, I don't know... I haven't really gotten used to the gay lifestyle, you know? I even put Grindr on my phone. People kept sending me dick pics, but how do I just pick up a stranger and like, fuck them? It's so weird."
"Well, it starts with you sucking my dick." I said, as I stood up from the table and pulled my cock out. "I'm sure as fuck not gonna let you stay here for free. Just suck my dick and we'll be all good."
He smiled. "Been a while. But yea. That's cool, man." He said, as he finally got down on his knees in front of me.
I wanted to toy with him for a while, so I just put my cock in his mouth and fucked his face for a few minutes. I really wasn't that interested in oral, but I know young faggots just love the cock. So, I let him slurp on it for a while as I tried not to think about how I was going to wreck his pretty-boy asshole.
"Nice." I said, as he continued slurping on my wet cock. "Now, take those close off, and come with me to the bed." I said. He took his clothes off, and I led him off to the bed at the back of the cabin, towards the bow of the boat.
He was quiet as he followed me to the bed. I liked that in a submissive. "Get up there." I said, as I slapped him on the bare ass. He bounded up on the bed and stared back at me with a grin.
"Turn over. Put that ass in the air." I commanded him. He started to frown a bit, worried. "What is it?" I asked.
"Well..." He hesitated. "Like, never really done anal, you know? Just blow jobs. I can just finish you off, okay?" He asked, with a smile, with hope in his eyes.
I wasn't going for it. "Turn over, on your stomach. I just want to rub down your back and your ass. It turns me on, okay? I have a bottle of baby lotion right there, next to the bed. Just turn over."
And, he finally turned over. I also had a roll of duct tape near the bed. I opened the drawer and pulled the tape out. I also got the oil out and I started to oil up his legs, down to his ankles.
"Ahhh, that's nice man." He said.
I took the tape and quickly wrapped the boy's ankles together. "What the fuck, man?!" He screamed. I got another piece of tape and wrapped it quickly around his stupid face.
He started thrashing around on the bed, trying to grab me with his hands. I taped them down, behind his back.
I straddled his thighs, staring deep into his ass crack. "Never had anal, eh?" I asked, with an evil laugh. I smacked his ass cheeks a few times and the boy let out a muffled scream from behind the tape.
"Oh yes. Scream all you want. Anal is always better with screams." I said, as I jammed three fingers into his brown hole. He clenched his buttocks and i punched him in the kidney.
"You're going to let me fuck your ass, little boy. You're going to love being fucked in the ass. You will love it, or I will slice your stupid throat and throw you overboard for the fishies. Got it?" I traced his ass cheeks with the knife, and he mumbled that he understood.
I fucked his ass, hard and furious. I saw the boy cringe, his face turning a dark red and the vein in his forehead bulged out. He was in terrible pain, and I loved it.
I kept pounding his ass for a solid ten minutes, while I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and gave him gentle kisses on the back of his neck. He cringed at the kisses almost as much as the pounding on his ass.
His fear made me smile, and I came. Pulled out of his ass, and a trail of blood followed. Fucking kid ruined my perfectly white sheets.
I left him there, in the cabin, still taped up. Went back to my truck to get the rest of my fishing supplies, came back to the boat, and cast off from the dock.
I drove the boat a few miles out to sea. It was poring rain like a motherfucker and the sea was quite choppy. I found a nice solid rope to tie the kid up with and went back to the bed to fetch him.
He was crying on the bed, sobbing through the tape. I took the tape off his mouth. "What the fuck are you babbling about?" I asked.
"You fucking raped me, man. You raped me... I think I'm bleeding. I wanna go home." More crying.
"Too bad, kid. Picked the wrong cabin to break into. Welcome to adulthood, motherfucker." I said, as I tied the strong rope around his ankles, hoisted him over my shoulder and took him to the back of the boat. I tied the other end of the rope to a metal hoop on the rear of the boat and gave the kid a daring smile.
"What's going on?" He said, through continued sobbing. "Where are we... Going?"
"Oh, well I'm going shark fishing. You're bait." I said, as I slashed his chest with my knife, drawing just enough blood to attract a big fucking shark. Then, I tossed him over the back of the boat. I jammed on the throttle and I saw the kid thrashing in the waves. Bobbing up and down, like good bait.
I didn't want him to drown, really. I just drove at full speed for a few minutes, then slowed down, to see if he would come back to the surface. More thrashing, back to the surface he came, flopping about like a good bait fish.
I hit the throttle again and turned on the GoPro that was aimed at the back of the boat. I wanted to watch this kid getting eaten by a big ass shark over and over. Good times.
A few minutes later, I got my wish. A huge fucking shark jumped out of the surf, near the kid. He screamed bloody murder. The shark came up behind him and snapped at one of his arms. More screams.
After the shark toyed with him for a while, it finally took a huge bite. I could tell, because I could feel the pull against the boat. I looked back and could still see part of the kid bobbing up and down amongst the waves. Got out my binoculars and saw that his head and chest were gone.
Just then, I saw in the binoculars the huge shark taking the last bite of the kid. It lunged several feet into the air, with the kid hanging out of its mouth. After that, it was over, so I untethered the rope from the boat.
Got out my Iphone, and watched the GoPro video of the kid getting ripped to shreds. Over and over. Until I came.
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