Zenith Star

By: Littledick

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The Zenith Star was a large tugboat that is used to tow deep-sea oilrig platforms from one location to another. The tug has a crew of eight on it. Made up of the Captain and his first officer come mate. Two engineers who looked after the three large engines that propel the tug. Two deck hands, a cook and his assistant who in this case is me.As far as I was concerned, there were three of them that I thought were the cutest I have seen in awhile. In ranking order they are, the Captain Mark, the First engineer Shane and my boss Dale the cook. They are all built like Greek athletes with more than well-sculptured bodies that have been chiselled by the masters themselves.

Whilst I am the youngest I could still be proud of my body. I might only be five foot seven inches tall but I have a firm hold on this earth with my size twelve feet. I have a well-developed muscular smooth body with a good set of pectorals that hold my nipples with their pointy tits that show through most shirts that I wear. My abdominal muscles are developed and have the shape of a six pack in them. Whilst I have seen bigger at least mine are there, not to mention more than ripened bubble butt that everyone admired. My head is adorned with bright blond hair. With vivacious piercing electric blue eyes that radiate from my cheeky, impish boyish face, that has a spirited luster to it.

My distinctly clear-cut, well-defined face reflects my energetic exuberant and delightful nature that draws people to me. Plus I have a constant boyish cheeky smile at all times that people can’t help but warm too, in spite of my scampish ways. However, I am all boy when it comes to it. The most precious well-used part of my body that I am full of pride for is my picnic basket. It contains a thick chunky five inch relaxed cut cock. When excited and aroused grows to a hefty, robust and vigorous seven and a half-full inches with a proud dynamic head on it. It is partly held out from my torso by two wholesome and extraordinarily generously proportioned balls that hang particularly low in a long floppy sack. In fact, my balls almost look like huge animals' balls in many ways. Both my cock and balls stood out even more when naked because of their unusually dark colour. They have a deep purplish come reddish colour to them against my naturally tanned body. I have balls that a stud bull would be more than proud to own. In fact, my balls in some ways dwarfed my more than reasonable sized cock. Whilst others might have gigantic cocks longer than I have, mine at least was bigger than normal. My balls looked out of proportion to the rest of my physic, but who is complaining. Mind you when they delivered my balls pumped out a huge torrents and I could go all day as it were.

This was my first trip out as I spent the first six months working at the head office canteen whilst I finished my chefs course. The company took me on after I won a Chefs competition whilst training and they wanted to make sure they got me before someone else got in. The company had chefs on their larger tugs like the Zenith Star, which is their largest, their oilrigs and their offices down at the ports they work out of as well as head office. They wanted me to get experience on all their facilities as they wanted someone to eventually head up their total catering needs. They also wanted someone who got on with every one as well. I had been a hit at head office with my bright bubbly nature and natural abilities. We had been under way for two days, heading out to platform number four, another five days sail away. The Zenith Star is on its madden voyage after a major refit. We had just finished cleaning up after supper and Dale had already gone off to bed. I had gone down the back of our storage area. There was no one around and I was hidden behind some equipment. I was as randy as a hutch full of rabbits on heat so I dropped my pants and gave the dog a good flogging. My seven and a half inch cock was at full attention along with the banana curve in it that points it back to my navel. It was as hard as spring-steel as I pulled it away from my body to get a good handle on it. I did not see the Captain come in, as I was so focused on my building climax. The Captain positioned himself, so he could get a proper look at who was there. He did not say anything, nor did I see him there. I grunted as I shoot my bolt, sending shot after shot of large gobs of thick cream flying through the air. Spunk went everywhere as I convulsed with each ejaculation that was pumped out of my big balls. I was still groaning in ecstasy as the lasted of my cum ran down my bone hard cock and over my ball sack. My cloths were splattered in sperm especially my tee shirt.

The door closed to the storage area but I did not see anyone come in or go out. I quickly pulled up my pants in spite of large gobs of cum on the inside of them. As I pulled them, up you could see a wet patch growing in my crotch. I looked around but could not see anyone. There was no one around when I opened the door and looked down the corridor. So I finished cleaning up my mess and went to bed.

During the next day, I tried to see if anyone was looking at me in a rather funny way, but I netted a negative result. So I tried to put it out of my mind and got on with my work. No one even hinted that they aware of anything let alone what I did last night. So buy day’s end I had forgotten about it altogether. After supper and cleaning up, I headed to my room. I got half way there and I was grabbed from behind, pushed to the ground, gagged and a hood thrown over my head. Before I knew it, my hands had been tied behind me along with my legs. I must have been jumped by at least two guys. Not a word was said and I was dazed by it. I was dragged into another room and thrown onto a bed. I knew it was not my room, as mine was too small to accommodate more than one person.

I was on my stomach and my hands were tied to the head of the bed. A rope was put around my waist and fixed to the bed. My shoes were pulled off and my legs untied with my baggy chef’s pants pulled down exposing my succulent smooth bubble butt. My legs where then tied to the bedposts leaving my bunghole venerable. Some lubricant was pushed into my love chute and it was not long before I was mounted with a huge cock up my ass. My own cock was stiffening under me before whom ever it was screwing me pushed his hand under me to fondle my cock. I could feel him follow the bend in my cock until he got to my belly button where my dick was oozing pre-cum for all it was worth. The intensity of the fuck increased and soon cum was being pushed deep within me. Once he was finished shooting up my butt his body slumped over my body until his erection shrunk as it relaxed. No one spoke, he just dismounted and someone else got on and took me for a ride.

By nights end I had been screwed four times but I am sure one of them had a second go. I suddenly felt a jab as something sharp was stuck into my butt. It wasn’t long after that I must have passed out because I don’t remember anything else. I woke in my own bed in the morning and I was stark naked with a sheet over me. I have no idea how I got here so I just found my pants and a tee shirt and put them on followed by my boots and went to work. I tried to work out who screwed me without making it to obvious that I was sussing people out. However, I had no idea or suspicions. I just wondered if I would be screwed again as I prepared supper.

Strolling back to my room, I tried to move along naturally, like I had no reservations or like I expected to find someone waiting for me. I was hoping that I would be jumped again, as I never put up a fight the night before. By the time I got to my room, I had a full raging hard on in my pants. I opened my door, pulled my dick out, and started working it like there was no tomorrow. Heavy breathing sounds filled the room as I bet myself off. Just as I reached a volcanic climax someone, knock on the door. I flipped my pants back over my cock and blew all over the insides as I tried to answer the door as quickly as I could. My room smelt of fresh cum so I do not know how I was going to conceal what I had been up to. What with the aroma of cum, and my more than detectable hard on and the front of my baggy pants soaked from the load I had blown in them tenting like a balloon in front of me?

I opened the door looking rather sheepishly to find Mark the Captain standing there. He said Dale and I are both impressed with your work and attention to detail. The meals you have done have been fantastic. Thank you was my comment; as I went on to say to him that I appreciate the compliment. He said if I had any problems I could come to him and he would help me sort them out. Thanks I replied, but I am fine, no problems at all. Great he said, see you in the morning. With that he turned and walked away. I was amazed as I still had a hard on that could not go unnoticed in my pants. I wondered why he asked me if I had any problems. However I was not going to loose any sleep over it.

No one was giving away the fact that they were one of them that had screwed me the other day, or that they thought I was gay or a wanker. Therefore, I just acted like my usual bubbly self as I went about my business. It was strange knowing that at least three of the seven people on board had screwed me and I could not fathom out who they were. After lunch I was back in the storage area getting out the gear, we needed for the evening meal. I did not hear anyone come into the room but suddenly someone was running their hands over my butt as I was backing out of a storage bin. I was a little stunned and a voice reassured me by saying you are all right boy. I knew the voice and was sure it was the Captain.

I did not resist in any way. In fact, I loosened the drawstring to my black and white striped pants, which allowed then to slip down a little showing the top part of my butt. I stayed over the bin and the to support myself as I felt his hard on ringing the doorbell to my ass. As he pushed himself in, I turned to discover that it was actually the Captain. Mark screwed my brains out and I knew that it was he that did me twice the other night. As he worked himself up into a passionate mayhem he took hold of my big balls and squeezed them for all he was worth. We both ended up coming together; his load up my ass and mine all over the storage bin and me.

I could screw your butt all day and night boy, Mark exclaimed. In fact, I think you are the hottest boy I have ever seen. I want you to come to my room when you finish tonight. I want you in my bed the Captain informed me. I sensed that this was the start of something that could develop into a load of hot fun. So after I finished work I made my way to the Captains room. I entered the room but no one was there so I stripped off and took a shower and dried off. I sat on the end of the bed and waited for Mark to arrive. I must have dozed off as the next thing I knew someone took hold of my balls. I went to get up but a hand stopped me. It’s Mark boy, your alright, was whispered in my ear. His voice sounded so assuring so I relaxed and allowed him to do what ever he wanted to do to me. I told him that I used his shower and he said, great. It was not long before I was being screwed again. We slept together and Mark had hold of my balls all night. After that, some days later, I would be screwed several times by the three guys with the Captain doing me at least twice a day. I was constantly horny and would jack off at any stage I got. When I was caught wanking one of the three would always sink their boots into my balls, but I would often shoot a load when they took a hit at them as well.

By the time we reach platform number four the four of us had gotten quiet close to each other. I would go the Mark's room every night and was screwed and played with. During the day, I would get my ass pumped at every opportunity by the other two. I loved every moment of it both the work and the action I was getting.

We hooked up with the platform that still had a few crewmembers aboard it to help with the moving. We had extra meals to prepare whilst we were towing the platform and it took four weeks to move it to its new location. One of the guys from the platform tried to make a move on me but was foiled every time he tried by one of the three guys who were already fucking me silly every day.

It had been eight weeks by the time we reached port again and walked on dry land. The tug had to be serviced so we were given three weeks off with pay. Mark asked if I would stay with him as he had a great penthouse that overlooked the beach near by. So I agreed and went with him after getting my few cloths. Mark made me feel at home and we talked a lot about what we wanted in life. He asked all manner of questions of me and I answered then all as best I could. He asked me if I would be his boy toy? Mark also explained that before I answered I had to understand that it would mean he would have full control over me in every way shape and form. That it would be a long-term commitment as well.

I did not need long to think about his proposition. I informed him straight away that I would be more than pleased for him own me and for me to be his boy toy to do with as he wished. A huge smile crept across his face as he swept me up in his arms and thanked me. Mark covered me in kisses as he undressed me as we continued to hug and kiss. Mark took me into the kitchen and put me up on the table. He got his clippers out and trimmed my pubic hairs as well as my cock and balls. He also did between my legs and the few hairs around my boy pussy. After pulling out a gadget he plugged it in and began removing the hairs around my bunghole so that they would never grow back. The few hairs I had on my ball bag were removed and those with in a half inch around the diameter of my cock were removed. Mark then removed spasmodically the hairs on my pubic mound so that when they grew back they would be rather sparse. The few hairs that would grow would only be in a patch of no more that an inch above the gap where my cock sat and two inches wide.

The rest of my pubic hair was removed. He gave me a hair cut with short back and sides before he put his clippers away. He used his electrolysis device to permanently remove any sign of hairs on my upper lip and chin area. Mark also removed my side burns back above my ears. When he had completed his hair removal, I was taken to the showers where he shaved me down completely with his cutthroat razor. The both of us spent quiet a long time in the shower together playing around as we climbed over each other's bodies. I loved the feeling of my smooth balls flopping against my legs. My butt felt exquisite as the two sides of the deep valleys rubbed against each other as if they were well lubricated.

Mark took me out on the town for a meal that night. He dressed me in a tight short sleaved tee shirt and some three-quarter length shorts with six pockets and key loops on it. I was also given a pair of sand coloured boots to wear. I looked like a real young boy bright and bubbly. The two of us has a good time and were both worn out by the time we got home. Next morning Mark shagged me like there was no tomorrow. It was mid morning when we got up and showered. We were having some breakfast when Shane and Dale came in. Mark went and did a couple of things whilst Shane and Dale both had sex with me. By the time, these two screwed me a couple of times my butt was filled to over flowing with man cum. On entering the room, Mark had a gigantic smile on his face and a rather wicked look to boot. He simply said it is all arranged for this afternoon. I had no idea what Mark was talking about and no explanation was tendered either, but the two others were excited about the news.

We all had a coffee before we went to the playroom Mark had just behind the apartment. It is like a storage room with no windows and the only entrance was from the patio so no one could get to it apart from those in Mark's place. The room was air conditioned and had some good lighting in it. Mark had set it up like a dungeon so with a flick of a switch there was just enough light to see. I was already naked when I entered the room. It did not take the guys long to have me tied up and paddling my butt and smacking my balls around. I shoot several loads as they kept it up. Mark grabbed my already hard boner and began massaging it and stroking it full on. It was the best hand job I had ever had. Spunk flew across the room as if an oil well had been tapped although I tried to hold it as long as I could. Nevertheless, once it went off there was no holding it back and the guys were more than impressed with my performance. Dale came over and repeated the process until I blew all over the place once more. I thought this was too good to be true. In all our sex play, my coming has been of no consequence. Today I had been pulled off twice and Shane was coming over for his go to get me to blow again. Once again I spouted forth a live fountain; the then guys took me out side and hosed my down to clean me up. I was taken back into the playroom and tied to a table in the middle of the room. Above me were some of the big lights but they were off at this point. Mark disappeared whilst the other two stayed with me.

The door opened and Mark came in with two other guys. I was not introduced to them but the big lights above me came on which temporarily blinded me. I felt someone fondle my balls and say that they hadn't seen human balls the size of lemons before. Mark replied they are beauties aren’t they! By the time my eyes had adjusted, the two new people approached me again. Both were naked, the first on had on some leather chaps whilst the second was completely naked. The completely naked one dragged a trolley behind him. Things on the trolley rattled a bit but what ever it was, it was covered with towels. As the completely naked one got closer it was obvious that he was a eunuch or had minute balls but I suspect the he was a eunuch.

Mark said well boy I want to introduce you to Doc. and his slave. I said hi! Mark came and stood by my head. Doc. waisted no time uncovering and readies his instruments. He picked up a scalpel as Mark lifted my head so I could see the blade cut and slide into my ball bag and make a long incision which stung somewhat.

Suddenly I felt a little funny a cold sensation flowing up my left arm followed by a wobbly humming sensation and then nothing. I woke back in our bed and I have no idea how long I had been there. Mark spoke gently to me as I started coming round and put his hands on me so I could not get up. I felt somewhat groggy and as Mark ran his fingers over my face and I feel off to sleep again. Next time I came too Mark was lying along side of me reading a book. Giday sleepyhead filled my ears. I looked into his eyes and smiled. Where have you been Marked asked? It's seven days since you went to sleep! What! What do you mean I asked. You have been asleep for seven days now. I had a look of surprise on my face, that's right boy it's been seven days.

I thought for a moment, the last thing I remember were my balls being cut into. What seven days since my balls were cut off? No silly, I wouldn't cut your jewels off, Mark retorted. We made some other modifications he said. I must have dozed off because it was dark when I re-entered the world of the living. Mark was sawing logs with a light snore in time with his breathing. The following morning Mark was looking at me when I finally came to and stretched. Well my little buddy boy is finally back. I felt a little stiff and sore, not to mention clammy and wanting a shower. The feeling of being hungry also began to set in as well. I went to put my hand down towards my crotch and felt the bandages covering what ever was left of my sex. I felt a bandage over my right pectoral as my hand slid down my body as well. My hand came across the tubing coming out from amongst the bandages and I wondered what it was for as well as why my but felt funny. Mark noticed and went and picked up the bag on the side if the bed that was half filled with urine. Didn't want you to wet the bed my gorgeous boy!

Well I suppose you want to know what I have done to you hay, boy! I nodded positively, Mark got up and said I will be back in a moment. It wasn't long and he returned with a parcel that was all wrapped up. Mark sat on the side of the bed with me and started to tell me how much he loves me, not to mention how proud he is of me and that want me to be with him for the rest of our lives. As he ran his fingers ever so delicately over my face he began to tell me that he has had my cock completely removed right down to its roots deep with my body. He went on to say that I have had it preserved and mounted in a solid resin block which he began to unwrap before me.

Once the wrapping was off there it was all eleven inches of it. The seven and a half inches and another three and a half inches that was hidden previously inside of me before. I couldn't get over its length and Mark commented that thing was six and a half inches around its mighty girth. I was told that once healed it would look like I had never had a cock as the top skin from my ball sack had been pulled up over where my cock used to be. Mark went on to say that my urethra has been relocated between the back of my nut sack and boy pussy, that every time I had to piss I would piss over my nuts even if I sat to piss. I looked a little surprised and Mark said what's up little boy? I though you took my balls, like the last thing I remembers was the scalpel slicing into my ball bag.

No that just where the Doc. started but you are sterile as we gave you a vasectomy that can not be reversed. Your cords were cut and the ends to your urethra were tied. A hug section of cord was removed and the ends from your nuts were left open so your sperm now discharges over your balls in their sack, so they are soaking in your own cum boy!

The only way you can get relief is when your balls are tortured or when I fuck you and your prostrate gets you all excited. Again you sweet lubricant will run down your balls and held lubricate your own butt hole. I also had the muscles that pull your balls up closer to your body disables so that your nuts always sit on the bottom of your sack making it easier to kick them around my little pussy boy.

Thus began my life as a sex slave to the owner of the Zenith Star Lines and his two hot mates.