Itty Bitty (bxb erotic shorts)

Castaway Part 2

I float. The sun beating down on my bare skin. I was ready to let go. Just drift to the bottom. But that's when I seen the beast rising from the water.

The dark blue machine was barely visible until it had completely surfaced. It looked old, like something from an old war movie. I gasp as the hatch opens and I try to swim away from the machine, but my body was not cooperating. I look back when I heard a splash, but when I turn around I see nothing. Thinking the coast was clear I start to move, but a man pops up from the waters.

"You're coming with me" he said, his accent strong. I don't have any energy left to fight as he starts guiding me towards the submarine. What else could I have done? Swim and hide in an abandoned cave of seaweed? Yeah right.

A woman pokes up from the hatch and offers me her hand, the man pushing me up onto the ladder. I hesitate, then let her pull me inside. And let me tell you, this thing was dark. The two people make their way back in and close the hatch, and the machine starts descending into the endless waters.

I lay back on the floor, relieved to be out of the water, that is until a knife was pressed to my neck.

"Tell us your name, and why the vigilantes brought you out this far. Whatever you did, they wanted you to suffer" a new man said. I can't help but stare. He had a slight growl to his voice, and as the other man pulled off his wet suit, I noticed they were all practically naked. Wearing just a t-shirt and shorts. Or in his case, just a pair of boxers. "Pay attention, boy" he says, pressing it so I could feel the metal pinch my skin.

"Tank. They call me tank... I guess they considered me a murderer" I say, gulping and wincing slightly when it causes the knife to cut me slightly. He pulls the knife away, using it to cut the last of my clothes off.

"And do you consider yourself a murderer?" He asks, and curious look in his eyes. He looks at me for a moment before letting his eyes wander, a hand running down my chest slowly.

"N..no... I mean. I didn't intend to... He hurt me, I just wanted him to stop" I say softly, slowly pulling myself into a sitting position. His hand continues to travel lower, stopping just before my hard cock.

"Well then. We'll let you live, for now." He grips my hand and pulls me up, dragging me away from the other two and into a room with a small bunk. Setting his stuff down, he opens a door to reveal a small bath room and shower. "Get in, you smell like fish. It'll be another two days before we reach our ship in international waters"

"International waters? W-why there?" I stutter, a habit of mine when I'm nervous. I step into the shower, whimpering and averting my eyes to the floor when he steps in with me, his chest pressed against my back.

The warm water sprays over us, and I could feel the tickle from the scruff of his beard as he leans in close to my ear. "You don't really believe I'm a model citizen, do you?" He chuckles, scrubbing the dirt off my back. "We're going there because the feds won't look for us there, and at this point everyone just assumes your dead, right?"

I gulp and nod, trying to clean myself up as quickly as possible. I slip, my sore blistered feet not doing me much good, and the man catches me. I stare, now face to face with him, and my hard on rubbing against his. "Uhm.. I never did catch your name.."

"Well tank" he grins, his calloused hand gripping both cocks. "If I told you my name, I'd have to kill you. And I think I'm going to enjoy having you around. So from now on, you can call me captain."