Little Big Man

LITTLE BIG MAN – a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER ELEVEN – SEX GAMES ONE: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Previously: Alex and Matti learn that there will be a second round of competition: a three-day period over which they will earn points for every time they have sex– three points for anal sex and two for oral. Tops may only have sex once with each Bottom. To earn extra points, Bottoms may also request sex with crew members. The lowest-scoring Top in each group will become a Bottom, and the lowest-scoring Bottom will become a Eunuch.

To start things off, each top is given an overnight guest in the form of a Bottom. A maroon named Latronius deliver's Alex's `guest', Florida, who refuses to cooperate. Latronius wants to watch Alex fuck Florida, however, and intervenes. Alex then fucks Florida's ass and Latronius fucks his mouth before leaving him with Alex overnight. Florida vows to jump overboard before he will let another man use him sexually. Latronius laughs at him and slaps him for his insolence.

(Author's Note: the results of all competitions – including past ones – were determined randomly, unless the random result would alter the story arc of the two main characters.)

ALEX: WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8, MORNING - ATLANTIC OCEAN

When the monitor's version of reveille woke me, I put on a pot of coffee and headed into the bathroom. Florida was gone. They must have come for him sometime during the night, but I was sleeping so soundly I didn't hear it. I think all of the stress of the last couple of days had worn me out so thoroughly that I was dead to the world.

The pre-dawn collection of Florida was curious, but my principal concern today was finding Bottoms to fuck. One of six Tops in my group would wind up a Bottom on Friday night, and it had to be Hawaii, Michigan, Nebraska, or Wyoming. Which means I've got to fuck as many guys as I can over the next three days. Now that I've done it twice, the idea doesn't seem so foreign anymore.

Once I was clean, clean-shaven, and caffeinated, I headed to Matti's room. His smile, when he opened the door, was so reassuring I wanted to melt.

"Hey," he said, conveying so much into that one word that I couldn't express it in an entire page. It said he was glad to see me, it said we were both undergoing an ordeal, it expressed reassurance that we would emerge from it all right, it said . . . why am I bothering? If there was an award for Most Meaningful Use of a Single Syllable, it would have won hands down.

• (me, using a basketball reference) Connect from downtown?

• Yep. Three-pointer. You?

• The same. Though it was a bit of an adventure.

I outlined my experience of the previous evening, from Florida's initial refusal to submit to his utter humiliation at the hands of Latronius. I continued:

• And who was your conquest du jour?

• De la nuit, you mean. Arizona. Nothing like the drama you had. We got it over with quickly and he made no fuss. But I tell you, it makes you think.

• About?

• Serendipity. Monday night he barely escapes getting fucked by Texas. Then he winds up a Bottom anyway because he played rock, paper, scissors with Nebraska and lost.

• What?!

• The two of them met up and realized that if they didn't get it on, they could both lose their balls. But they couldn't settle it by wrestling and neither wanted to just give in. So they played rock, paper, scissors. And Arizona accepted his fate and now he's a Bottom.

• And look what happened to Texas.

• Yes, although it COULD have happened to a nicer guy.

• Matti.

• You mean `Minnesota'.

• Right, Minnesota. We have to work together. We find a guy, first you do him and then I will. Or vice versa. That way we stay tied with each other.

• Sounds like a plan. How many do you think we can do in a day?

• I was thinking of going for five.

• I was thinking six. If we do them in pairs, we'd need an even number.

• Your mathematical mind strikes again.

• Unless, of course, they have other ideas about how this plays out.

They did. DeJuan Brooks explained it at breakfast:

• Okay, Tops, here's how it will go today. There will be three sex periods – one in the morning, one in the afternoon, one in the evening. But it won't be as easy as you think. You may want to fuck someone – but you're going to have to find him first.

Oh, good. Hide and seek. I looked at Matti. Matti looked at me. Mutual sigh.

• The Bottoms are on Deck 2, but in random cabins with numbers, not names, on the doors, so you won't know who is in each cabin. Each of you will be given one of these.

He held up a small electronic device the size and shape of an I-phone.

• You may enter the names of three Bottoms. You will take your device and press it against a cabin's palm pad. If one of the three names you have selected is alone in the cabin, you will be admitted. You may then use the Bottom as you will. If the door does not open, then either none of your targets is in that room, or one is, but he's entertaining someone else.

• Once you've had sex, press your lanyard. An enforcer will validate your sex and prepare the Bottom for his next encounter.

• The device has a maximum of six uses before it is disabled. You can get another one at the gym, but first you must run ten laps followed by ten laps in the pool.

• Now, some of you may have the idea of teaming up.

Uh-oh. Are they going to ruin our plans? I looked at Matti. Matti looked at me. Mutual sigh.

• Be aware that your device will respond only to your thumbprint so that it will be impossible to borrow someone else's if yours is disabled. However, there is no prohibition against sharing information, such as the location of a given Bottom. But that information will only be valid for the current sex period; Bottoms will be moved to different rooms between sessions.

• Your devices will not be operable until 9:30. You may use the needles in your cabins to inject yourselves whenever you wish.

They distributed the devices and we were dismissed. Matti and I returned to his cabin, where he began to lay out a strategy.

• We should enter the same three names. You take rooms 13 to 18 and I'll take 19 to 24. One of those dudes has to be in one of those rooms.

• Doesn't have to be.

• Odds are (some scribbling on a paper) about 90%.

• Seriously? How'd you do that?

• Easy. I'll explain it to you later. Coulda done it in my head but I'm a little nervous.

• Okay, so who's on the list? Can't be anyone either of us has fucked so far.

• Right, so no Utah, New Mexico, Florida or Arizona. Anyone we want to help out in the competition?

• Well, Alabama, obviously.

• Ouch, yes, that will be painful but hopefully he'll be grateful for the points. Who else?

• Maine. He was nice to Rhody after he fucked him.

• Okay, we need one more.

• Ohio. I had to shave him and he was cool about it.

• Fine. Alabama, Maine and Ohio. That's it.

• So how's this going to work? Say you find Maine and go in. I just keep searching my six rooms? Or do I wait?

• Don't wait. They've got to clean him out before he's ready for another use. You might find someone quickly and then we'll both know where to head next.

• Suppose I run across a friend, like Del or Noisy. Do I tell them what we've found?

• Only if we've both already done a guy. We can't risk that they get in before we both do. It's unlikely to help them anyway. They'd have to have picked the same guy.

• I suppose the odds are against that.

• Take it from an accounting Finn.

• Who lies.

• Horizontally.

• It's almost 9:20. Let's get these peckers up and find someone to fuck!

We injected ourselves and waited for the stimulating juices to take effect. And boy, did they ever! I was feeling frisky as a kitten on catnip – my penis was eager for action, albeit at the expense of some poor guy whose lot it was to serve as a cumdump for the next three days.

I heard a tone and the monitor's soothing male voice said, "The Sex Period has now begun." We burst out of the cabin to a hallway of naked guys bursting out of their cabins, all fully erect and raring to go. It was a race to get downstairs, as if the first to enter the floor was going to be the first to achieve a fuck.

South Carolina, a handsome dude with ebony skin, headed for the same door – 24 – as Matti, and got there first. To my disgust, he was admitted. Matti settled for # 23 while I began at 18 and began working my way downward. No success at 18 as I heard a triumphant "Ha!" down the hall and saw Michigan, one of our competitors, slither into a room. Not good.

The next "Ha!" belonged to a familiar voice – Matti! He waited a moment before going inside, making sure I had noted which room he went into: 22. When he waited even longer, I realized he wanted to see if I got into any rooms. I failed at 17 and tried 16.

Miracle of miracles. I gained admission. Matti's odds calculations had come through with flying colors. Now we each could score twice, and there was the possibility of a trifecta if we got lucky.

I mouthed `sixteen' at Matti and then both of us, overjoyed at this auspicious beginning, retired within our respective rooms to see who we'd found.

I'd found Ohio.

• Hi. Remember me?

• Wisconsin, right? The guy who shaved me. Of course I remember you. Dead kittens. I appreciated that.

• I'm sorry about this, dude, I really am. I mean, we gotta do this, both of us, for our own sakes. You to save your balls, and me –

• So you don't wind up like me.

• Uh, yeah.

• That's okay. I understand.

• Any particular position? Do you want to be lying down, or doggy style or –

• No, not doggy style. Can we do missionary? I'd like to see your face.

• You got it. But first, come here.

He approached me hesitantly and I put my arms around him. Well, one arm, because I had to use the other to lift my stiff prick out of the way so I didn't stab him in the abs with it.

• Let's just hug for a minute. Like we're friends.

• (smiling nervously) Like we're friends.

There's a first time for everything, I thought, and this would be my first sexual encounter with an African-American of either sex. Ohio got up on the bed on his back. I pushed his legs up over his chest and applied to the lube to his well-shaved hole and to my cock. "Okay," I said, "try to pretend this is fun."

I didn't have to pretend. By now I knew it WAS fun – and there was less guilt because Ohio was so nice about it. I slid my white cock into his black ass and he moaned, but not altogether a moan of pain. It seemed like there was some pleasure in it, too. I inched my way in slowly but continuously, not pausing as I had the other night as I had for New Mexico. This was not his first cock.

"Get ready to rock," I said and began sawing in and out. Ohio began to grow hard, his thick black cock reaching toward the ceiling. I leaned forward and said:

• Oh, yeah, baby, you like this, don't you?

I realized how stupid that sounded, like something in a bad porn movie. But his cock seemed to like it all right; a few minutes later, when my semen spewed into his bowels, he grabbed his cock and jerked himself off, spraying his belly with mounds of sperm.

• Oh, jeez, I'm a mess. Do you suppose I can clean myself up before they get here?

• Did they tell you not to jack off?

• No, they just said we couldn't fuck anyone or have them blow us.

• I don't want to interfere with anything that just happened, okay? I think we should just leave you like you are. If you get in trouble for it, I apologize, but I think we could both get in trouble if you clean up.

Before he could respond I pressed the button on my lanyard. The response was almost instantaneous – barely three seconds later the door opened and in walked . . . Latronius.

• Surprised it's me?

Not really.

• I'm assigned to you and Iowa. Unless I'm busy with him, it'll be me who responds. Iowa didn't find any of his targets – he's upstairs running laps. So you're ahead of him – but he's not in your group, is he? Unfortunately for you, all but one in your group have found a fuck.

• Who didn't?

• Wyoming.

The torch that Latronius apparently carried for me – or my ass – might just come in handy. I wasn't expecting to get scouting reports about the opposition.

• So Hawaii and Nebraska found targets, did they? I saw Michigan go in. And Minnesota.

I added the latter name hastily, remembering that Latronius wouldn't know Matti was an ally, not competition.

• Yes, and I see you found this pretty Black boy. But what's this?

His tone was suddenly less jovial. He stuck his finger into the pool of cum lying on Ohio's abdomen.

• You're supposed to fuck him, dumbshit, not jack off on him.

• (Ohio) Oh, that's mine.

• Yours, huh? We'll soon see about that. We've got a little instant DNA test.

Latronius retrieved a cloth from his bag and wiped up some of the cum on Ohio's abdomen. He then pulled out an instrument with a glass plate on it, smeared the cum onto the glass, and pressed a button. Ten seconds later his face lit up, and he gave Ohio a thumbs up. I wondered how the hell his machine could do that, but I don't understand technology anyway.

• So you had yourself a good time, too, Ohio? Got your rocks off when this bad boy fucked you?

• Is that okay? I mean, am I in trouble? Nobody said we couldn't –

• Relax, boy. This is a good sign. Let me validate the fuck and then Wisconsin can be on his way.

Latronius took a long pipet from his bag and inserted it into Ohio's rectum, then squeezed the bulb and extracted some of the semen I had pumped into him. Latronius told me I could go into the bathroom and clean up, so I hopped in the shower stall for a quick rinse-off. When I returned, Latronius was smiling.

• We have a winner. Three points for each of you. Wisconsin, you are free to go. Ohio, I have an offer for you. I can either prep you for your next visitor or you can earn yourself four more points by letting me stay a few more minutes. All you have to do is ask.

• (Ohio, with hope in his eyes) Yes, would you, please?

• Would I please what?

• Would you please fuck me?

Latronius squeezed my ass as I prepared to leave.

• I would rather fuck Wisconsin, but that's against the rules. You'll do nicely for the moment. Besides, a nice Black boy like you deserves a nice big black cock.

As I headed out, Latronius was shedding his clothes. I hoped Ohio was ready for that big black cock.

The hallway was empty. No Matti. But if he had finished with the occupant of Cabin 22, wouldn't he have waited for me to finish, like I'm doing now?

I dashed upstairs to re-inject myself then returned to Deck 2. Still no Matti.

Michigan emerged from a room down the hall. He looked at me, somewhat startled, wondering what I was doing just standing in the hallway. I stood there, feeling foolish, as he tried more doors and got admitted on his second attempt. Damn.

Suddenly, I saw Matti come out from Cabin 22. (Whew.) He saw me with relief and then saw the expression on my face. Anxiety spread over his.

• What? It didn't work out?

• It worked out. It's Ohio. But Latronius – the maroon who was with me last night – he's in there now taking sloppy seconds. So the door won't let you in.

• Shit.

• Shit, indeed. Who's in 22?

• Alabama.

• Was he - ?

• Not a happy camper. You'll see. I warned him you'd be coming.

• In more ways than one.

• Do you think I should wait for Ohio?

• Yeah. I mean, you could use up your device but it's just Maine we're looking for now and it's unlikely we'd find him.

• I wonder what's happening with everyone else. Have you seen anyone?

• Michigan just went into his second room.

• Fuck!

• That's what he's doing, all right. But hey, this is a three-day contest. Slow and steady wins the race, like Sunday when we had the shackles.

• When I had the defective shackles, you mean.

• Anti-Finnish bias, I know. But the point is, you should wait. Get your sure second fuck.

• First let's see if we can find Maine. Ezequiel's still cleaning out Alabama. If we can find Maine, we should both be able to do him before the period ends.

• Okay, but don't use up your device. Make sure you leave a use so you can get into Ohio.

• Duh. What, you think I'm some stupid cheesehead from Wisconsin?

I tried a couple more doors, unsuccessfully. As I did so, Del emerged from a room down the corridor.

• Hey, Del . . . aware. (With maroons around, nickname use was probably a bad idea.) What room is that? Who's in there?

• Cabin 7. Connecticut.

• Connecticut doesn't do me any good. Looking for Maine.

• Just Maine? You got two others already?

• Got `em located, anyway. Alabama and Ohio. That help you any?

• Nah, not on my list. Thanks, anyway.

• No prob. We're not competing against you so glad to help. See you, Delaware. Good luck.

• Same to you, dude.

Ezequiel exited Cabin 22, meaning I could go in. And, for the first time since I had helped Wyoming load him into the stocks, I came face to face with Alabama.

• Well, if it isn't Tweedledum! Or are you Tweedledee? It doesn't matter, you both betrayed me.

• Al, I'm sorry. We're both sorry.

• Oh, you're sorry? Okay, thanks, that fixes it, everything's fine now.

• We couldn't have –

• You COULD have. You fucking could have. It would have been three of us against one of him.

This was a nightmare. Not a happy camper, Matti had said. What made it a nightmare was that everything Al was saying was the absolute truth.

• You're right. We could have saved you. And yet at the same time we couldn't.

• Because?

• Because we were too stressed.

• Oh, you were too STRESSED. Well, I wouldn't want you to be STRESSED, Wes. I'm more than happy to be RAPED if it keeps you from being STRESSED.

• Too stressed and too scared. And too tired. And too TOTALLY FREAKED OUT by having our lives turned inside out in a matter of minutes. I don't expect you to forgive me –

• Good, `cause I don't.

• But Ma – Minnesota and I have talked about this a lot and we don't think that at that moment we were capable of it. Later yes, maybe. But then, it was all too new, it wasn't even a reality yet. Jesus, was it just thirty-six hours ago? It seems like forever.

• Yeah, it will seem like forever if you've been fucked in the ass four times in those thirty-six hours.

• Four times?

• Counting the one coming up, yeah. Wyoming, then Kansas last night.

• Oh, jeez, Kansas.

• Yeah, jeez, Kansas. Powerful sonuvabitch, just like Wyoming. Two strong dudes forcing their dicks up my ass, pounding away like there's no tomorrow. And now I have the Bobbsey twins.

• I thought we were Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

• You're making jokes? You're about to fuck me and you're making jokes?

• Look, Alabama. We – we don't have to do this if you don't –

• Oh, hell, no, Mister Fucking Wisconsin. We're doing this. The only thing that's keeping me going is the thought that IF I get fucking fucked enough, I get to keep my balls. You're not going to cost me those, too. My pride, my dignity, the virginity of my asshole – you took those away, you're not going to take my balls.

• Okay, Alabama. Let me get the lube.

I don't want to describe fucking Alabama. He groused about it the whole way. And, just having shot my load into Ohio, I wasn't so quick to cum, so he had to take my pounding his rectum for longer.

When I pressed the button on my lanyard, I was glad to see it was Latronius who came to validate the sex. That meant he had finished with Ohio, so presumably Matti was in there now feeding Ohio's ass its third cock of the morning.

• You're off to a good start, sweetcakes. You too, Alabama.

Al didn't answer. I headed off to the bathroom to shower, not wanting to witness Latronius sticking the pipet into Al's ass to validate the fuck. When I emerged from the shower, Latronius had him on the bathroom floor, about to insert an enema tube. The look on Al's face would stick with me for a while.

I headed up to the gymnasium to get another device. As I reached the sea deck, I was startled to see Nevada trotting near the railing. What? I had thought that the ten laps were around the gym, but when I turned in my old device, they told me they were around the ship. And the laps in the pool meant complete laps, down and back. Shit.

I left the gym and started running, noting a clock as I passed it. A quarter of eleven – even if my laps took me twenty minutes, there was time to get another fuck in - but should I? There were still two more sex periods, I didn't need to run up the score so early – plus maybe I should let my balls recuperate before summoning up my third orgasm of the day.

I kept running, though. I knew where Connecticut was, and three points was three points. But then there was an ethical dilemma. Matti. Our strategy was to stay tied, but if I fucked Connecticut and he didn't . . .

My laps completed, I plunged into the pool, dodging three other guys swimming laps. One of them was Rhody, and I caught up to him and pulled him aside for a moment.

• Al's in 22, Ohio's in 16.

• Missouri's in 10.

I finished my laps, climbed out of the pool, dried myself quickly, and checked in with the maroon counting laps, who gave me a thumbs up. He directed me to the gym and I got my new device. I input Missouri, Connecticut, and Arizona and headed down to Deck 2 where I made a beeline for Cabin 7. I'd entered Arizona because Matti wouldn't have chosen him, having already fucked him.

I caught a glimpse of Matti's exquisite body circulating around the deck on the starboard side and, realizing I had time, positioned myself at a point on the port side and intercepted him, trotting alongside him for a moment. I passed on the information Rhody had given me.

• No, you take it. I'm not sure I'll have time.

• I've got another. Connecticut is in 7. Try that if Missouri's not available.

After injecting myself, I headed for Cabin 7. Connecticut actually looked happy to see me.

• Oh, good, I was afraid I was only going to get three points this morning. I'm sure everybody's getting at least three points, I need six or more.

A pragmatist. He regarded me.

• You're not hard.

• (fingering my cock) It may take a couple of minutes. I've already shot twice this morning, Mister Penis isn't feeling so lively at the moment.

A couple of minutes later I was hard again, though not nearly as tingly as I had been earlier. Connecticut looked relieved at the sight of my erection and draped himself over the edge of the bed, spreading his legs for me.

• Just to be clear, Wisconsin, I don't like this. But it's a matter of necessity. I've done this three times now, I can deal with a fourth.

I plowed him for the next few minutes and shot my load into his bowels before hearing anything indicating that the sex period was over. I pressed the button on my lanyard, wondering what time it was and whether Matti had had the opportunity to visit Missouri.

Latronius arrived, armed with congratulations.

• Well, this puts you in the lead, at least momentarily. Michigan, Minnesota and Nebraska all have two, but you're the first to three.

He then turned his attention to Connecticut, while shoving the pipet up his ass to collect a sample of my cum.

• This is number two for you, huh? There's a couple of Bottoms got done four times this morning – including Ohio. (A wink in my direction)

I went off for my fourth shower of the morning. When I emerged, Latronius had the enema hose up Connecticut's ass and a moment later the horn sounded.

• (PA) The morning sex period has now ended. Tops, return to your cabins. Lunch will be served at 12:00. Bottoms, await further instructions on your monitors.

I didn't see Matti in the hallway. But I noticed the door to Cabin 10 was open, so I walked over. I was greeted by a maroon – a black Hispanic whose nametag said "Jesús". He smiled and said, "Want to watch?"

Behind him was a mélange of intermingled flesh, white and black. The white flesh was Matti and the black flesh was Missouri. So he had gotten here in time.

I watched in fascination as Matti pummeled Missouri's ass. I was riveted by the sight of his beautiful body heaving away, driving his cock into Missouri relentlessly. I saw Jesús look at his watch a couple of times and wondered if Matti was under a time deadline. He was fucking with intensity, as if that were so. Missouri was grunting with every thrust, a rhythm session of humiliation.

"God, he's beautiful," I said to myself, then realized I had actually mumbled it out loud.

Jesús smiled in response.

• Someone's not so straight anymore, is he?

• One can admire male beauty without being gay.

• Maybe, but it helps. (with a glance at Matti's heaving buttocks) In my opinion, the wrong ass is getting fucked. Of course, I always think white ass should be fucked. This one deserves to be – who knows, maybe it will happen.

Matti's thrusts suddenly became more intense and he started to grunt himself. Then with one last lunge he collapsed on top of Missouri's black body and I knew he had bred the Bottom.

Jesús checked his watch.

• Four minutes and thirty-two seconds overtime. Assuming I find your jizm up his ass, that's two points for each of you.

• (me) Two points?

• You only get three if you finish on time. Two points if you're in the middle of a fuck and cum within five minutes, one point if you shoot within ten. Nothing outside of that. Your buddy here earned the second point with twenty-eight seconds to spare. But first we've got to check it out. You want to watch this, too?

I took that as my cue to leave. I made eye contact with Matti and mouthed "I'll be in my cabin" and pointed toward the deck above. He showed up there a few minutes later.

• I was so relieved when I saw you with Missouri. I was worried you wouldn't have time. Glad you got it in, though.

• Oh, I got it in, Wisconsin. All the way in. Three times.

• But only eight points, not nine.

• So much for our strategy of staying tied.

• Latronius says I'm in the lead. Or at least I was when he recorded my last fuck.

• What, he's your spy?

• He rather fancies me.

• (flirting) He can't have you, you're mine.

• (not flirting) No, I'm not. And the only thing that keeps Latronius from having me is the fact that I'm a Top, not a Bottom. He fucked Ohio but told him he'd rather be fucking me.

• All we have to do is avoid being last. Did he tell you anything else about the competition?

• Michigan and Nebraska have two. I assume that means Wyoming and Hawaii only have one.

• So we're in good shape so far. But my balls are drained.

• Mine, too. I don't know how ready they are for the next round. I was hoping for five or six all day, not three in two hours.

• Capiche. That's an old Finnish expression for "I understand".

• Gotcha. That's an old Wisconsin expression for "That's about as Finnish as pepperoni pizza."

• Are you maligning Finnish pizza?

• Yep. (Together with Matti) Anti-Finnish bias.

• So, Wisconsin, I have a strange proposal.

• I'm not eating a Finnish pizza.

• No, I'm serious. Let's sit out this next round.

• What?

• Hear me out. We think we're ahead of everybody else. There's two more sex periods today. We've got to pace ourselves. Let's sit out the next session, let our balls rest and then we'll have more stamina for tonight.

• It's a risk, Minnesota.

• Today is the day we can afford to take a risk. Chances are we still won't be last after the next sex period. Remember, all we have to do is not be last.

• Yeah, although I don't want to think that way. If we're next to last, the guy who's in last could get lucky and scoot past us. And then we're last.

• Actually, then I'm last.

• Jeez, Minnesota, don't say that. I won't be responsible for you becoming a Bottom.

• (wryly) At least then we could have sex.

• Yeah, but you'd also be having sex with Jesús.

• Hmmm.

• Who told me all white asses should be fucked.

• Jealous?

• No time for joking, Matti. Minne-fucking-sota!

• It's always time for joking. So what do you think of my idea?

• As I said, it's a risk. But it's also a risk not being able to cum tonight. Plus, I'm exhausted.

• We can relax, have a gentle swim –

• Uh, swimming pool will be occupied. Laps?

• Oh, good point. We can just hang out, play ping pong, watch a video, cuddle –

• Cuddle?

• Cuddle. Sounds like a plan, my cheesehead friend.

• Don't call me a cheesehead, sauna fiend.

• `Sauna fiend'? That's the best you can do?

• I need to brush up on my Finnish insults.

• Insult me with a kiss, bro.

I didn't.

DMITRI: WEDNESDAY, 8 JUNE - AFTERNOON AND EVENING, ATLANTIC OCEAN

The morning had gone well. Some contestants had even managed to sodomize three of their fellow captives within the two-hour period, a pace, of course, that they would not be able to sustain and might later regret. But there was one problem that had to be dealt with: Florida.

A couple of times in past years, one of the boys – this is an American expression, they tell me – got too big for his britches. Add Florida to that list. Of course, he no longer had britches – as Oleg says, you don't let bitches wear britches.

Last night, when Florida had refused to let Alex fuck him, Latronius followed the protocol we'd established – subduing the Bottom, effecting the Top's fuck, and then using the Bottom himself as roughly as possible – with no points awarded to the Bottom. That should have taken care of it. But, no. Florida doubled down this morning, when Michigan tried to fuck him. Michigan was smart enough to call for backup. José, our enforcer, applied the protocol, but afterwards the silly bitch was still defiant, swearing that "this was the last time". Apparently he was clinging to the idea that he could escape his fate by hurling himself into the Atlantic.

That, of course, was not something we could allow. Florida was still an asset, although without an attitude adjustment his life expectancy was probably measured in months or even weeks, not years.

Time for an attitude adjustment.

While the Tops gathered in the Dining Hall for lunch, we fed the Bottoms in the gymnasium. Initially, Florida was not in the room. We had José and another enforcer – a big Samoan named Tupu – bring him in fifteen minutes late, handcuffed, shackled, and ball-gagged, his eyes bulging with fear and rage.

A good sign. Fear combined with rage means a boy is ripe for being broken. And we had to break him before attempting to put him back together again.

We let Sergei be our spokesman. He had scared the bejesus out of them Monday night, and they all looked upon him with trepidation.

• This is what happens when you disobey. What you are going to witness is only Part One. Part Two will occur during the next sex period. Whether there is a Part Three is up to Florida.

José and Tupu removed the ball gag from Florida's mouth. Tupu moved behind him and grasped his head firmly in his hands. The boy was expecting to have his mouth raped again. And, when José dropped his maroon sweatpants and exposed his big fat cock, he was certain of it.

• Open up, boy. José needs a bathroom break.

Which is when Florida realized that he was not going to suck José's cock. He was going to drink his piss.

The boy was reluctant at first but Tupu slapped him on the cheek and he opened his mouth. And José unloaded a pungent yellow stream into the Latino formerly named Julio.

• (Sergei) Swallow it all. And don't spill it or you'll lap it up off the floor like a dog.

Of course, he spilled some. He couldn't swallow and keep up with the steady stream of urine José was feeding him. When José finished he shook his cock and sprayed his drops over Florida's face.

The bitch was humbled but not broken. He looked down at the floor where there were puddles of urine and realized he'd have to lap it up. You could watch him decide to bite the bullet and obey – this time – so it would be over.

Except it wasn't over. It wasn't even close to over. José and Tupu changed places and the huge Samoan's black cock dangled in front of Florida. By the time he had finished drinking (most of) Tupu's piss, a line had formed. One by one, no fewer than sixteen enforcers emptied their bladders into Florida's mouth.

And then he had to clean up the mess on the floor. With his arms cuffed and his legs shackled, this proved quite amusing. When he leaned over he sometimes lost his balance and bumped his head on the floor.

That was Part One. Part Two took place during the afternoon sex period. The door to Florida's cabin was kept open. The Tops were free to enter and use him without having to select him on their devices. They were only allowed to use his mouth, though, not his ass. We didn't want that much action in his ass – there were still two days left in Round Two and we wanted to keep him fuckable.

We promised the Tops three points for using him, even though it was oral use rather than anal. We also assured them that, with a spider gag, there was no risk of his biting them. Given Florida's attitude so far, that would have been a real concern.

When the afternoon sex period began, Tops rushed to Florida's cabin to add three easy points to their score. Within a few seconds there were five Tops in the room. We installed José there to monitor the traffic and sort out who had the right to go next. Shortly there was a line of eight.

It was a pleasure to see the Tops adopt a true top's mentality. They showed Florida no respect or pity; their conversation, as reported by José, indicated that the bitch deserved it. Some of the guys really fucked his throat hard. Not surprisingly, Florida wasn't much interested in dinner. His throat would have been too sore to swallow a bite. His jaw wasn't in great shape either.

The evening session was his test. We told him that if he did not cooperate, that every subsequent meal would consist only of shit and piss. And that he would be bullwhipped daily until his ass was in tatters.

It was a huge risk. We couldn't afford to scar him in that way – he would be worthless as an asset, we'd have to eventually dispose of him without any profit. But if we sold him without an attitude adjustment, he'd be disposed of anyway in short fashion – and our reputation as suppliers would be compromised.

It worked. Florida surrendered. He submitted weakly to the Tops who found his cabin.

Of course, we had to consider the effect this would have on the competition. With full credit for his blow jobs, he would have earned enough points to put him well into the lead in his group. On the other hand, with no credit, castration was certain – depriving the other Bottoms in his group of incentive. We decided to place him in last place, but only three points behind his nearest competitor. So there was still chance for him to save his balls. And still reason for his competitors to be nervous.

ALEX: WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8, AFTERNOON - ATLANTIC OCEAN

We changed our minds. By two-thirty Matti and I were able to coax our cocks into erections without the aid of the needles, so we decided to participate in the afternoon. We decided to try target different trios from each other, and see how that worked. I chose Pennsylvania (Del's friend), Arkansas and Idaho. Matty entered Tennessee, Kentucky, and West Virginia.

But first, he chose to go after the sure points to be found in Florida's cabin. As it turned out, his speed got him there first. Lady Fortune continued to smile on us as the third cabin I tried produced Idaho. If North Dakota was the best-looking of the blond Tops, Idaho had that honor for the Bottoms. He had a body worthy of a Greek statue and a butt that surpassed Matti's. He complained bitterly, riffing endlessly on how much he liked girls and not dudes. But we both knew his balls were at stake so we got on with it. And despite his disclaimers, he got hard when I poked his prostate.

I had three uses left on my device, but none were successful. However, with my second device, I found Arkansas. It took a long time for me to come, which wasn't pleasant for Arkansas, but in the end (his), I got my three points.

Matti had done even better. After mouth-fucking Florida, he quickly found Tennessee. And just before the end of the sex period, he found Kentucky. And again, he was in mid-fuck when the horn sounded so he only got two points for it and not three.

I had come a total of five times. Matti had outdone me with six. Ironically, the original goals we had respectively proposed. But we were spent. There was no way we'd have any juice left for the evening session. Matti's success had given him a one-point advantage over me, reversing our positions after the morning. But – after some positive intelligence from Latronius about the competition, we felt confident we were one-two in the group.

So we sat out the evening session.

During one of his afternoon runs around the deck, Matti had noticed something curious: From the position of the sun, we were heading southeast. Southeast, not northeast. Not toward the Mediterranean.

He told me about it that evening in my cabin.

• Drake Belsen's supposed trip around the world had passed through the Mediterranean on the way to the Suez Canal. Not that we're going around the world. But if we're heading toward Russia, we'd either have to go through the Mediterranean to the Black Sea, or further north through the Baltic Sea. Instead, we're headed southeast – or south of east, anyway. If I'm reading the sun right.

That was curious, all right. Where were we going?

[COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER TWELVE - SEX GAMES TWO: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?]