The following is a work of fiction. All parties depicted are 18 years of age or older.

This is PART 2, but I titled it wrong and can’t change it, sorry! Mostly some very rough play and some oral in this part.

His torso, wrapped tightly in the form-fitting life vest, bobbed in the water.

“Your turn.” Cole beckoned me into the water.

I chuckled and nervously shook my head. With my arms bound behind my back and life jacket at my feet, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep myself afloat.

“I gotchu. Trust me.”

Too anxious to speak, I shook my head again.

“Jump or I’ll pull you in.” Cole said as he swam closer.

“I just- I- don’t feel- I’m too nervous. Sorry.”

“It’s going to be a lot worse if I have to pull you in. Trust me faggot.”

I didn’t move. I braced my legs around the sides of the jetski as Cole grew closer. His eyes narrowed and he glared at me. I had seen this look plenty of times. Cole had a nasty temper that he had often unleashed on me and others. But he was also a trust fund baby with plenty of resources to get himself out of trouble. He had been the subject of multiple police incidents but never charged. And any police reports or news about him had mysteriously vanished to deep corners of the internet. It had taken me months of sleuthing through library databases to find stories of his reckless college days.

I knew what was coming next. “Please. I can’t.”

Cole reached his right arm over the step of the jetski and grabbed my left ankle. I considered kicking but instead squeezed the seat with my thighs. He budged my ankle and I pulled back hard, smashing his knuckles into the hard plastic below the seat. In less than a moment, Cole heaved his entire body onto the step of the jetski, keeling the machine into the water. His left leg swung over the seat, grazing my torso, and planted onto the other step.

“Look at me fag!” Cole grabbed my chin and spat at my face. “Didn’t have to be this way. Bye faggot.”

I shut my eyes and felt the hard, meaty flesh of his left hand clench around my throat. He lifted and I pushed into my feet to stand in front of him.

“Wait!” I screamed as his hand pushed back, sending me reeling into the water. Panic overtook me as the cool water enveloped me and suffocated all of my senses. I thrashed my legs, struggling to break my head over the surface, but I had completely lost my sense of direction. I twirled around in the water, slowly moving further and further from the surface. I could now see the sun shining over me head, yet my thrashing seemed to only drag me further away. I pried my arms apart, but the tape did not budge.

As thoughts of hopelessness and resentment of Cole bounced through my head, I saw the surface break above me. Two feet plunged toward my head, followed by a nude crotch and torso. Cole’s left foot clumsily knocked me in the jaw as he rolled his top end towards me, reaching his thick arms to my head. He grasped at my short hair, then at my face. His thumb and index finger caught my nose and slid my body upwards. Then another hand reached below my armpit and roughly propelled me to the surface.

I gasped as the air hit my face. My nose and throat were raw from inhaling saltwater and my eyes burned. 

“And now I saved your life. What do you say?” Cole’s wide mouth grinned as he grabbed my neck. I flinched but his hand landed softly under my chin. I closed my eyes and smelled his warm, hoppy breath. Another hand reached around my back and pulled me in close while his lips clenched around my lower one. Overwhelmed, I exhaled and sobbed. He kissed me softly, rubbing his tongue along my teeth, then pushing down against my own. I wrestled his tongue with mine, inhaling his breath into my burning throat.

He pulled our heads apart and looked at me warmly. I latched my legs around him to pull him closer, but he easily pushed my helpless torso backwards.

“Can I get out?” I asked.

“No.” Cole’s warm smile straightened as he spread his legs. I wrapped my thighs around his torso and he smiled. “Ahp! See? Trust me.” He smiled again.

“I don’t feel great. I’m all done. Please.”

Cole scowled at me again and squeezed my thighs roughly. I yelped and he laughed again. He pushed my torso down and my head briefly bobbed under the water.

“Dude, c’mon.” I begged.

With a firm punch to my chest, he plunged my entire body back under. I flailed my legs, losing my grip on his waist. Cole grabbed my right ankle and wrenched my legs upwards, sending my head further under. My body swung around and I felt Cole’s trunklike thighs press against my cheeks. I sat still for a moment. I had felt relieved to be between these thighs so many times before. But now I felt critically threatened. My mind teetered between comfort and panic.

His dick rubbed against my scruffy chin as he yanked the back of my neck towards him. He held my neck firmly, waiting. Despite my panic, I knew he would only let up after he got his way. I opened my mouth.

I pushed air out of my nose and closed my throat as his dick slid between my lips. I pursed around his shaft and slid my tongue along his urethra. His cock stiffened. I gently kicked my legs, pushing my mouth further against his cock. His hand softened against my neck as his other gripped my chin. He pulled me upwards and into his crotch. My instincts overcame me, imploring me to sniff his musk through my nose. A spurt of water ran into my nostrils and I choked. His cock stiffened again as my torso convulsed. I needed to come up and he knew it. His grip firmed on my neck and chin, and he slid his cock deep into my opened throat. He pumped repeatedly, forcing my throat open and trickling water into my burning windpipe. As I continued to convulse, his grip tightened, pinching the back of my neck.

I knew Cole to get recklessly aggressive as he got horny, carelessly abusing and exploiting me. But I had never felt mortally threatened. I kicked my legs, splashing my feet over the surface. My neck twisted and ached as my body pushed to the side. I considered biting Cole but worried about making him only more aggressive. He grabbed me tighter, squeezing my chin, and plunged harder into my throat. I struggled to keep the water out of my throat as his head ripped past my tonsils. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I had no choice. I lightly clamped down on his shaft, barely grazing my teeth against his throbbing dick.

His hands released my neck and chin, then swirled around my head. The palm of his right hand swung into my forehead, knocking me away from his crotch. The momentum pushed the back of my head over the water, so I tried to kick my legs and upright myself. I fell short and felt my ears submerge back into the ocean. With a few hard kicks, I twisted my torso upward and craned my neck back. First my forehead, then my nose, then my mouth broke through the surface. I coughed then dragged a raspy breath into my lungs before bobbing back under. I kicked again and managed to surface, this time expelling my air into a garbled plea for help.

“Ple-ckk-Co-cuh!”

Cole’s hand landed under my armpit and held me above the water. I stared at him silently. Shivering. He didn’t move or speak. His eyes looked at me tenderly, almost regretfully. I continued to cough and inhale heavy, gravelly breaths. His hand held firm under my shoulder. I leaned forward and rested my head on his chest and cried.

“Don’t bite me again.” Cole’s words shocked me. I had deceived myself into believing that he would offer me some tenderness, but his words were cold and sharp. My tears turned into sobs and my already shortened breaths turned into sporadic gasps. His hand lowered under my shoulder and my face slid down his neoprene life jacket.

“Please. Let’s just go home. Please.”

“You gonna bite me again?” He paused. “Answerrrr?”

I stared at him as the water rose over my neck. My arms instinctively struggled against the tape, trying to reach out to him.

“I guess I have my answer.” His hand pulled out from my armpit. I squeezed his fingertips under my shoulder but he roughly jerked away. I kicked my legs, managing to keep my head above water, as Cole reached for the jetski.

“Wait! Wait!” I begged as he pulled his torso upwards.

“Cool it fag. I’m not leaving.” Cole grabbed a strap out of the jetski and turned back towards me. Despite my efforts, I was gradually bobbing downwards, my face lifting in and out of the water.

Cole grabbed my armpit again and wrapped his legs around mine. He reached around my head and pushed a strap against my mouth. “Open.” I relented as he shoved a firm piece of plastic into the roof of my mouth. “Wider.” The rest of the plastic pressed under my tongue, holding my mouth wide open. Cole reached his hands around my head, unintentionally embracing me. I leaned forward into his chest, desperate for his affection, intentional or not. He clasped a strap at the back of my head, then pushed me off his chest.

“Ptuh!” A wad of Cole’s sweet spit hit the back of my throat. “Good fag.” He stuck his tongue far out, then thrust it into my stretched mouth. He lapped the roof my mouth then spit again, this time drooling onto my chin.

As he backed away, terror suddenly overtook me. What had I let him do?

“Aghhhh! Eeeaa!” I yelled through the spreader gag.

“Bro. Trust me.”