Edward remained in his free-fall of fear for but a moment. The miraculously soft, tulip-petal skin of Rudolfo lying beneath him, the delicate aroma of roses rising up from the boys trembling body, the intoxicating drops of ambrosial nectaf the welled from the Italian youth's every pore -- all these plus the boy's ass creamed with Edwards' cum filled our hero with strength and firmed up his resolve. "I am in love," thought he, this startling thought flashing through him quick as lightning, "I am in love and i must make Rudolfo mine forever, I must spend years and years tasting his darling kisses, centuries nibbling his pear-tasting nipples, an eternity with my cock inside his delightful shithole! Ah! I must live!" Edward thus resolved raised his head slightly, opened his eyes and stared directly at the mammoth, sandled feet standing directly in front of him. Goliath's toes! Our hero's eyes wandered further up the naked, heavily furred legs of the murderous guard. As the whole of this villain swam into focus Eduard's eyes veritably popped. The guard was dressed -- that is to say, more accurately, was costumed, and quite scantily, as a member of the Praetorian Guards of Ancient Rome! So! Evidently the deposed Napolean Bonaparte had gone mad, had fancied himself in his exile to be Caesar and had decked his private guards in the manner of Roman Legionaires! "Listen to me my darling," Eduard whispered in Rudolfo's ear. "We are not lost. I have a plan. Follow my lead. Do as I do and I shall get us out of this shitpile we've landed in and we shall be together always, never again parted!" "Caro, carissimo," Rudolfo replied. "Carissimissimissimo! You are be my heart's darling, my own true love. Is true. You are be my troppo amore. Si, si. I are do all what you are say to me, no indignity to obscene for me to enjoy to be your wife for always. Lead to me the way! Ti amo!" "Honored Guard," Eduard pleaded, much encouraged by Rudolfo's loving response; ah, to love and be loved in return! "Honored guard!" Eduard rolled slowly off the body of his beloved, exposing the Italian boy's astonishingly ripe ass, drenched and glistening with cum. At the same time Eduard cleverly exposed his own shapely torso and long legs, and the full length of his famous fourteen inches. Looking upwards, Eduard could see that the guard was not altogether disinterested in this sweet spectacle. The guards balls swung in the pendulous manner, the tip of his massive cock hung well below his skimpy Praetorian kilt and was visibly lengthening and swelling. "Handsome, noble warrior, brave, many royal guard, I implore you not to shoot us with that musket. We are but humble, stupid country boys, inexperienced in the ways of the world. We are simple boys who will do anything to please you, your slightest wish, your most depraved outrages ...." Eduard adjusted himself so that he could begin to lick and suck the guard's massive toes while still exposing his own cock. Such positions are not always easy to attain, further difficult still to maintain while remaining graceful and alluring. Little Rudolfo caught on quickly to Eduaard's ploy and gracefully began to apply his tonge and lips to the toes of the guard's other foot. Soon the lovely innocents were passionately licking and sucking the guard's filthy toes, murmuring words of gross indecency. Eduard glanced upwards once again. Indeed, the gambit was working perfectly! The guard was no playing obscenely with his own cock, brazenly masturbating himself. And what a cock -- though not of any particular length, perhaps no more than six inches, the fuck stick was of an unprecedented thickness, was virtually all head, reminding Eduard of the cap of a mushroom; and the eye of the cock was as long and as wide as a crying baby's mouth. Eduard could easily, if (heaven forfend) forced, stick his entire tonge into the piss slit. Indeed, Eduard thought, some of the dainty-dicked pirates he had sucked off could in fact fuck the guards cock with their pretty little peckers. Eduard pictured one of the pirates thrusting his erection into the eye of this guard's thick, short dick. The thought amused him and he longed to share it. Alas, he had no time for sharing thoughts. "Enough of this toe sucking!" the guard croaked in a disapproving and disgusted voice, all the while continuing to masturbate is odd cock. Every so often he stuck one of his thick fingers into the piss slit, then licked and sucked on it. "You there! You with the elephant cock!" "Moi?" whispered Eduard. "Yeah you. You have been fucking the asshole of our favorite virgin boy, am I right? Or am I right?" "I confess sir, it is true." "Si, si!" agreed Rudolfo. "This pirate's slave did most divinely to be rape me, it are all be my faults for I did seduce him from my only very self, so much to have his cock up my asshole. Forgive, forgive." "Forgive shit," replied the guard. "I do not forgive. I punish. I punish good and hard." The boys screamed with horrified delight. "Now then sluttina, you wop faggotino, leave off my toes. Take the slave's cock in your mouth. Suck it clean. That's it you little virgin whore. Lick the shit off his cock." "Oh cruel sir!" cried Rudolfo, his eyes tearing up. "Surely you are not mean what you are just say?" "Shut your fucking mouth. Do it and tell me how much you like it." Rudolfo complied with startling speed, taking Eduard's beautifully proportioned weapon between his on sculpted fingers. He licked it with long, loving strokes. "Si, si, I do like you are make me Signore Guardo. Si. You see how much I are love to do this, I lick him all clean, suck all my shit from Eduardo's pecker. I lap him up and swallow him all down, happy for to please you." Rudolfo continued his administrations with more enthusiasm than the guard found appropriate for one under punishment. The guard fell to his knees. He commanded Eduard to turn over. Eduard obeyed, trying to imagine the next punishment. Now a sullen strangeness came over the island, like a hot salty breeze wafting from the sea. The guard's stentorian mood brightened. "Why," Eduard thought, "He only wants me to suck him off while my darling Rudolfo eats out my ass hole and fuck me. What could be more pleasant? More challenging?" Eduard thrust his tongue fully into the guards cock; a cock as hard as cast cement, a cock like a tree trunk severed near its roots, but ah, inside the cock, as satiny and moist as Rudolfo's delicious shit hole. "That's the way," the guard encouraged. "Fuck my prick with your tongue. Lovely, lovely. You, you Italian shiteater. Go to work on your boyfriend's asshole. See how many fingers you can get inside it before I cum." "Si, si, you mean brute," Rudolfo laughed. "I show you some things you are never seen before." The Italian virgin who had seen so little of life had, Eduardo thought, spent most of his life eating out assholes. No doubt he had been raised by priests. Certainly he knew how to make Eduard lose all thought of reality. The guard was getting hotter and hotter; he was not contracting and expanding the piss hole of his dick, responding to Eduard's tongue as if his cock's inside was a mouth, sucking off Eduard's tongue. "Thus spake I Am that I am!" quoth the guard. Why -- he was reciting poetry, classic verse while being sucked off! "Thus spake I am the I am, For the virgin I don't give a damn, What I like the most Is to bugger the Ghost And then get sucked off by the Lamb!" Upon completing this quaint rhyme the guard shot his wad, nearly drowning Eduard, who, though he had swallowed gallons and gallons of cum during his year of enslavement at sea, had never done so while having his tongue down someone's dingdong. "I also speak poetry," Rudolfo said obscurely, withdrawing four of his long fingers from Eduard's asshole. A thumb remained; he wriggled it and Eduard thrashed his hips, fucking the planet. "So? Turn me on wop bitch." "Why are you call me such nasty names?" "Don't sass me. Tell me your poem." Rudolfo recited his little poem in his melifuous, quaintly accented voice, continuing to thumb-fuck Eduard. "There was a hot priest from Berlitz Who liked to eat ass at The Ritz, He favored small boys Who made a great noise While filling his mouth with their shits." "Fuck you," the guard cried with distaste and intense disapproval. "Whoever heard of a plural for shit? Stupid poem." "A word joke," Rudolfo explained, hoping that this would pacify the guard into further debauchery. "Oh yeah?" challenged the guard. "Well take a gander at this." He threw himself up and knelt before the boys, exposing his asshole. Rudolfo and Eduardo stared at the asshole with open-mouthed amazement. Their cocks were rock hard, but hard with horror. The shit hole gaped at them like cannon shot, a wound made by a cannon ball. "The fucking nuns," the guard moaned. "Once I had a beautiful cock like youse guys, only even bigger. The fucking nuns cut it off and sewed only the head back on. Can you imagine what I would be like if I had my whole cock left on me?" "You would be gorgeous," Eduard said, trying to sound sincere and not flattering. "But what are this have to all be do with your tremendous huge shit hole?" asked Rudolfo naively. "The bitches said I had been fucking too many priests, spoiling them. Said my ass was too tight, it tempted God. So they took a giant metal crucifix and fucked me with it. They carved me a new asshole, boys. Ah, the tragedy." The guard's asshole began to move. Eduard choked. Rudolfo gagged. "Just piss in it," the guard pleaded. "Both of youse together. Piss in my ass and then fist fuck me. Ifn you do good I'll suck you both of and send you to Napolean." The boys quickly took aim and send two golden streams of urine flowing into the guard's hideous fuck hole. On the hole, the crucifix-fucked ass hole looked less frightening after the urinary cleansing. "Good, good. Grease up, boys. Fist fuck me good and I'll suck off both of those pretty cocks of yours." "And if we don't?" asked Eduard, looking about him for a weapon, for the guard was, after all, in a vulnerable position. Perhaps now was the time .... "IF you don't please me I'll suck you off anyway," promised the guard. "And then I'll eat your cocks for dinner. The way the nuns did me, but I ain't sewing nuthing back on. Get it?" Eduard and Rudolfo looked deeply into each others eyes. They exchanged the most unutterable thoughts of divine love and rapture, dreadful fear, glorious anticipation. And then ... they proceeded to do their best to satisfy the guard. They thought far too highly, had much too much respect for their own and each others dear penises to serve them forth to this beast for his dinner!