Batavian Duel

However, Also’s disappearance from the equation brought life—and death—to a head for the rest of us. Now there were two takers and only one giver.

We didn’t last a day.

We landed in a sandy cove in the morning. In one of their rare agreements Needham and Bleecker agreed that the tree fringe in this cove was as good as any to attempt a settlement until we could decide what we were going to do to try to survive in this virgin land. However, Bleecker started erecting a shelter on the south side of the cove, so Galo and I moved to the north side to build ours.

Right off the beach, Bleecker made his move on me, commanding me to come with him to the south side. Such was his domination of me in sex by this time that I started to move off as commanded. But Needham laid his hand on my arm and said, “Do not listen to him, Dane. Beware of him. Haven’t you seen how he drove one man to his death with his demands? And a hardened sailor at that. Come with me. Your place is with me.”

Bleecker said nothing, and I did not want to see a confrontation occur any sooner than it had to happen. But I knew what Needham didn’t know. He may possess my heart, but Bleecker now possessed my arse. And Needham also didn’t know that I already was further down that path to slow death by rough cocking than he could ever imagine. I knew now why Also submitted to it. And although I genuinely sighed and moaned for Needham when he was fucking me, I was lost to a much higher level of passion and satisfaction when Bleecker was fully possessing me.