You find yourself kneeling before an armed, burly man, afraid of what he might do to you as the familiar sounds of the seashore surround you. A shovel lays nearby, discarded by the boat captain after he drug you out here on the shore. The cold water washes the sandy beach with its salty brine, the clouds overhead darkened by a hint of coming rain. This is the beach where treasure was promised, arguments abounded, and now you find yourself at the mercy of the captain of a ship you had no business boarding. If he wanted, he could leave your deceptive ass here on the island to rot, as you were the one who gave him bad information. You just never expected him to force you to come with him.

"Please, sir, please don't hurt me," you whimper, looking up at him as he holds the revolver to your head. Your false promises have given the expected results, but now the captain refuses to believe you don't know where the treasure is. He holds you captive now, and you are too weak to even come close to resisting him.

"Oh, you want to play nice now? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Begging like a bitch!" The captain laughs, pushing the barrel of the gun through your supple lips and into your soft, inviting mouth. "You've got a pretty mouth for a man, don't you think? Maybe if I abuse it enough you'll finally fuckin talk!"

Forcing you to kneel even lower, he pushes it further in until it presses against the back of your throat. You feel your eyes widen in fear and disgust as you gag. "Mmm, yes, I do like young men like you with pretty mouths."

He pushes harder and you feel yourself growing faint with fear. "Now, now, don't get so upset. It's just a little fun, isn't it? Just like those bluffing games you seem to enjoy!" He says as he moves the gun barrel around in your mouth. He will not allow you to leave here without the treasure or your life. Trying to keep your composure, you give him a pleading glace as you try to limp backwards on the sand.

"Nnnnh!" You moan, tears streaming down your face. Though you are a man, he finds himself attracted to your lithe body, feminine blonde hair, and plump ass; something that confuses and angers him as an avowed straight male.

He pulls the hammer back on the revolver and laughs, "Come on boy, give the barrel a good suck and don't make my finger slip! We came all the way out here and I better get something out of it, whether that be treasure or the thrill of killing your ass."

You're not sure how to respond to this command, but you do as he asks, sucking hard on the metal barrel, feeling it press against the back of your throat. You hear him chuckle again.

"That's better," he says, pulling the gun away from your mouth. "Now, I'm going to ask you again, and this call all end. Where is the treasure?"

You swallow nervously, your voice trembling, "I-I...don't know... I-I was lying for money...please..."

The captain gives you a cruel smile, "So you admit you lied about knowing where the treasure is then? That's fine, I can take care of liars like you." He gives you a strange look that appears to hint at lust, "But perhaps not in the way you might be imagining."