They Are A-OK Ch. 27

The next day was unusual to say the least. When I awoke, Adam's still body was draped over mine. I looked down his back and visually inspected his ass. The marks left by the spanking seemed far worse in the light of day. The sight made me wonder how his front side had fared. I remembered his red puffy cock and the purple marks on his torso. I gently nudged him awake. The opening of his eyes was accompanied by a wide grin. That was when I noticed his hand still cradled my cock. I had a full blown case of morning wood as I did most every day of my twenty-first year. Adam started to stroke me after saying good morning. I was content to indulge him with some early morning sex play until I saw the way he winced when he tried to move. At that point I insisted that he let me inspect the damage I had done.

He begrudgingly crawled out of bed and stood in front of me as I sat on the edge of the mattress. His cock though not as red as the night before was even more puffy. The black and purple marks on his torso made it look a bit like he had fallen off a cliff. I leaned forward and kissed the nastiest looking of the bruises and started to apologize. He cut me off, insisting that he had never had a happier morning after. Then he turned to let me inspect his ass. It was by no means the worst I had seen. The AOK boys knew how to give a spanking. My own ass had been in far worse shape a couple of times. Still, the idea that I had made the marks while in the middle of love making gave me pause.

"John, I wanted it and enjoyed it as much as you did. There is no reason to feel shame," He said softly as I ran my fingertips over his bruised and swollen ass cheeks.

I wondered again how he could be so smart and perceptive. Any shame I might have felt melted away. I was happy and glad we did what we did. Somehow I knew that it wasn't going to be the last morning I found myself looking at or was it admiring my handiwork on his body. When he turned back around, I suggested he should have a doctor take a look. He assured me that he was fine.

"Only thing, babe, after a night like that, I am going to be out of commission for a day or two.

Suddenly feeling frisky, I shot back, "Just because you dick don't work, doesn't mean you mouth is broken, lover."

It was just the beginning of testing the boundaries of our sexual relationship. I soon learned that as long as the timing was right there was virtually nothing I could ask of him that he would not happily indulge.

"Do you want me on my knees, John?" He asked while grinning wickedly at me.

"Maybe later. Right now I think we need to hit the shower."

"Good, idea. We really should get together with Alicia's family and formalize your engagement. Only thing is, we need to find a place for the meeting where my remaining standing won't seem odd."

Though he had said it casually, truly conveying that it wasn't a big deal to him, I thought all through our shower about what I had done. It went beyond domination. There was a brutality to it that I only saw after the fact. While in the throws of the passionate action it had not occurred to me that it was any different than any other time I had been dominant sexually. Seeing the aftermath told me that it was indeed very different. Even harder to fathom at that time as Adam and I silently shared a shower was the certainty that I would want to do it again. I think that was the first shower I took with Adam where we didn't wash each other. I supposed that he was as lost in his thoughts as I was in mine. When we got out of the shower I watched his ginger movements as he dried himself while trying not to strain any sore spots. I couldn't help but wonder if the whole thing were part of an elaborate plan to make me a more brutal ruthless person in general.

Adam's perceptive nature must have kicked in again. He dropped his towel and just stood there naked, exposed, watching me. I knew his eyes were on me like the rays of some alien eyes in a cheap fifties sci-fi movie. But I just continued drying off letting him look at me. Then I dropped my own towel and stood naked and exposed for him.

"God, you are gorgeous," He sighed in a low seductive tone. "John, I have to make you understand something. I tried to tell you this already, but I don't think your mind will let you believe it. I wanted every second of what happened last night. Hell, I worked to engineer most of it. You give me something I haven't had in a long time. I need it more than you could know. I think you need it too. Fuck, I am so happy that I found you."

I walked over to him. I had no idea what I was going to do. Something took control of me as if I was on autopilot. I kissed his lips and then ordered him to his knees. He smiled at me. Then he held onto my body as he carefully went down on his knees.

"You really want this, Adam?" I asked giving him one last chance to back out.

He nodded and cast his eyes down at my feet. My heart was racing as I prepared to enter a strange new world.

"Then show me, show me that you want to be my slut!" I demanded.

He kissed my balls softly and then took my nearly flaccid cock into his mouth. He teased me to full arousal with his lips and tongue. He sucked my erection with unbridled enthusiasm. When I felt my balls tightening I pulled back and grabbed my cock. Adam sat motionless with his mouth open and his tongue out as I jerked off inches from his face. He had a joyous look in his eyes as he tried to catch my spurting cum on his out stretched tongue. When I was done I wiped the last drops on his cheek. As I stood over him panting he asked me if I was convinced of his sincerity. All I could do was look down at him and smile.

The rest of the day was less dramatic than the morning had been but no less surprising. Adam arranged for the engagement meeting to be on a beach. Alicia's entire family joined Adam and me on the same pristine secluded beach where I had fucked Alicia the morning after my return to the island. It was an odd experience standing talking to her parents about the life we would make together on almost the exact spot where she had licked my cock clean a day earlier. From the look on Alicia's face I was sure she was having similar feelings. None of her family had any objection to the engagement and Alicia's parents were very pleased when Adam explained the advantages to her parents of being my future in-laws. He all but told them that I was the heir apparent to be boss of the island. All was well until Alicia's father asked me to walk with him. A million scenarios went though my head as I considered walking off alone with my future father-in-law.

"Father, is that really necessary. He is not of the island," Gregory said in protest of his father's invitation.

Greg's protest and Alicia and her mother's concerned looks added to my own unease over a private meeting with Duarte Ortiz, whose name I had just learned. I was glad for the formal introduction as I was too embarrassed to ask either his first name or the family name of my intended bride.

"Boy, do not question me! I am aware he is not of the island. But he has asked to be joined to an island girl. I see no reason that our traditions should be disregarded," The older man said with a fiery passion in his tone.

I glanced toward Adam hoping to get a clue about what was about to transpire. But he seemed to be as lost as I was.

"Sir, you, of course aren't bound by our ways. I only hoped that you might grant me this small concession so that I can tell my people proudly that I have consented to your marrying my daughter."

"I am honored that you wish to treat me as you would an islander that sought to marry your precious Alicia. I will be happy to walk with you, if you will do me one small favor and call me John. In my tradition, ones father-in-law does not address one as sir."

"Of course, you are right John. We shall be family and it is proper that formality be set aside."

"Then let us walk, Duarte."

As we walked silently along a path that twisted and disappeared into the tropical vegetation, I contemplated my host's heritage. I was fairly certain the name he bore was Portuguese. I surmised that at least one of his ancestors must have been a pirate. That set my mind to wandering off into romantic thoughts. I envisioned a rather ruthless pirate seducing and eventually marrying the daughter of indentured servants. My fantasy was interrupted when we stepped into a small clearing that looked as if it was prepared for some sort of ritual ceremony. There was a circle of logs that were planed down to make seats. In the middle was a fire pit. I hoped that whatever was about to occur didn't include a fire being lit as it was well over 90 degrees that day.

"John, this is a special place to the islanders. Normally, an outsider would not be invited here. But you have expressed a desire to become a part of us in a way. My daughter will always be of the island. I hope with all my being that her children too will be of the island. Since it will be your seed that makes those children, it is fitting that you come to this place as all men of the island come here with their bride's fathers."

My pirate fantasy had kept my mind from thinking of what might be in store. But standing there in what was clearly a special place to Duarte and his people hearing those words caused my fears to flood my thoughts.

"Come sit with me," He said as he moved toward the circle of logs.

We took our places opposite each other and he began to talk. He told me a bit of family history. He spoke of the joy his Alicia had brought to his life and the anticipation he felt about seeing the children she would bear. He finished by telling me that he was filled with prided that I had chosen her.

"John, Alicia will serve you well. She will do anything you require to make you happy. I am sure you already know of her sexual skills. She was trained to please men so I am sure that you will always find great pleasure fucking her."

I am sure my facial expression betrayed my surprise at his blunt pronouncement of his daughter being a good fuck. But that surprise was nothing compared to his next words.

"Our people have strong traditions. One of those makes it a father's responsibility to be sure that his future son-in-law is likely to be able to perform his duties and make grandchildren. This tradition demands that I inspect you before your engagement is announced. Will you allow me to inspect you?"

I wasn't really sure what I was agreeing to, but I quickly said that I would adhere to his people's traditions.

"John, I know that your people are far more modest than those of the island. So I know this may be difficult for you, but you must be nude for the inspection."

He had me stand and undress completely.

"John, are all the men in your family so large," He said as he began to fondle my genitals.

"I can not really say. I have seen my father unclothed only briefly and he was of course not aroused at the time. I have not seen any other men in my family naked. But it is my experience that I am only a little larger than average in my society."

He had a puzzled look on his face as my cock grew in his hand. I wasn't sure which was more puzzling to him; the idea that I hadn't seen the men of my family naked or that my cock was not unusually large. Despite my conscious desire not to have sex with Duarte, my cock quickly became fully erect under his surprisingly gentle touch.

"It seems clear that you will give much pleasure to my daughter with your impressive cock, John. While a woman's pleasure is important to her fertility a large cock does not speak to the quality of your seed. I need to milk your seed so that I can judge your potency."

He told me to spread my legs as he moved to my side. Then he took a small pouch like object and placed it over the end of my cock. As he began to stroke my cock with his hand he worked a finger into my ass. The scene itself had a very clinical feel. That was until he found my prostate. He was an expert at manipulating a man's inner button. I began to gasp and moan. With each second I could feel my orgasm coming like an out of control train. As I enjoyed his ministrations, I imagined what it would be like to be in my position if I were a straight man who had proposed to an island girl. I assumed that it had not occurred to Duarte that a man might object to being brought to orgasm that way. Those thoughts disappeared when a powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Alicia's father pulled his finger out of my ass and wrapped an arm around me to steady my convulsing body. I hoped that we were far enough away from the beach so that Alicia could not hear the passionate cries I let out when her father brought me to orgasm.

When I was finished, he took the pouch off the end of my dick and opened it revealing what for me was a small puddle of cum. I decided that it was fortunate that I was a big ejaculator since I had cum so recently with Adam.

"When did you last spill your seed, John?" He asked like a mechanic might ask when you last changed the oil in your car.

"A few hours ago. I hope that is not a problem."

"No, your output is very impressive considering you ejaculated so recently," He said as he dipped his pinky into the small pool.

He brought his finger to his lips and then slipped his tongue out to taste my cum. He looked a little like he was testing the purity of a batch of drugs he was about to buy. He smiled and sucked the rest from his finger. Then he took the little pouch with my remaining cum and tossed it into the fire pit. He extracted another similar pouch from his pocket and tossed it into the fire pit. After that he said some words in a language I did not recognize. It was years later that I learned the words were bastardized from several different languages. It was essentially a made up chant that islanders learn as children. I was one of the few outsiders to ever hear those words spoken. Up to that point even Adam had not heard the ritual words said. He took another pouch from his pocket.

This one was larger than the one containing my cum and was made of a bright red calico fabric that reminded me of a cowboy's neckerchief. He laid open the cloth on top of the two small pouches revealing the contents to be a ball of blackened fibers. It most closely resembled a tangle of burnt hair. While he was laying the odd looking ball on the fire pit he never once looked toward me. He just kept chanting. He suddenly went silent and picked up a rock. When he struck the rock on the fire ring, the resulting spark ignited the ball of fibers. In an instant the circle was ablaze. He turned toward me as he spoke.

"The fire consumes our seed and turns it to smoke. That smoke in turn journeys toward the heavens. As it does so the essence of our seed entwines and becomes one. Our families are now joined. When your seed travels into my daughter's body the future of both our families will be planted in her womb. You and I are now of but a single family. From today until the end of time you are my son as truly as if you were the issue of my own loins."

Then he gathered me into his arms and embraced me. I felt stranger than I could ever remember feeling standing there naked being held tight to his fully clothed body. Still it was clear that he was bestowing on me a great honor. It was also clear that as I knew had happened all over the Caribbean that many traditions had merged to form totally unique and somewhat primitive cultural customs. He released me and declared that it was time to return to the others. I thanked him for the honor as he watched me dress. Though his gaze was intent, he seemed dispassionate and there was no sign of lust. I quickly decided that I did not like having my body viewed with such indifference. Though I had no interest in him sexually, it seemed almost insulting that he was uninterested in me given the sexual nature of the islanders. Then I remembered the words he had just spoken. If he believed them literally as it seemed likely he did, then his having sexual desire toward me would amount to incest.

As we walked back toward the beach, he informed me that the next day was a holiday of sorts on the island. There would be no work. There were rituals to attend, one of which was the convocation of man. It seemed that the adult men, both married and betrothed, celebrated a special ritual apart from the unattached males and the women. He asked that I join the men at midday on the same beach where I had become engaged to Alicia. As I was sure that he was doing me another great honor, I could not turn him down despite the fears I had of what might transpire at such a gathering. It wasn't that I really objected to the idea of an all out male orgy, but I had hoped to avoid becoming too involved in the islanders sexual practices. I thought that marrying Alicia while carrying on a relationship with her brother was complicated enough. Joining in on the sexual escapades of the islanders seemed like a bad idea. Of course I only had my imagination to go on and really didn't know if sex would be involved.

When we got back to the beach, Alicia, her mother and two brothers were waiting for us. Adam had gone. It was Alicia's mother that explained that he had business to attend to and was sorry to leave without saying goodbye. The family said quick goodbyes and left me alone with my fiancée. As we watched them walk away I wondered if I was expected to fuck Alicia to cement our engagement. I wasn't sure I was up to it after my morning with Adam and her father's milking me of more cum.

When they were out of ear shot she asked, "Are you ok, John?"

I wondered if she knew what had transpired between her father and me. Somehow, her knowing what her father did to me increased my embarrassment over the situation.

"Yes, of course, why?" I replied as nonchalantly as I could.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't upset about the ritual."

"Alicia, do you know what happened out there?"

"I do not know the details. I probably should not know anything of it, but girls talk, mostly rumor of course. Also, Greg tells me things he probably shouldn't. It is one of the male rituals that girls are not taught about. I know that it involves my father handling your cock. I know that was probably uncomfortable for you."

"I am ok. I am honored that your father shared the ritual with me since I am not of the island."

"Greg doesn't think you should have been made to participate. He knows much about the ways of your country and thinks such things are shameful to you."

"It is ok, but can I ask what you know of the convocation of man ceremony?"

"My father is taking you to that also!" She squealed.

"Alicia, why does that bother you?"

"I am just surprised since you're not of the island. You won't know what to do."

"You can help me. Tell me what happens there, please."

"I can't; I don't know what the men do there."

"But you said that girls share rumors."

"Not about the convocation. A betrothed young male occasional tells his fiancée about the bonding ceremony and that becomes the source of the rumors. But no men speak of the convocation to women. It is the highest of the rituals. The women have a similar ritual held on a different holiday."

"Then I should speak with Greg."

"He may know something of the ritual, but this is his first convocation also."

"I guess it doesn't really matter since I am going regardless of the nature of the ceremony. But it would be nice to have some idea of what to expect."

"I will tell Greg that you need to talk to him. He will find you later. I should get home now. I am sorry, but we are not supposed to fuck today. It is a day to reflect on our desire for each other."

I wondered if the real reason sex was prohibited was the milking the prospective groom is given. I didn't matter. Though I would have liked to have made love to her later that day, there were other prospects for sex. I figured if Greg and I had a private chat we might well end up having sex. Over her objection I walked her back to her cottage. I was surprised that she initiated a semipublic goodbye kiss. I guess my surprise showed because she explained that limited public affection was expected of engaged couples.