CHAPTER II
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Autumn 1774
It was a dark but beautiful night in Philadelphia as James, Sarah, and Henri went off to deliver pamphlets to a ship in Boston for John Adams. It was to deliver to his wife Abigail Adams in Boston. Earlier in the day, a heated debate started between James and John Adams about the rights of the people to protest had nearly sparked a revolution in Moses's very print shop. So to say James needed this assignment to cool his head was an understatement. Sarah went along as she longed for adventure and Henri went because he was for extra protection.
"You have to learn to be aggressive if you want to be a journalist." said James to break the ice.
"I think you were very nearly rude to Mr. Adams." said Sarah
"I was to the point. Nose to nose." said James.
"You were as busy as giving your own opinion as getting his." said Sarah
"I like Sam Adams. Sam is a man of action. This is a time of action!" said James. Just as they about to turn a corner, they heard a shout.
"Hey who's that?" James nearly spilled the wheelbarrow, pushing out Henri in the process. James went to investigate.
"What have we here?" asked a large rotund man coming from the tavern he owns. Two others came with him. "Stand right where you are." He commanded a young British sailor.
"I was looking for my shipmate. I'll be on my way." he told them.
"I offered to buy you a drink." said the man.
"I don't drink." he told him.
"That it? Or is you wouldn't join the toast? May Parliament rot the wretched louts!" he shouted. James went in further.
"What's going on, James? Why is there all this shouting?" asked Sarah.
"Look...I'll go see what it is. You and Henri deliver this pamphlets to the port. Meet me at this exact same spot when you're done." he told her.
"I don't know my way at night." she said.
"Do not worry, Sarah. I know this city from la tête aux pieds!" said Henri.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"From head to toe. I'm fully confident that James can handle whatever the noise is. Come on, we can't let Moses down." Henri said.
"Oh all right. But please be careful, James." said Sarah.
"Don't worry. Careful is one of my many attributes." he said. Once Sarah and Henri were out of eyesight, James went to the tavern.
"Look I don't want any trouble. Let me go about my business." said the sailor.
"You are my business!" said the tavern owner. A few of his friends approached him. "You know, we were thinking of tarring and feathering your damned hide but you're way too pretty. It's once in a blue moon we get a fresh-faced boy like you around the parts."
"What..What are you going to do to me?" asked the sailor.
"Oh nothing you aren't familiar with. Pretty sure you and your mates have plenty of fun under the deck." he sneered. The sailor instantly knew what he meant. "The look on your face says it all. So how long do those boys last? They got good thicks ones among your lot?"
"Look I don't have time. I should really be-"
"You should really be in my tavern. It is pretty cold out here. Come in so we can 'warm up'" said the owner in a lecherous manner. His goons grabbed the poor man and pushed him in. James ran inside undetected, being quieter than a mouse. It was a skill he picked up from Henri. James hid behind the counter. He saw a large man close the door behind him. "Ye, just like I said, lads. Pretty like a dove." he caressed his face.
"Please let me go! I haven't done anything!" he pleaded.
"And a nice Jack Tar who acts so innocent. We're really going to have with fun with this one, boys!" said one of the men. Another man came by and ripped his clothes off.
"Please stop!" he begged again. A large, muscular man held him.
"Thanks Ludwig. Now where were we?" said the man undressing the sailor. Once he was fully nude, his hard cock sprang forward. It was 7 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.
"Your mouth might say you don't want this, but your body sure isn't saying the same thing, boy." said the tavern owner. The men observed his body. It was well-fit and lean. He also had a developing six pack.
"So what do you want to do first, boss?" asked another man.
"Well, Nathaniel. I say we give him a colonial helping." said the tavern owner.
"Oh good idea!" said Nathaniel. He and the other men quickly undressed. The sailor saw they had physiques of various sizes. The owner was portly while 2 men he identified as twins were 6'0, very muscular and had massive cocks. Bigger than anything he has seen before. He was terrified for those were going inside of him. By his estimates, they were each 12.7 inches long and very thick.
'My word! They're as big as Moses!' James thought.
"Please...let me go." said the sailor whose pleas were falling on deaf ears.
"Keep begging, Tory. It only makes us even more hot!" said the tavern owner. "John, William, you can have first pick."
"And we'll be sure to teach the sailor how a real Pennsylvania man does it!" said William. John was 5'8, black hair and his cock 8 inches while William was 5'9, blonde, slightly pudgy and his cock was 9.5 inches. "Suck!" commanded William. The sailor thought if he didn't obey, he would surely regret it so he opened his mouth and took him in. As the tavern owner deduced, the sailor was no stranger to cocks but he and his shipmates always made fun with absolute consent and were always gentle with each other. This, however, was not gentle. These men saw him as nothing but their fucktoy. William grabbed his head and pushed him further down. "Oh yeah. You Tories are a horse's ass but you definitely have great mouths! Now take my scrotum!" the sailor did as told. John rubbed his succulent ass and then put his rough fingers into him. The sailor winced at the prodding for it was nothing like his shipmates.
"You have a lovely ass. Much nicer than the boys around here." said John. He attacked his hole like a pig during lunch, causing him to moan into William's cock.
"Aaahh!" William moaned. Nathaniel came by and grabbed the sailor's cock and took him in his mouth. The sailor then grabbed William's ass and fingered it himself. If there was one attribute he was good at among his mates, it was fingering. "Yee..keep doing that!"
"So our little Tory friend isn't so innocent after all. In that case he needs real men. Ludwig, Heinrich, you know what to do!"
"Ja, boss" said the two twins. They were both Hessian immigrants to the colonies who worked as blacksmiths. They were very well known among the men of Philadelphia for being totally amazing in bed. John, William and Nathaniel left the sailor alone to the German twins. His eyes widened and he tried to escape but John was blocking the door.
"Naughty, naughty. We can't have you running bare through this night. You might catch a cold." said the tavern owner. The sailor was grabbed by Ludwig.
"Suck, Tory." said Heinrich in a heavy German accent. Having no other choice, the sailor opened his mouth as wide as he could and started taking in the large cock. The head alone nearly covered his mouth. By some miracle, the young British sailor managed to get at least 90 percent in without gagging. He looked up and saw a body that was worthy of the Greek gods. His hands explored the chiseled abs and pecs.
"Ya like mein body, do you, British dog?" he asked rhetorically.
"I think you have your answer, Heinrich." said Ludwig. He ate the sailor's ass. Then, without announcement, he shoved his huge dick in his ass. Not ease but a full force thrust. The poor sailor screamed in pain but Heinrich grabbed his head and forced him back on his cock. Tears formed in his eyes.
"If I had a shilling for every man that screamed at taking those two...I could buy all of England." said the tavern owner. The other three men just smiled deviously at the sailor's obvious discomfort at feeling so full. Ludwig didn't give him time to adjust but simply pounded into him. The sailor thought this was the Lord's way of punishing him. He grabbed Heinrich's beefy ass and held of for dear life.
"I wonder how good he is with his hands?" asked John.
"Good question. Nathaniel, William check it out for him." said the tavern owner. They did as told and stuck their cocks out for the sailor to rub. He grabbed them and started stroking vigorously. Meanwhile, James was still hiding behind the counter. He felt so bad for the poor seafarer as he not long ago was in a similar position. However, he willingly offered his body up while this man was forced in what can only be described as rape. As much as he wanted to put a stop to it, the tent in his breeches was beginning to tear them asunder. He was so turned on by the act that he had to stop himself from joining in and giving away his cover. He undid his garments to pull out his thick 10 inch cock. He began masturbating but had to be very quiet which was going to be a chore as a man needed to release himself now again. At the spectacle, William had an idea.
"Hey Heinrich." he whispered in his ear. The strong Hessian man smiled. He took his hard cock out of his mouth and picked him up. He then sat the sailor down on his cock and invited his brother to fuck him like this. Ludwig couldn't reply fast enough. The sailor screamed at being taken by two huge cocks at once.
"Yes scream little Tory boy. You'll be doing even more. Gentlemen, bring him here." said the tavern owner. Staying in the same position, they moving the moaning man in front of the owner's cock. "Now I heard good things about your mouth. Don't disappoint me." By his estimates, it was 10 inches long and thick (though just a smidge thinner than James). While being taken by two men, he grabbed the long dong and swallowed it hole. Having an almost 13 inch cock meant he could probably please any man he come across in the future. If he ever recovers physically and emotionally from this. The tavern owner moaned while Ludwig decided to lick the sailor's nipples. The two twins somehow went even harder. It was a damn miracle that his outstretched ass could handle both beasts.
"Paul, what's going on here?" asked a man who walked in. His name was Tom Royce, a local miller. A couple of other men followed him.
"Oh hello Tom, we're just teaching this Tory here about opening his mouth in the colonies. The men looked at the stuffed sailor. They all looked at him with much interest.
"Hmmph keeping a cute boy like that to yourself, Paul? I always knew you were greedy." said Thomas.
"Well come on in, lads. There's plenty of Englishman to go around." said Paul. They all talked excitedly as they came in and started undressing. The sailor eyes' widened as 10 other men were naked and hard. And he was going to have to please them all. Meanwhile James was masturbating to all the sex sounds. Looking at the situation he figured he was going to have plenty more climaxes. He certainly was not complaining but he still felt sorry for the poor sailor. Paul grabbed the British man's head and bobbed him down even further.
"And I see you got Ludwig and Heinrich on his tail. Nice one." said Tom. "Samuel, Elias, give the Tory some meat for his hands. Samuel was 5'10, muscled (though not as muscled as the Hessian brothers) and had 10 inch cock while Elias was 5'10.5, slightly pudgy and had a 9 inch cock. The sailor grabbed them and pumped them as hard as he could while secretly praying for it to all be over.
"You know, I wonder if he could take one more?" asked a blonde man.
"Nah Ludwig and Heinrich are enough for the Jack Tar. Better not completely break him. However if you gentlemen want a piece..." said Paul. "Ludwig, Heinrich I believe our Tory friend would like to sample our other men." The brothers gave the sailor one last thrust before exiting him. "And you know, lads. Let's save our rain for the final act."
"Huh you were always the sensual one, Paul." said Tom.
"He's all yours." Paul said as he took his cock out of his mouth. The sailor took a moment to catch his breath only to have another cock going in. Tom had a 9.5 inch cock and was somewhat thicker than Paul. Joshua Seamus, the blonde who spoke, attacked his ass while Elijah Montberry and Benjamin Daniels, a red haired man and a black-brown haired man, jerked off their cocks to full mast. They all had the average physique for a colonial man. Joshua was 5'9 while Elijah and Benjamin were both 5'11. After lubing his ass, Elijah and Benjamin stuck their 10 inch cocks inside of him. After having the well endowed Hessians for so long, it was so much easier to take. It still stung quite a bit. Joshua approached Samuel and gave him a kiss.
"All right boys. Do what you do best." Paul said as he took a seat. John came over and suck on his still-hard cock while William came over and sucked on his left foot and Nathaniel sucked on the right. Ludwig offered his huge cock and the tavern owner took it with no difficulty at all. He also jerked off Heinrich. The brothers moaned even louder than when they were banging the sailor. There were two things Paul was known for throughout southern Pennsylvania: How to run a very good tavern and how to turn virtually any man into a moaning pile of ecstasy. James was still continuing to mastubate. He just had a big cumshot which it nearly killed his vocal cords to keep quiet but at least he released. He begin to have dirty thoughts about him and the sailor. He knew it was wrong especially seeing he's become nothing more than a cum bucket for loads of horny men but it was just so tempting. He envisioned himself at sea. He was under the deck writing a story about the corruption of Parliament. When suddenly the sailor came in.
"What can I do you for?" he asked him.
"I was just seeing what you were doing." said the sailor.
"Oh you know just writing a pamphlet for the Pennsylvania Gazette."
"Ahh it does get awfully boring does it not?"
"Well...I suppose so." The sailor approached him and gave a rub on his shoulder.
"I know a way to make time fly." James gave him an amorous look.
"Oh really?" he gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Yes really." The two instantly made out with the each other, with James carassing the sailor's taut ass. James pushed him up against the wall and instantly removed his clothes. The sailor did the same to James. He then took his thick cock all in one gulp. The journalist moaned. He loved how good he was with his mouth. The sailor wasted no time in giving him a great blowjob. He fingered his ass and pinched his nipples. James wonders if the rest of the mates have been teaching him how to please a man better. After continuing to drive him crazy, James shot a good load into his mouth. "Hope you're not tired yet. You still have to please me!" The sailor got down on the floor and stuck his ass out. James took the message and shoved his thick dick into him. The young sailor screamed in pleasure but the journalist didn't give him time to adjust. He was going to be as rough as possible with him. He grabbed his hair and pounded into him so hard that he swore the boat was creaking from the friction of their love-making.
"You like this, you little sea urchin?" asked James.
"Yes! Oh God! Yes!" the sailor moaned.
"Well, I'm going to make you see stars until your whole vision is the sky." he told him. James flipped him over and took him in the missionary position. Grabbing his legs and then kissing him. James could tell the sailor was being very frisky today. Moaning and skin slapping skin continued until James picked him up and took him upon the table. He knocked off his papers and candle and thrusted into him as fast as he could. The sailor grabbed his body and yelled. James like this. Unbeknownst to his numerous 'lovers', James had a sadistic streak. He loved making those he fucks moaned like they're about to be drawn and quartered. And also he loved being taken like a simple churn. Like given the man complete control over his body. The sailor continued to moan like the dickens. The pressure in the two men's balls meant that they were not going to last much longer.
"Oh...I'm going to..." said James.
"Cum inside me!" said the sailor. James pumped him harder than before to push them both over the edge. He released inside of the blonde sailor and his cock released over James's form. A few more pumps and he was completely empty. Both of their seeds covered their spot on the floor, with even more starting to seep out of the sailor's used hole. James caught the man and kissed him.
"Ohhh Will" he said as he came back to reality. He saw that cum filled his hands and he was still hard. As those Redcoats noticed, James had stamina for days. He couldn't say the same for the poor sailor on display. Speaking of, two men named Ebenezer Rawlings and Isaac Mathers, were fucking the sailor while standing. Ebenezer was 5'10, in shape and had a 9 inch cock while Isaac was also 5'10 but had an 11 inch cock. The sailor continued his fruitless cries for the men to stop. They only kept going harder and faster. He had received all but Paul, the tavern owner. That was about to change however.
"Ok Isaac bring the lad here. It's my turn." said Paul. Isaac had lifted him while still on his cock. "Well Mr. Sailor, have you had your fill of us 'Rebels'?" He shook his head nope. Paul only smiled. "Well come on and I'll show you a real good time. Isaac dropped the young man only for Paul to take him and stick his cock in him. Having taken fifteen cocks in his ass and mouth, it wasn't even a sting anymore to him but a poke. However, the tavern owner seemed to have a different aura about him then the other men. He seemed to have wasted no time in cuddling him but simply pounded into his ass. Not that the others didn't give him time either but his cock seemed to give off a static cling. Similar to say having sex with Zeus, god of lightning. Paul jerked off his cock which clearly was on its last leg. He picked up the sailor and fucked him on the well used table. At this point, it was a miracle that the thing was still intact. James saw the two and jerked off his cock until he came one last time. His long thick dick was now subsiding.
"Hey Paul, this had been fun and all but I think we'd better wrap this up." said Isaac.
"Ye our wives are going to start looking for us." said Joshua.
"You gentlemen are correct. I think our sailor friend has had enough." Those words were like Bible verses to the poor abused man's ears. "Come on, lads. Let's shower him so he won't ever forget how we colonists are going to stick it to Parliament!" Paul thrusted into him like an earthquake so he could release his seed into him. The other men jerked off their cocks and spurted on the sailor. It was like the first rain of spring to him. After spurting their first shots, all of their penises died down. The sailor actually coughed up semen. It was surprisingly sweet to him, he'll admit that. The 16 men who raped and abused him all put back on their clothes.
"Ahh this was so fun." said Nathaniel.
"I know. Hope to take even more of those Tory bastards like this." said a random man.
"Or one of those Redcoats." said Ebenezer. The men all exited the tavern, leaving only the sailor and Paul.
"Well Mr. Seaworthy, I think it's time you were on your way. Your shipmates must be worried about you." Paul said in a condescending tone. The sailor tried to get up but after having 16 cocks tear his ass up, he nearly fell over in pain. His bottom was so sore it look frankly a bright red. Not to mention he was still covered in cum. He looked at Paul and the tavern owner gave him a sultry smile. It was clear he was not going to help him. Mustering whatever strength he had the sailor got up, trying with all his power to ignore the searing pain of his lower backside. He, by some miracle, put on his shirt and pants and shoes. He even got his hat. One mercy that the group of men gave the sailor was his things like his bag and a satchel he carries for his sketchbook was left completely untouched. After being bombarded by so many cocks, that heavy bag was going to be a chore to carry back to harbor. And that's putting it mildly. Using the last of his strength, he made a quick dash out of the tavern which quickly caused him to mellow over in pain. At least he was far away from that place as he could physically get with his present condition. James, faster than a musket shot, dashed out of the tavern. Coincidentally, he ran into Sarah and Henri.
"Oh there you are, James. We've been looking for you. We've just delivered the pamphlets to the harbor." said Sarah.
"Hey what was that noise?" asked Henri. James faced turned nearly blue
"It was nothing, Henri" James lied.
"Hey look, isn't that a British sailor?" asked Henri pointing.
"It is. I wonder what's he doing out at this time of night?" asked Sarah. James nearly hung his head in shame.
"More importantly, why is he limping?" Henri asked, observing the man's stiff gait.
"I don't know but I think he needs assistance. Come on, let's help out him out." said Sarah.
"Maybe we should leave him to his business." suggested James.
"James, I know how you must feel about the Royal Navy but he's a fellow human being in need." said Sarah. Henri quickly followed her. James begrudgingly did the same. The sailor tried his best to walk very fast but it was no use. He nearly was about to cave in from the pain. "Excuse me, do you need any help?" The sailor shrieked and raised his hands over his head. He relaxed when he saw it was only James, Sarah and Henri.
"Um...ummm.." he said with a raspy voice, a result of the copious blowjobs and screaming from his 'escapade'.
"Well do you?" asked Sarah. The sailor gave in.
"Yes. Yes I do." he said.
"All right. Henri will you grab his satchel?" she asked the French boy.
"Of course." he said.
"And I'll grab your bag." Sarah said. "Can you make it to where you need to go?" His wobbly legs was enough to answer that question.
"I'll carry you." said James.
"T-Thank you." said the sailor. James picked him up. Despite being slightly taller than James, he was light enough so it'd be no problem. James felt somewhat dirty carrying the man whom he had a fantasy about. The trio soon started walking.
"If you don't mind us asking, what is your name?" Sarah asked him.
"William. William Parker." said the sailor.
"And are you going to harbor?" she asked.
"Yes. If you could take me to a British ship. It's the only one in harbor today." said William.
"Of course, Mr. Parker." said Sarah. They walked quickly to the harbor. Henri opened his satchel.
"Are you also an artist? These drawings are very good." said the French boy. William smiled. It was a nice pleasantry after a night of abuse. James could feel that Mr. Parker still had gallons of cum sloshing inside of him. It was a thing only males somehow knew.
"Thank you." he said. "Yes...I am."
"Um...can I ask what happened to you?" asked Henri.
"Henri, maybe it's not-
"No..no..it's okay. I was doing some sketches at night and I had a very bad fall. Like really very bad." he lied. If there was a new level of sorry James could feel for the poor sailor, he was feeling it now.
"Oh my. I'm so sorry." said Sarah.
"I hate when that happens. I remember I fell from my chair a week ago. I swear I was about to cry but I'm not going to cry. A real man never cries!" said Henri proudly. They all laughed. Mr. Parker struggled to hold back the tears. He didn't have it in his heart to tell the young boy what really happened. "And don't mind me asking but are you sure it's really just a fall? You seemed to be much more jittery when a normal man-"
"He's telling the truth, Henri." James said sternly.
"How would you know?" asked Sarah.
"Trust me. A man knows when another man is telling the truth." said James.
"So you mean to tell me-"
"Henri, just-just be quiet for now." said James. He did as told. Mr. Parker looked at his eyes. He seemed to recall seeing a part of a human when he saw the counter. He was wondering if James was that human. James gave him a look that told him everything: He was there and he saw it all. Also that he is extremely sorry and he also have experienced being at the mercy of a horny mob. William gave him a very big smile. He seemed to say thank you and thank him for not telling what really happen. If there was one thing men knew, especially during this time, is when another man is a victim. If it was completely consensual (like James and the Redcoat squadron in Boston), then it would've been a different story but no Mr. Parker was raped. There was no other way to describe it. When that happens to another man, it's like a part of him when was shattered. Like he's no longer a human. But on the plus side, he could find solace and comfort in the fact that he's not alone in experiencing rape. James wasn't innocent (as were a great majority of colonial men) but he will never participate in rape or allow himself to be a victim of it. The gang had reached the harbor and had searched for Mr. Parker's ship.
"Mmm I wonder wear...Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Sarah.
"What is it?" asked Henri.
"My locket. The locket I wore when I came to the colonies! I can't believe I see it. Come on!" she said. Henri quickly followed her. "Aren't you coming, James?"
"We'll be there. Just give us a minute." he told her. She decided to do what he requested. Once the two were gone, James turned to Mr. Parker. "It's okay. You can let it out now." he told him. William wasted no time in bawling his eyes out as he clutched James' clothing. "Shhh It's okay." He rocked him gently. It's hard for a man to cry but William had every right to. James himself let a few tears drop. His whole worldview was shattered. Up until this point, he had thought the Patriots, his fellow fighters for freedom, were the good guys. The utmost holders of liberty. They wanted rights for everyone. But what they did was so far removed from the word liberty as possible. They weren't freedom fighters. They were just a mob looking for an easy man to use for their cocks. What's worse, the had use the cause of liberty for their own insidious actions. To say James was both shameful and angry would be an understatement. Now he's going to do real stories on real patriots, not criminals. He could only hope that Mr. Parker can recover both physically and mentally. He knows one thing for sure: The poor sailor will not be coming back to these shores anytime soon. In fact, he might never come back and honestly James doesn't blame him one bit. His tears dry but on the inside, he'll cry for weeks.
"James, I got my locket. The men who grabbed it out said it was so beautiful that they took extra care to make sure it shone again." Sarah said.
"Yes and also the men are Mr. Parker's shipmates. They said they've been worried about him." said Henri.
"Really? Then let's go! I want to get out of here as fast as possible." said William.
"You can believe that's what we're doing right now." said James. The three quickly walked over to Mr. Parker's ship.
"There you are! Where were you, lad? We've been worried sick." said a sailor.
"Ye, we thought we were going to have search for you ourselves, mate." said another sailor.
"I had a really bad fall and I could barely walk." said Mr. Parker.
"Well, whatever it is, we're way behind schedule. Come and we'll get you some warm tea, lad." said the ship's captain. The sailors all took him from James and put a blanket over him. "Thank you for bringing him to us. Heaven knows anything could happen at this time of night."
"Yeah anything." said James in a slightly sullen voice. William took one last look at James and gave him a big smile. James gave him a smile back. It was to let him know that he has made at least one friend during his awful night. As the ship boarded up and prepared to leave, Henri had stated|
"We better be getting back. I'm sure Moses is worried about us.
"That's sounds like a very good idea. I need a nice night's sleep." said Sarah. The trio all walked back to the Pennsylvania Gazette headquarters. "Hey James, I believed I heard some men shouting in the direction you took. Do you know what it was?"
"It was just some men who dropped their wares on their foot. Nothing major." he told her with a straight face.
"All right. I say, I hope you and other colonists in the future can understand that not everyone wants to go to war. Some people prefer peaceful methods of negotiating. And those that don't turn into unruly mobs." Sarah said. That struck James like an iron hammer. He was 100 percent confident that Mr. Parker would tell his shipmates what really happened. He was saddened that the men who raped the poor sailor will never be brought to justice but that's why he's going to be the one to write about it. One man publishing the truth is stronger than all the soldiers in Britain combined.
"Sarah, can I just say one thing?" he asked.
"What is it?" she asked.
"The pen is stronger than the sword." James said to her.
END OF CHAPTER II