CHAPTER XIII
September 4, 1776. New York City
It was a beautiful night as James, Sarah, and Henri were rowing on the Hudson to get a story about a strange creature that was spotted by an old man. Henri and James believed it to be a monster while Sarah was far more practical. Whatever it was, it was definitely sure to be a bestseller.
"There's the Whitehall Battery. We row a mile north." said James. After an hour of rowing, the trio were in a more wooded area. It sure was to have troops on either side.
"See anything?" asked James.
"Yes trouble. If we run into a patrol." said Sarah.
"Or the monster." said Henri.
"Henri, no one believes in monsters. I remind you that this is the 18th century." said Sarah.
"But I have heard stories about..about giant beasts that eat whole ships in one bite!" said the French boy.
"That's more than I can swallow." said Sarah humorously.
"I think she made a joke." said James.
"And a joke is what we are. Out here in the middle of...of..." Just then a flashing object was floating in the water. "Look! It's the monster!" In shock, James and Henri nearly tipped over the boat. Sarah was in suspense over the tales she heard as a child is true.
"What are you doing? Let's get after it!" said James.
"After it? We should be getting away from it!" said Henri. The trio continued to row and foregoing their usual reckless abandon, they hide in the tall marsh grass. The monster they fear is now just a group of men with a machine.
"If that's a monster, Henri then nature's become a coppersmith." said James.
"What is it?" asked Henri. The three are soon discovered by a Continental Army guard.
"Tell ya later." said James quietly. The trio better had did what he wanted. Later, the men where checking out their large toy.
"The pump was sticking again. I couldn't surface fast enough." said a man.
"If you must, release the bomb. You'll pop right up and-" The man saw James, Sarah, and Henri at attention.
"What did you see?" he asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." said Henri.
"They were watching from the woods." said the gunmen.
"I repeat. What did you see?" asked their leader again.
"We saw that!" James said pointing at the machine.
"And that is?" asked the leader.
"I think it's some kind of underwater boat that you're going to attack the Redcoats with." said James.
"If that were so such an enterprise would require secrecy, which begs the question what to do with you three spies." said the leader. James knew that Sarah and Henri would be made to work and put in prison while he would be this group's favorite fucktoy.
"We are not spies. We're journalists. For Benjamin Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette." said Sarah.
"My word!"
"No my word. I wrote that." said James.
"And I wrote the grammatically correct article below it." Sarah corrected him. Henri shrugged.
"Benjamin Franklin helped convinced General Washington that my turtle was an idea worth trying. I'm in his debt. You three may stay but only if you give your word you'll withhold the story till after the attack." said the leader.
"We agree! Now Mr..."
"Bushnell. David Bushnell. Late of Saybrook, Connecticut." said Bushnell.
"James Hiller. Sarah Phillips. and Henri LeFevbre!" said James.
"It's nice to meet you all." said Bushnell.
"Ms. Phillips and Mr. LeFevbre, please have some julep tea." said the gunmen.
"Did you say...julep tea! That's my favorite!" said Henri.
"My mother and I love it as well. It was our special bonding tea. Well I suppose I should let bygones by bygones." said Sarah. They took the tea and in an instant they were knocked out cold.
"Hey what happened to them?" asked James.
"Don't worry. They're just sleeping. It's a special blend I concocted of julep, pine and maple. It puts women and children in a deep sleep for about four to five hours." said Bushnell.
"Why?" asked James. Bushnell gave him a naughty but condescending look. "Oh."
"Yes, lad. For the men, we require more than just their word. We require their bodies." said Bushnell.
"Well Mr. Bushnell, I'd be more than happy to further my word. But what about Sarah and Henri?" he asked.
"Don't worry, lad. They'll be safe at the log cabin we have set up. No British would ever think to find it." said Bushnell as the gunmen and another man carried his friends.
"Ahhh soooo should we start now or-"
"Wait till Henry and William get back." he told him. They soon returned to the group. "All right. Boys take Mr. Hiller here." William put down his gun and took James for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around him and removed his breeches and waistcoat. James did the same and saw he had a more muscular physique than he did. William put his fingers in James' ass causing him to moan in his mouth.
"Hey don't leave me hanging here." said Henry. He grabbed James and smashed his lips. He was much more rough than William, fingering him harder than any man has.
"Just a fair warning, lad: Henry here definitely loves to show men who's boss." said Bushnell. Henry then pushed him on the ground and took his cock in his mouth. David wasn't kidding when he said he was rough.
"Francis, Judah, you know what to do." said Bushnell. Both men were of the same height and muscular physique. They quickly removed their clothes and came for James's mouth and body. William had sucked his toes. Bushnell undressed and started to jerk his 13.5 inch cock.
"Hey what's going on out-" the brown haired male was stunned but annoyed. "Ugh you boys started fun without me again!"
"Well Caleb, you can join by giving me a good sucking." said David. Caleb got out of the turtle, removed his clothes and started pleasing him. Bushnell moaned instantly for Caleb had one of those golden mouths around these parts. The younger male then fingered and grabbed his ass. Francis had lifted James up and thrusted his 11 inch cock in James. He took him with an absolute fierceness that was matched by Moses and Judah stuck his 12 incher along with Francis'. Both men were unrelating with the journalist. This certainly wasn't the first time James was DP'd and it wouldn't be the last yet he could feel a primal aura in Francis and Judah that was far more primal than most men he receives. Maybe being in that machine gave them edge?
"Hey lad, have you ever taken three men before?" asked William.
"I don't...recall but I'd...like..to try!" exclaimed James. The brown haired man smiled.
"Well let us be your first!" said William as he stuffed his 10 inch cock inside of him. His hole was now stretched to capacity and it still occurred to him that Moses could make him feel better than any man. William, Francis and Judah all gave their best thrusts and finishing off their subjugation of the journalist, Henry stuffed his cock in his mouth.
"Amazing. He's taking four men like it's nothing. He's definitely not like the others." said Caleb.
"Yes, he is. I can't wait to take the boy. Oh well. On your knees." said David. Caleb did as instructed and Bushnell thrusted into him. While still inside of him, David crawled over to his friends. "Henry, back off a bit." James could already sense what the captain wanted to do. He took Caleb for a rough make out session. Henry did the same to David. Soon after Francis was ordered to come bang the captain while Judah banged Henry, leaving William alone to take James. Balls slapping against skins and moans could be heard as the decibels carried them. It was highly likely that a few men in the woods were masturbating to the sound. Certainly many a British solder was as well. When they're not 'coaxing' information from men that is. The men switched places with Judah banging Caleb and Henry taking James. The journalist braced himself for the unending onslaught of thrusts and grunts. Henry was definitely one of the roughest men for sure. The darker blonde even took him in the piledriver position. James had actually prayed for the British soldiers' safety if they ever caught Henry.
"So boy, Do you like getting taken like this?!" asked Henry.
"Yes! YES! I DO!" James yelled.
"YES! AM I THE BEST MAN YOU'VE HAD?!" asked the rouser again.
"YES!" James lied. He wasn't the best overall but he certainly was the most ambitious.
"Ok Henry we don't want to tire this lad out indefinitely. My turn." said David. Henry got off of him. "I say, James you've only cum three times and still are going. You're lasted longer than any man we've taken." Bushnell thrusted his cock into his well filled hole, taking him doggy style. Caleb was resting with Francis and Judah.
"When will I take my first man?" asked Caleb.
"Don't worry, lad. You will. If we ever catch a British soldier, we'll let you be the one to 'interrogate' him." said Francis massaging his dick. David put his fingers in James' mouth and he relentlessly pounded into him. He had also jerked him off. James and Bushnell continued their lewd acts for well over two and a half hour, doing it missionary, piledriver, and even scissoring but the pressure in both men's balls told them that these times were ending.
"James, I'm gonna-"
"Don't say anything else, sir! Cum inside of him!" he screamed. Like the other men, David pounded mercilessly and unleashed his seed inside of him. Once he was emptied, David pulled out and he and James collapsed, panting and sweating.
"Lad, that...was...by far the best time me and my mates have had!" he told him.
"Thanks, I do my best." James said.
"Any man would be lucky to have you in his bed." said Caleb.
"That is very true, sergeant." said David.
"Well, I have a man named Moses for much of my training." said James.
"Moses? I've met him before. Definitely one man I highly recommend!" said Judah.
"When where you in Philadelphia?" asked James.
"About a month ago, getting supplies for the Turtle." Judah told him.
"Amazing. So will the Turtle work against the British?" asked James.
"I hope it will. I wish we had more time for training and tests." said Bushnell.
"There's another problem, I fear." said a voice. A boat came up among them. It wasn't exactly uncommon for the British to find men post sex so James, Bushnell and the others prepared for anything. Fortunately for them, it was a patriot envoy and not just any patriot. It was General Israel Putnam. The came onto shore where the crew smiled graciously.
"Ahhh you gentlemen decided to have fun without us?"
"Well if we knew you were coming, you'd know we would've happily waited for your crew, sir." said Bushnell.
"Ahh well there's that. But most importantly, the Redcoats captured the tow boat. They took the crew." said Putnam.
"I don't think they'll talk. At least not right away." said Bushnell.
"You know the Redcoats are going to use the most efficient method, David." said Francis.
"Let me guess, their bodies?" asked James.
"Yes, lad. They even have interrogation specialists just for that very thing." said Henry.
"Well that's not surprising. The Redcoats will use anything to advance in this war." said James. Putnam had seen James.
"It's all right. General Putnam, he works for Benjamin Franklin. He has two associates, a young boy and girl, are safe in the cabin." said Bushnell.
"Ahh yes I believe I met you. A fine short Bunker Hill in Boston, ehh lad?" asked Putnam.
"Yes sir." James said.
"Well, news travels fast around the troops and I heard that you can take 20 men without cumming." said Putnam. The Turtle crew's eyes widened.
"Is this true?" asked William.
"Yes it is. I've also taken the Ethan Allen and George Washington." James bragged.
"Ethan Allen? I think every man in the colonies has him on their to-do list! And this firefly right here has taken him? We really lucked have we, boys?" asked Caleb.
"Yes, sergeant Lee. We have." said David.
"Well then, I think we can let the young lad in on our plan but..."
"But what?" asked James.
"If what you say is true, then how's about you take the men with me without cumming." said Putnam. The Turtle crew's eyes widened. James look at the very excited lot and smiled.
"I'd be happy too, general." he said.
"You've taken all of us and you want to take five more men?" asked David. "You must have a stamina made of the hardest mountain, lad." James gave him a smile.
"This will be a good show, sir." said Judah.
"Yes, it will." said Bushnell. The men with Putnam quickly undress. James saw they all had the same body type: well fit and muscled with very visible abs and pecs. It was very unusual to see five men at the same time to be so similarly build yet James decided to roll with it. He also saw they had the same sized cock: 10.5 inches. Did Putnam had a physical test or something?
"Charles, Levi, have at him." said one of the man.
"Yes Captain Malcolm!" they said in unison.
"Captain Malcolm?" asked James.
"Captain Malcolm McDowell. One of the finest soldiers in the army." said Levi.
"And in the sheets. He's taken thousands of men." said Charles as he kissed him. Levi grabbed his still hard cock and took it in one gulp. He also fingered him and felt the leftover cum.
"Mmmm Remember, Myles. Take his feet." said Malcolm.
"Yes sir!" they said. Myles took his left foot while Remember took the right foot.
"Azariah, finish the job." said Malcolm. Azariah did as told and kissed his sides.
"Hey, Levi let me have a taste." said Myles. Levi stopped sucking so his friend could get some. Charles let Levi have at his slips while his took his fingers. Myles sucked on him harder and harder and fondled his balls. Myles was well known amognst his friends and fellow soldiers for an incredible mouth that can make any man cum in seconds. And here was James taking him like nothing.
"Well I'll be. The lad was telling the truth after all!" said General Putnam. "Oh if only I was a young man again..."
"Don't worry, sir. He'll shoot like a volcano after I'm done!" said Malcolm. "Remember, come take this boy with me." Azariah, Myles, Charles, and Levi made room so their two superiors could have their fun by themselves. Malcolm grabbed his and Remember's cocks and inserted them into his hole. Remember was on top while Malcolm was on the bottom. James' moaning mouth became another plug for Azariah as he stuffed his cock inside of his mouth. Not willing to wait, Myles and Charles had kissed each other while Levi sucked on Charles' cock. The other men James had left in stupor regained their stamina and jerked off to the show.
"Now this is what I call an incubus, sir." said Caleb.
"Indeed, sergeant." said David. Francis sucked him off. It was about 30 minutes before Remember and Malcolm started fucking James and the pressure in their balls unleashed into a white symphony of smacks. Yet James remained firm.
"Well I say, boy. You can really take-Levi, Charles get over here and make this man cum!" said Malcolm. They did as told and banged him while cum was still in his hole. For what seemed like an hour, the six men with General Putnam gave it their all to make James ejaculate but they seemed to fail at every try. And they knew they couldn't continue for much longer as their balls were drained. Azariah gave one last thrust but to no avail. He came for the third time and he collapsed on the ground with the rest of the tired men. Panting and sweating abound as James himself joined them. He was exhausted but at least he could hold off doing what he said he'd do. He thanks Moses for prepping him in the world of men's vices.
"Ok...general...I..did...my part! Now how's about you?" asked James.
"My my my boy, you certainly proved me right. I praise tyour abilities with men." said Putnam.
"Thank you, sir." said James.
"Hey, not that this has been fun but what about the girl and the boy?" asked Caleb. "They should be waking up by now."
"Quite right, Lee. All right, gentlemen get dressed. Francis, Judah, retrieve them. And hurry!" said Bushnell. The two did as commanded. Fortunately the wind blew the smell of man-on-man away and the tides washed away the last of the semen. Francis and Judah returned with Sarah and Henri mere minutes as they were about to regain consciousness.
"Ok general quick. What is this plan?" asked James.
"Well we are going to use Bushnell's invention to launch an attack on the Redcoats. We must strike soon. When can you attack, captain?" asked Putnam.
"We need a calm sea and a weak ebb tide say...the night after next. But we'll need another boat to tow the Turtle in to range." said Bushnell.
"Maybe I can help. Let me and my friends do it!" said James.
"Three youths in the middle of that armada. It's dangerous!" said Bushnell.
"We've been in dangerous spots before, sir. We know how to avoid trouble." said James.
"Three youths one of them a girl?" asked Putnam. "They would be ignored as harmless."
"Besides, I'd only be towing, not actually attacking and if we're going to report this story, we have to be on the water." said James.
"And if you do happened to get caught by the British..." said Malcolm.
"Then I'll just convince them...the old fashioned way." James said suggestively.
"Ahh yes that way. What do you have in mind, son?" asked Putnam. Just then, Sarah and Henri woke up and rubbing their eyes.
"What happened-Huhh hey I think I know you!" said Henri.
"Who is he?" asked Sarah.
"General Cutham?" asked Henri.
"Putnam, lad." said the general.
"Ohh." said Henri.
"We'll leave you three to catch up. Come on, men!" said Putnam. He and the other 12 men had left the trio.
"Sarah, could you please make a sketch of the Turtle for the paper?" asked James. He grabbed Henri as he followed her. "Listen, we can't let Sarah know this. She'd object. We're supposed to be journalists, not soldiers. We're not suppose to be part of the action."
"You do not trust her?" asked Henri.
"Sure I trust her but she is British." said James.
"I think we should tell her!" said Henri.
"Look we'll fill her in later but right now just tell her we're-" Hours later, James, Sarah and Henri were roaring in a British blockade.
"Observing the British fleet. But why at night?" asked Sarah.
"We're letting them get use to us so they'll ignore us when the Turtle goes on its mission. Here!" said James as he handed Henri a fishing lure.
"What is going on with you two? Wait!" she said. Just then, a British envoy rowed in their direction.
"There!" said a young captain.
"They've seen us! What do we do?" asked Sarah.
"Fish!" said James.
"Ehh two. I'm coming abroad!" said the captain. "What are you doing out here?"
"We are planning to attack and stick you with fish hooks!" said Henri. The captain hmphed at him. He then grabbed Sarah's book.
"What's this then?" asked the captain.
"They are notes for writing my mother and my adventures in the colonies." said Sarah.
"Your mother takes a keen interest in military affairs." said the captain.
"There's nothing seditious about an intelligent woman wanting to keep well-informed!" she said to him.
"That's for Black Dick to decide. Bosin, pass the tow line!" said the captain.
"Black Dick?" asked Henri.
"That's what the sailors call Admiral Howe. Give us Black Dick and we fear nothing!" said Sarah.
"But why do they call him Black Dick?" asked Henri.
"Perhaps he has a dark temperament." said Sarah.
"We're going to find out. They're taking us abroad the Eagle!" said James. Of course James knew why they really called him Black Dick. He hadn't perfected it yet but he could sense the thoughts of other men nearby. He could tell that Admiral Howe was well known for his deviant acts towards men, especially his soldiers. He could also tell that Sarah and Henri will be locked up but safe while he will be nothing more than a fucktoy for this horny group of sailors. He could sense that that was the young captain's intentions. Also despite the captain's young age, he's already had dozens of men. They arrived at the Eagle's landing ladder and they were 'escorted' on board. An older soldier appeared before them.
"The Admiral's compliments. You are to escort the prisoners to their cabins!"
"Very good, sir! Carruthers, take this boy and the lady to their quarters." said the captain. Carruthers gathered the two and hurried them off. Once they were out of earshot, the captain turned to James and smiled at him. "Admiral Howe has special plans for the men. What do you think, Billingsley?"
"Hmmmm not too bad. In fact, better than most of the men we see. I can tell the admiral going to have lots of fun." said Billingsley. The captain grabbed James' cock.
"Remember you little swain, before you get to be with the Admiral, you have to make me hot. I have to make sure that Howe is dealing with the finest quality men. He's not some simple blacksmith!" said the captain. "Walk." James did as commanded. As he walked, he noticed several male prisoners who looked like they've just got through 'servicing' the crew. They all peered at him with approving looks.
"Looks like this one will be a right sure time for the admiral, won't he." said a random man cracking his bread. A few minutes later and the captain and James arrived at Howe's office. The captain greeted Howe and another man with a salute.
"Yes what is it, Hardwick?" asked a tall stunning man.
"Admiral Howe, This man and his associates claim that they were night fishing, sir. I also found this. His friend is a girl who said they were notes for writing her mother." said Hardwick.
"I trust there's a good explanation for plying restricted waters in the middle of the night." said Howe as he read Sarah's book.
"Like I said, me and my friends where night fishing, sir." said James.
"Indeed, well you've hooked some trouble, young man." said Howe.
"Well I'm a journalist who works for Benjamin Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette." said James.
"Benjamin Franklin?" asked Howe.
"Yes sir, my friend is British and her mother sent her to stay with him while she's in London. He's taught us very well in the art of journalism." said James.
"And how is my dear friend, Dr. Franklin?" asked Howe.
"He is very well. Thank you." said James.
"I can't believe that the great Benjamin Franklin would send a young swain such as yourself out tonight." said the older man next to him.
"Yes it is strange, Captain Smith." said Howe as he kept reading.
"Dr. Franklin knows nothing of this visit, sir. It was me and my associates that attempted this." James said.
"Well, then dear boy, you and your friends should know better than to row in armada but seeing as your only harmless journalists for the great Dr. Franklin and not soldiers, I suppose I'll let it go this time. But in order to make this deal permanent, you know what every man has to do, right?" asked
"Yes of course. But can I ask you something?" asked James.
"Yes what it is?" asked Howe.
"Why do they call you Black Dick?" asked James. Hardwick, Smith, and Howe both smiled egregiously.
"Well due to my complexion." he said. James did noticed he was quite tanner than the average British man. "But also..." Howe removed his breeches and his huge soft meat came unloose. James' eyes widened. Not only was it long and thick but it was even darker than his own body. In fact it looked to be almost as dark as a black man's. "Surprised? Every man who sees it is."
"Well...I mean...it's almost as dark as my friend Moses who is a free man." said James.
"Ahh yes the number of African men I take do say it's nearly the same complexion." said Howe.
"Well, I think I'll be leaving you gentlemen. Better go check on this lad's subordinates." said Smith. He closed the door behind him.
"Now that that's on gone, how's about we get started, boys?" asked Howe. James and Hardwick shook their heads and immediately took off their clothes and the admiral did the same. James was impressed by his very muscular physique. It was almost on the same level as Ethan. Hardwick was a little bit scrawnier than James but was still lithe. "Nice. Hardwick, you know what to do."
"Yes sir." said Hardwick. He grabbed James for a kiss and held him tight. He grabbed his hardening cock and jerked him off. James moaned louder and fingered his ass. The two younger males broke for air. "Wow. You're much better than I thought."
"That was nothing." said James. He took Hardwick again and swirled his tongue in his mouth. James then pushed him down and continue to kiss him. He planted kisses on his skin and took his 7 inch cock in his mouth. Hardwick moaned loudly and grabbed his hair. James fingered his ass again. Meanwhile, Howe was jerking his large cock off to the show. He send James mental messages.
'Keep at it, lad. I've never seen a man make Hardwick this good so quickly before.'
'You can count on it, sir'
'Ahh you've had Ethan Allen before? He was a fine one. And the only one to ever take me.' James continued sucking. He sucked so much that the younger man came in his mouth.
"Mmmm good. Now get me off." he said. Hardwick was amazed at the thickness but he quickly slammed his mouth on his dick. He grabbed his balls and starting sucking. Having Howe's huge phallus means he can take any man no problem but there was something about James in his mind. Maybe his experience or prowess or his ability to instantly know a man's skills in the sheets but whatever it is, he was definitely proven himself to be different from any other man. As Hardwick continued, James actually used his body to further himself down the younger man's throat. It's almost as he's in control. James then came inside of his mouth to which Hardwick swallowed it all and pushed himself off of his cock.
"Amazing!" he said panting a little. "I was so wrong about you, swain."
"Yes indeed. Now lad, come service me." said Hardwick. James rushed over and saw his colossal pole standing tall, proud, and thick. His head gave it the perfect finish. By his estimates, it was 16 inches in length. It was truly one of the most magnificent cocks he's ever seen. His hands grabbed it, barely circumferencing the girth. He opened his mouth to its widest extent and started to swallow. In no time at all, the entirety of Howe's cock was inside of his mouth. "My word, lad! You're the first man to take my entire cock after Mr. Allen!" Hardwick was especially shocked. Never before he had seen such an act. He had always thought the admiral was simply too big for any man to take all the way. James thought if his fellow colonists couldn't beat them on the battlefield, then in the bed is the next best thing. He went up and down and fondled his huge ballsac. Howe moaned as the journalist quicken his pace.
"Mmmmm well looks like this one would be a fine addition to our 'staff'" Hardwick said softly. He felt a bit jealous due to this unknown boy taking the admiral easily like fallen raindrops. He's been with Howe for nearly his whole life. Howe taught him how to read, write, to man a ship and to command a crew. He even introduce him to the world of 'secrets between men'. And here was this little bitch to act like he's a king of sex. If he had a whip, he would definitely be using it right now. James sucked harder and used his hands to feel his abs and pecs.
"Ahhhh that's it! Hardwick, come over here." said Howe. The smaller man obeyed. "Suck my body." Hardwick didn't need to be told twice. It was his second favorite activity with the admiral next to eating his cock. His tongue was the best to Howe. With James giving him the best blowjob of his life and his protege licking him, he came. It was large torrents that filled up James' mouth quickly. He swallowed it all and let it freely erupt. Cum was been splattered everywhere and Hardwick opened his mouth to get a taste. James had taste hundreds of men but Howe's was the sweetest. It was almost like honey. A minute later and Howe's ejaculation finally stopped. And his cock remained stiff and strong as ever.
"That was very delicious, sir!" said James.
"Ahhh it's not like every man tells me that, dear colonial. Now let's finish our deal. Hardwick, I'll call you when I need you." said Howe. Hardwick begrudgingly obeyed and stayed out of their way. "Hop on." James did as told and winced a little. He's had so many huge ones, so Howe's wasn't that different. However, he could tell that the admiral had a trick up his sleeve. Howe didn't start at a gentle breeze but at a brutal and rough pace. The older man could tell James was used to this treatment. James entered the Nirvana again but this time he felt like he was under the sea. Yet somehow he was breathing normally. Howe was pounding into him doggy style. James saw schools of fish, eels, jellyfish, and sponges. It seemed like whenever he enters this plane, the laws of physics in the real world don't apply.
'This place-Is-soo'
'Serene? Yes I hear that often and again. Now boy, do you really want to know why I'm called Black Dick'?
'I thought you were'
'No that's just a bonus. Cleanse your mind and float' James did as told. Soon afterwards, he and the admiral were in outer space (something not very well understood in the 18th century). It was dark, starry, and black. And the admiral fucked James while standing.
'So this is why you're called Black Dick'
'Yes lad this is why.'
'I'm curious? How many men have you had?'
'If I could give a rough estimate, I'd say around 20,000. Remember the large gathering of French, British, and Indians in Hartford, Connecticut?'
'Wait a minute? That was you? You took 400 men in one sitting?'
'That I do, my good man. Just like I'm taking you!' Howe bucked harder and kissed his lips. Back in the real world, Howe was banging James missionary style. Hardwick jerked off to the show, wishing with every fiber in his being that he was this blonde journalist right now but he'll probably get it tomorrow. A hour and a half had passed and James was nearing his climax. Howe had the ability to make a man orgasm much faster than he usually does. It wasn't new but what was about to come was. Howe grabbed James and thrusted into him so hard that his vision turned black. That when the admiral unleashed his gallons of semen inside of the younger man. Apparently, Howe could also sense when a man was about to cum. The admiral emptied the last of his reserves and kept himself lodged inside of James so it'd dissipate. James thought his orgasmic bliss was over but no he was still seeing black. It was like his entire body and soul was being taken over by Howe. A kiss of his cheek brought him back to reality. Once the cum was thoroughly absorbed in his body, the admiral pulled out of him. James was sweating and panting with Howe strangely regaining his stamina in no time at all.
"Soo...how...was..I?" asked James.
"Marvelous, lad. By far one of the best men I've ever had but I'm sure every man tells you that." said Howe. James smiled as he knew the admiral was telling the truth.
"So will you let my friends go now?" asked James.
"Oh of course, son. We make it one of our central policies to make sure no harm comes to women and children. They will be released shortly." said Howe.
"Well then I best be going to get them then." said James as he put back on his clothes.
"Yes. You should." said Hardwick with a slight annoyance. James gave him a smart aleck look and gave him signals saying that: 'You could never please the admiral like I can'. Hardwick gave him a deep glare as he walked out.
"I really hate lying, especially to Sarah but we have to do whatever it takes to make sure freedom rings. Otherwise, the document those brave men signed will be all for nothing!" James said quietly.
END OF CHAPTER XIII