A CAPTAIN’S PLEASURE:

The eighteen-year old stared at the perfection before him. The lips were moving…but he heard nothing. The hands were making gestures…and he understood nothing. He was drowning.

He had to be rescued.

Those dark eyes that could flash in fiery anger were now as calm as the ocean they were currently sailing on. The young man could only stare in hopeless want.

His captain was perfection.

His groin tightened in anticipation. His body temperature rising with each tidal wave that crashed against the sturdy sides of their ship. His mouth was dry. His head was pounding. He was now trembling and he gripped his hands tighter against the coarse ropes that he had forced himself to lean on.

He could have sworn his Captain had looked his way. He could have sworn that those dark eyes had sent him a clear message.

It was his turn tonight…and he couldn’t wait.

~*~*~*~

The tentative knock on the door interrupted the Captain’s daily log report. He rubbed his eyes warily with his hands and stretched to release the tensed up muscles. Picking up his pocket watch, he stared at the time.

The boy was here.

“Come in,” he answered, his rich baritone voice never showing the excitement he was beginning to feel. He tried to suppress his rebellious body, as his eyes traveled down the length of the young deckhand before him. They could have been twins and speculation was that they were probably related in some way. But he had done his research and quite thoroughly too. No…this boy was not related to him in any way, and by God, he was going to finally claim him.

“Step into the light, boy,” he cajoled, his eyes sparkling with growing desire.

Good. He was properly attired. He had done his homework.

The Captain watched as the darker-skinned look-alike shuffled nervously into the dimly lit room, remembering to lock the door behind him; after all, it wouldn’t do to let the other crew know.

“Turn around boy, so I can look at you properly.”

He did as he was told.

The Captain admired the way the white slacks tightened against rock-hard buttocks, the way it clearly highlighted the young man’s arousal, the way the candlelight flickered against the bronzed bare chest, highlighting the grooves and lines of a well-built torso.

“Come to me, boy,” the Captain whispered huskily, his eyes now clearly darkened with lust.

He did as he was told. He had to do as he was told. Dear gods! He had been longing for this moment. He stopped within inches of the sitting man, his breath now coming out in short pants as he drank in the sight of his long held fantasies.

“Do you find me attractive, boy?”

He could only nod in response.

“You would have to speak up or maybe we won’t do this anymore…”

A slight panic filled his being. “Yes…I do find you attractive, sir.” Yes, dear gods, I do. Take me now!

“Do you want to touch me, boy? Do you want me to touch you?”

He nodded feverishly and then replied as fast as he could. “Yes, sir. Very much, sir!”

The Captain chuckled and raised his fingers to trace the lines of the youthful face before him. He could feel the tremble from the other body, the heat and slight musky scent of his desire reaching into his nostrils and making his head swim. In a sudden move, he grabbed a hold of the lean hips before him and pressed his warm lips against the straining cloth, causing his subject to gasp out in shock. He could feel the hands sink into his spiky dark locks and he grinned ferally. Through the soft white cloth, he sucked on the hardened flesh, his hands now roaming in slow circles on smooth taut cheeks.

The boy could barely stand now, his entire being shaking with unsuppressed need. He moaned and sucked in his breath as the older man increased his sucking motions. His hands sank within the soft hair before him. He couldn’t believe it. This scene was enough to make him cum and he didn’t want to do that just yet. His own Captain. The most feared man in all of the seven seas…was giving him a blowjob…well sort of.

He was suddenly released.

The Captain grinned at his handiwork. The patch of cloth was now wet and he had felt the boy’s urge to release himself, but he had to restrain from going all out. He fully intended to enjoy this one tonight.

He pushed the boy away from him and rose to his feet. “Sit down, boy,” he commanded firmly but gently. “I want you to watch and to do nothing but watch…got it?”

“Ye…yes…sir…”

He plopped gracelessly onto an ottoman at the corner of the semi-lavish quarters. For the first time, he got a chance to really look at his surroundings. He knew that the Captain was naturally going to have better accommodations, but he hadn’t expected anything this rich. There were paintings and décor that could have rivaled any of their wealthy ship owners. Gifts and accessories from their various trips around the world littered the large enough room. The bed itself…

He could feel himself stiffen even more and he had to adjust his sitting position to make himself more comfortable.

The bed was…sinful, decadent, and lavish with silk and expensive fur, it cried out for someone…anyone to lay on it.

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir…it is…”

“Then turn your attention to me…unless you wish for me to stop…”

“No!” Came the vehement reply and this caused the older man to laugh out in amusement. He watched the red blush creep across the young face and leaning down, he grabbed the smooth chin, staring into bright eyes that burned for him.

“I will take care of you, don’t worry.”

The boy’s thought processes refused to function as he felt the warm lips slide against his mouth. He groaned as the tongue slipped into his, as he felt their tongues dance together. He could taste the wine and masculine heady flavor of his Captain and he felt like he could die and never really care. He whimpered as he was released, his eyes fluttering open weakly as he tried to get his mind back on track.

It didn’t take too long for that to happen, for the Captain had begun to strip…for him.

His eyes must have bugged out or his jaw must have dropped, for the older man was chuckling again.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, skillful hands slowly unbuttoning the white shirt and finally revealing bronzed, strong shoulders and torso that made his knees incredibly weak. He couldn’t even trust himself to speak, as those hands moved towards the sash against his waist. He was going to pass out. It was his first night with his Captain and he was going to pass out from just looking at him. How embarrassing would that be? He gripped his hands tightly and watched as the blue sash floated across the room. He was hyperventilating now, as those same hands began the torturous tease of sliding down lean hips.

Oh, god! He wears no underwear!

The Captain now stood before him in all his glory and he had to fight the insane urge to jump into his arms. Like an engine on autopilot, he stood up as the older man motioned him closer, shedding his now too constricting pants down his legs and out of the way. Now standing within inches of each other (discovering that he really was almost as tall as the other), the boy closed his eyes and waited for his lesson to begin.

The hands cupped his face and caressed each line and feature. The long digits slid into his mouth and he groaned as he dutifully covered each with his saliva. He felt the other hand roam across his neck and torso, and gratefully down to his turgid flesh. He hissed and jerked up sharply as the experienced hands stroked the warm length and he had to stifle a scream as his sac were gently rubbed and pulled. He could feel himself leak and the wet noises that it made as he was stroked continuously. He was at the breaking point now, his legs so weak that he had somehow ended up leaning against the other man. He felt those same hands release his member, causing him to whimper at the loss, and slide down to the crack between his buttocks. He bucked in slight rejection as the wet hands sort for his sphincter. The fingers prodded and searched and he felt his face heat up as one, then two, then three of them made their way into his still virgin flesh. Just when he thought that the pain was never going to stop, his eyes widened and his body responded violently to the slight brush against his…

“Oh, god…” he whispered, barely able to express the amount of pleasure that had coursed through his being. “Oh, god…what are you…what are you…?”

“Shssh…” the Captain ordered gently, his breath brushing warmly against his lips. “I told you I would take care of you.”

The young man nodded weakly and now found himself bucking wildly against his tormentor. The fingers continuing to brush and maul that same spot over and over again. He shut his eyes and bit his lip. He couldn’t come now! He didn’t want to…not yet! He tried to make the other man see. He wanted to be filled with his owner.

“Please…please…” he begged hopelessly.

“Please what?” came the taunting question. “Please, stop?”

The poor boy shook his head and raised feverish eyes to the laughing ones before him. “I need…need…” He was so hard now, it was taking all of his strength to even make a coherent sentence. “Inside…me…”

The Captain stared at the wanton look on the young man’s face, his own body already strained from having to restrain himself. With a groan of resignation, he clamped his lips over the boy’s, almost bruising in its intensity, as he released his fingers from their warm exploration. Shifting them closer to the bed, he abruptly tore his lips away and stared at the dazed and lust-filled visage before him.

“This is your first time right, boy?” he asked breathlessly, his turgid flesh already prodding gently against the now spread eagled body before him.

The boy nodded in agreement and whimpered softly as he felt the tip of the hot flesh push its way into the prepared opening. He hissed in a sharp breath and tried to stop the well of tears that threatened to spill out. He could taste the blood that had now filled his mouth from the bite he had given himself and he squeezed his eyes shut as more of the long length was thrust deeper into him.

He tossed his head back and forth trying to control the pain. He wasn’t sure he could handle this. His Captain was way too big for him. “Oh, God…please…make it…stop…”

“Soon…I assure you, my dear one…it will stop soon.”

And true to his word, the Captain stilled his thrusting motions for several seconds, waiting for his subject to adjust to the invasion. When he felt the slight bucking motions, he smiled gently and then withdrew, noticing with a growing grin that the boy looked stupefied at his actions.

“No…please…don’t…”

“You want me to continue?”

The boy could only nod, his capacity to tolerate torture at its lowest. He would have gladly killed anyone for his Captain at this moment…if just to feel that long length brush within him again.

With no warning whatsoever, the Captain violently thrust himself into the tight sheath, the accompanying cry fueling his raging lust. The feel of his hardened organ caressing the warmth of such virgin flesh caused him to close his eyes in delirium. His grunts and groans intermingled with the soft hitching sobs and whimpers beneath him made him thrust even harder and deeper. Grabbing a hold of the leaking penis before him, he stroked and pumped in rhythm to his thrusts.

The young man had never felt this much pleasure in his life and he was unable to express it in mere words. His hands dug painfully into his master’s back, his hips bucking upwards to meet each frantic thrust, his eyes squeezed shut as a whirlwind of emotions threatened to snap his sanity. He was going to die…die from orgasmic bliss and quite frankly he didn’t give a damn.

He could feel himself approach his bursting point. He snapped his eyes open, his mouth going into a soundless scream as he felt the final thrust against his heightened prostate. A hot tongue slid into his gaping mouth, and mindlessly he responded. In a weak groan that was muffled from the intense kiss he finally let go, his sticky ejaculation baptizing both sweaty bodies with its heat. Cradling his master’s head against his neck now, he moaned as he felt the slight swell within him. He could feel his master coming as well and remembering something one of the crewmates had told him, he squeezed his inner muscles around the turgid heat, smirking inwardly as the older man gasped at the sensation.

There was no doubt…he had served his master well.

He sighed blissfully as his master’s essence filled his being, unconsciously stroking the dark locks before him at the contented groan that was emitted from the skillful lips.

For a long while, they lay silently in the now darkened room, their bodies slowly calming down from the tremors of their orgasm. The young man wanted to remain this way forever, but he knew that duty called. He winced softly as he felt his master withdraw from him, feeling suddenly cold at the absence. He tried to get off the messy sheets, but was reduced to gasping in disbelief as a strong hand pulled him back down.

“Where do you think you are going?”

The boy tried to make a rational sentence at the huskily whispered words. His dark eyes drank in the lazy ebony depths that stared back at him. He blushed furiously and tried to hide his embarrassment and to his shock…another arousal.

“I thought…I thought…I was supposed to leave…”

His only reply was a slight tug, and he happily laid his head against the solid chest, idly kissing the bronzed skin in reverence.

His captain wanted him to stay and to the young deckhand…that was all that mattered.

~ The End ~