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Pirate Story
by Lianne Burwell
February 1998
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Seaman Billy Bodie was wondering why he had ever decided to go to sea. 
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but his first voyage out and 
the ship had been attacked by pirates. Now he was sitting in this damp 
room, barefoot and bound.

He probably could have gotten free of the coarse ropes that chaffed at 
his wrists, but where would he go? He didn't want to risk the penalties 
that might result from an escape attempt. Instead, he waited and worried 
about his eventual fate. He shivered, partly from the cold and partly 
from tales he had heard about how pirates treated captive sailors. He 
wondered, too, why he had been locked up separately from his mates.

The door opened, and wide blue eyes looked up in apprehension. They 
became even wider as he recognized the captain of the pirate ship.

Bodie could not deny that the man was beautiful. Tight suede breeches, 
showing a firm rear and well-muscled legs, were tucked into high boots. A 
cream silk shirt, liberally decorated with expensive lace, was open 
almost to the navel, showing a furred chest from which peeked brown 
nipples. Brown curls, highlighted with copper, were tied back with a 
velvet ribbon. Jade-green eyes sparkled appreciatively, while one corner 
of the generous mouth quirked into a half-smile. Only a damaged cheekbone 
saved the man from being *too* beautiful.

"They were right,. You *are* a pretty one."

The man strode over to stand in front of Bodie. He flinched as a hand 
reached to stroke his cheek. The hand immediately gripped his chin, and 
held his face still for examination.

"Pale skin, flawless despite the sea air. Coal-black hair. It's a crime 
that you keep it so short. And blue eyes. Yes, you'll fetch a nice sum at 
the markets." Bodie gasped in horror as he realized what the other man 
meant.

"no..." he whispered. The other man just grinned, and pulled his torn 
shirt down so that it hung from his waist and bound wrists. Hands stroked 
across his chest, and pinched at his nipples. He blushed with shame as 
they hardened at the treatment. A low chuckle rang through the small room.

"Oh yes, pretty boy. You were *made* to serve in a man's bed."

Bodie blushed brighter, and was horrified to feel a tear escape from one 
eye, to trickle down a smooth cheek. The pirate caught it on one finger, 
then lifted it to his mouth to taste.

"please, don't sell me..." He could not keep the quaver from his voice.

"Why shouldn't I? Is there someone who can ransom you?"

Bodie looked away. "no," he said in a barely audible voice. "There's no 
one to care."

"Well them pretty boy, you *will* be decorating someone's bed. The only 
question is whose, and that will be up to you." Bodie looked up and 
opened his mouth to ask what the other man meant. Before he could say 
anything, though, a tongue was thrust between his lips, and his mouth was 
thoroughly ravaged.

He pulled away, horrified. The pirate just laughed. "There are Arabs who 
will pay a pretty penny for you, boy. Of course they won't leave you with 
*this*." He reached down to squeeze Bodie's groin. "Your only hope, boy, 
is to convince me to keep you for myself." The lips were back on his.

He froze for a moment, again, still considering his options. But he knew 
there were none. His chances with this man would no doubt be better that 
at the slave markets of North Africa.

He opened his mouth and let the other man do what he wanted. After a 
brief period, the pirate pulled away with a frown. Fear coursed through 
Bodie.

"I... I've never... I don't know how..." he stammered out. The smile 
returned to the other man's face.

"A virgin? How delightful." The mouth returned, but this time it was 
gentle, coaxing a response. Tentatively, he returned the caresses of 
tongue. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on giving the other 
man what he wanted.

His eyes flew open, though, when he felt hands undoing his rough 
breeches. One hand pushed him onto his back, while the other encouraged 
him to raise his hips so that the breeches could be slipped down and off. 
Practiced hands caressed his groin, and his hips thrust up, his body's 
response shocking him.

"Oh, very nice," came the chuckle, again. "Very nice indeed." The hands 
stroked and pulled, and he could not control his movements. He whimpered, 
confused at the sensations.

"Shhh, pretty one. Don't worry. You'll enjoy this." Bodie bit his lips, 
not willing to admit that that was exactly what worried him. It shouldn't 
feel this good, should it?

He could not stifle a moan when lips fastened on his throat. They moved 
down, slowly, to tease at nipple he never knew were so sensitive. Further 
down, a tongue teased at his navel.

Then warm, moist lips fastened on his penis, and he cried out. "Oh!" 
Another of those earth chuckles came, but this time the vibrations 
against his penis made his whole body shiver in response. The mouth on 
him knew exactly what it was doing, and he quickly spilled his seed. The 
mouth returned to his, and a glob of his own seed was pushed into his 
mouth by a tongue. He swallowed it, trying to ignore the unfamiliar taste 
and texture.

"Come here. I want to see what *your* mouth can do."

Bodie let the hand pull him up so that he was sitting on the low bunk. He 
found that the height of the cot meant that when he was seated, the other 
man's groin was directly in front of his face. The pirate stood, waiting, 
hands on his hips and an expectant look on his face.

Bodie reached out with still-bound hands to undo the laces on the other 
man's breeches. He tried to keep his hands from trembling, and gasped as 
the other man's penis popped out. It was long and thick, yet still only 
half-hard.

"Well?"

He gulped, then reached out to touch the penis. He ran his fingers, 
mapping the veins, and felt the flesh twitch and harden further. He ran 
his tongue over suddenly dry lips, then leaned forward. He ran his tongue 
over the head of the shaft, tasting the salty liquid that oozed from the 
tip. Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took it in, his 
hands still holding the base.

He had only gotten halfway down the shaft, when he felt the tip hit the 
back of his throat, and he gagged. He pulled away, tears misting his 
eyes. Gentle hands stroked his face.

"Don't worry. I don't expect you to take it *all* your first time." The 
hands encouraged him to the task. He bobbed his head along the shaft, 
trying to relax his throat, and worked at duplicating what had been done 
to him. Soft moans rewarded his efforts.

Then the hands pushed him away, and he looked up in fear, wondering what 
he had done wrong. Green eyes smiled at him for a moment, then the hands 
coaxed him to turn around.

He rested his head on the cot's blanket as his hips were pulled up until 
his knees were underneath him. Twisting his head, he saw the pirate take 
a bottle of what looked to be lamp oil. A measure was poured into long 
fingers, then the man disappeared from his view.

A slick touch moved along the cleft of his ass, then a finger stabbed at 
the opening there. He tried to pull away, but he was help firmly in 
place. The finger dipped in and out, spreading the oil. He sighed in 
relief when the finger left, but then it was back with a second. The 
fingers spread, stretching the muscle. A third finger was added, making 
him whimper at the stab of pain.

Then the fingers were gone, and a hot bulk replaced them. He arched away, 
but could not escape. After a few minutes, his ass relaxed and the pain 
reduced to just a feeling of being too full. Then the pirate began to 
move. Sensitive nerve endings were rubbed against, and the friction 
caused heat to run through him. Suddenly, he realized that he was no 
longer trying to get away, but instead was thrusting back against the 
heat. He moaned, feeling his own flesh hardening again.

"Touch yourself, pretty one," came a hoarse whisper. "Make yourself come."

He reached back, supporting himself on his shoulders and cheek, and began 
to pull rhythmically at his own penis. The dual sensations quickly 
changed his moans to cries, and his seed filled his hands. He could feel 
his ass clenching around the other man's flesh. Behind him, the pirate 
thrust harder and harder, until Bodie felt a liquid burning as the other 
man's seed flooded his rear.

When his breathing had calmed, he was curled up against the other man.

"Was I... will you... keep me?" He waited anxiously for the answer.

"For now," came the sleepy murmur. "But you will have to keep convincing 
me." Bodie closed his eyes, and slipped into sleep. There were worse 
fates.

* * * * *

When Bodie woke the next morning, he was alone. A blanket covered his 
naked body. The ropes were gone from his wrists, and the abrasions had 
been treated and bandaged. He stood, and stretched, then went through the 
now-open door.

In the kitchen, Doyle greeted him with a cup of coffee.

"So, mate," he said with a smile. "Did it live up to your imagination?"

Bodie purred happily, then kissed his partner. "Absolutely perfect, 
angelfish.

"Next time, we'll do one of *your* fantasies."

THE END