A Pirate's Plunder (M/m Rough Sex)
When lusty pirate Captain Locke captures another ship and takes on its crew for his own, he sets his sights on the new kitchen boy. Lithe and exotically handsome, it seems a waste to keep him locked away in the ship's galley. Locke's determined to have him for his own, but first he needs to teach him exactly who's in charge on his ship! More
When lusty pirate Captain Locke captures another ship and takes on its crew for his own, he sets his sights on the new kitchen boy. Lithe and exotically handsome, it seems a waste to keep him locked away in the ship's galley. Locke's determined to have him for his own, but first he needs to teach him exactly who's in charge on his ship!
Warning: This 5500+ word story contains boot licking, oral and anal sex. Adults only!
"I can't very well reach it from here, now can I? Use your head, lad," he said, impatiently.
The younger man's face darkened with annoyance, but he picked up the tray again without complaint. This time, he set it down gracefully between Locke's spread calves, so that the meat and drink could be easily reached. The back of one hand lightly brushed against the inside of the captain's leg in the process, and Locke grunted softly, before turning it into a gruff dismissal.
He waited until the lad had turned his back and was almost at the door before deliberately upsetting the tray with one booted foot. The bowl of stew managed to cling onto life for a while longer; wobbling dangerously before settling back onto the tray. The flagon of ale, however, tipped and fell, dousing Locke's boot and clattering to the floor. Locke jerked his legs back off the table and let out a stream of curses, bringing the younger man back in a rush.
"These were my good boots, ye twice damned fool!" he bellowed, mustering enough annoyance to make it sound almost true.
The younger man stared at the mess wide-eyed. "I-I'll get a rag, Captain," he managed.
"Bugger your rags!" Locke spat. "What in hell's name were you thinking, putting what can easy be spilled right between my cursed legs?"
The lad looked uncertain, almost worried for a moment. "But...but you said..."
"Bugger what I said, too. All's that matters now is that you've made a mess, and you'll damned well unmake it now before I have a new pair made from your hide," Locke grumbled. He shifted in his chair so that his boots rested on the floor, gesturing down at the right of the pair; dripping wet and covered in curds of foam. "Clean it off," he demanded.
"Use yer head, lad...and your mouth," Locke told him. "No doubt it'll do it some good to be used for summat other than smarting off. Now, lick it clean," he said firmly.
Some of the worry left the younger man's face as he pursed his lips together, and Locke would have sworn that he was trying not to smile as he sank to his knees. "Yes, Captain," he said softly.
The lad was good, Locke had to admit, crawling submissively on his hands and knees towards him. The dark tan breeches he wore clung to the firm curves of his buttocks as he moved, swaying his hips a little as he came, his lower back deliberately arching to bring that tight little ass right up into the air. Locke watched hungrily as the younger man's cheeks rolled beneath the fabric, but he hadn't forgotten the aim of this little game. It was time to put this insolent little slut in his place.