1. Pirate Erotica


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: buggiebug10, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    myself it is just a quirk of nature that men are by design sensitive to each other’s feelings. I am not like Tom. I am not a lover of men. But his hands continue to caress me. He lubricates me somehow, and then he sticks his filthy member inside my ass. I close my eyes tighter, but I cannot make it go away. He is there inside me. I look forward to forgetting this, though I know I never will. But perhaps I’ll live. And after a few minutes of pumping inside me, he finishes his contortion. I feel relieved that it is over, as I’m sure you can imagine. “Aye,” that’s a good lass, he says to me. “Thou art very receptive, and that is good for thee.” “You promised to help me,” I said. “I will plead thy case to the captain, eventually, but you must please me better than that next time,” Tom tells me. I have to submit to being pawed by him, over and again. Oh outrage of outrages. It is like being m*****ed by a smelly dog. My pride and honor roar against the injustice. But what choice is there? I must do it to escape the slave market. After a handful of these episodes, Tom grows bolder. I am getting used to the ordeal. But this time he insists I suck on his cock. It is, fortunately, a small thing, curved a bit, and I f***e myself to suck it, though his smell is rich, and I have to stop myself from gagging. “Nay, lass, that’s na the way to do it,” he says. “Turn over.” And so he spits on my bottom and thrust himself inside. He finishes at length. He makes me clean his cock with my mouth. ...
    I only undertake this with the greatest reluctance. “You’ll soon get used to it,” he says. “It’s yer lot.” I shake my head, devastated. I spit the dregs of him out. Then I look into those wild eyes of his, wondering what if anything the captain will say, if he finds out this is happening. I decide right there and then that I will not give in to Tom again without reason. I am finished giving him access to my body without recompense. Out of my ass I can feel his wetness, and I can taste his salty taste as well. I feel filthier than I’ve ever felt before, but there is no way to clean in this jail cell, so I just have to live with it. But I press him to talk to the captain. I tell him of my resolve, to no longer satisfy him if he doensn’t, and he promises to oblige me this time. “What did the captain say,” I asked, when Tom comes back the next day. “He says that you can join us, if you have fighting in ye. But you’ll have to prove yourself a-rassling. We can’t have no sissies in the crew.” If I can prove myself, then they’ll let me become a pirate. No doubt an opportunity to escape will soon arise, and I’ll be able to get away from this cursed bunch. But the ship hits foul weather. For a few days I endure stormy seas. Tom is elsewhere occupied. I miss meals. I weaken and begin to despair. When Tom finally comes, it’s been more than a day since I’ve seen him. I beg him to give me food, so that I can be strong enough to fight. And this is when he sees his advantage. Now he makes me ...
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