1. Pirate Erotica


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

    gets wet. She likes it. Yes, now that it a dirty whore. A pirate’s whore. A nasty whore. Come with us, girly, the wantons all say. We’ll show you to be a pirate’s whore. And so I am passed around from pirate to pirate. Some of them handle me, kiss me and start taking liberties, grabbing, fingering. I defend myself. I am not about to let myself get ravished by the whole lot of them. Not if I can avoid it. Fortunately they are not intent on such a procedure, but they have great fun toying with me. I do a good job of protecting myself, while they make great mockery of my hypocrisy, saying I want it but play the innocent. This is the furthest thing from the truth. I don’t want to be ravished by that crowd or any other, and would rather die. But this fantasy of my desire seems to inspire them all. The women get even more lascivious, and I am spit on and cursed, and manhandled the more. And there are other outrages of which it’s too embarrassing to mention so early on in my tale. And when it is all over, I am taken back to my cell. I ask Tom what will happen to me. “You’re too girly,&#034 Tom says, &#034to become a pirate. The crew has voted your application down. You’re to be sold after all.” But to be kind he brings me meat that night from the captain’s table. And he says I shouldn’t feel bad, that it isn’t fair. That life itself isn’t fair. But I am still to be sold. These disgusting pirates. They haven’t given me a fair shake at all. I pity myself. I’m in despair. I beg Tom to ...
    help me. I don’t want to be a slave. I can’t go on. “I’m from a proud f****y,” I say. “If you take me back to England, they’ll pay you much more for me than in any slave market.” I’m not sure it’s true. My f****y have probably disowned me. “We can’t go back to England,” I’m afraid. “They’ll kill us all. No, we go to Tortuga.” And that very night he takes me, though I am sore, having been abused by the big fellow and the crowd. I beg Tom for mercy. My pride fails me. Disgrace sits heavy on me now. I notice for the first time that perhaps Tom is fond of me. Instead of taking his crude pleasure in quick pirate fashion, he kisses me tenderly, and he holds me, and strokes me, as if he feels truly sorry for me. And my pitiful little heart responds to his ministrations. My member stands in rapt attention, and noticing it there, saluting him, Tom kisses me soulfully. How great is my humiliation, that I should now respond in this shameful way to the kindness of a villain. But I kiss him back, taking a moment’s respite from the horror of my situation, basking in the kindness and tenderness. My shameful seed spills out of me. That night I can not sl**p at all. I am soon to be sold as a slave. We are only days from Tortuga. My life is utterly ruined. I long for death. I am nothing. Worthless, a sorry excuse for a human being. A man isn’t supposed to respond. And Tom’s first wetness, the wetness that comes before he overflows, has grown delicious to me. I crave his sweet-salt wetness. I ...
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