OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is, of course, FICTION, and is based on characters created by the famous 19th century author, Herman Melville. If any of you horny guys had to read "Moby Dick" in high school, I think you will find my version a BIT more entertaining.......AVAST THERE, MR. STARBUCK!!
A few days out of Nantucket, the infamous Captain Ahab ordered Mr. Starbuck to bring the young Ishmael to his quarters. While he waited for the young whaler to be brought to him, Ahab slowly massaged the growing bulge behind the fly of his black wool trousers. The timbers of the whaling schooner Pequod creaked and groaned, and the sounds of the rolling waves echoed in his ears.
A knock at his cabin door told Ahab that Mr. Starbuck had returned. Ahab told him to enter, and the bulky, stocky Mr. Starbuck came in, along with Ishmael. Yes, Ahab mused, this strappin' lad will do just fine. Ishmael was a good-looking young bloke in his early twenties, Ahab calculated, strong shoulders, broad chest, and tight grey flannel trousers that revealed a solid-looking bulge in the crotch. Ahab grinned a sly smile as he felt his thick manhood pound harder in his trousers.
Ahab told Ishmael to turn around. The young man was confused, but obeyed. Ahab's lusting eyes focused on Ishmael's buttocks, twin, round mounds of succulent flesh that taxed the seat of his britches to the limit. Oh yes, Ahab thought, this fellow would do JUST fine.........
Ahab explained to the young lad after he again faced him, that he was expected to do a man's job aboard his ship, and, as a man, he must be willing and able to submit to the desires of the Captain...OR the crew. That's when Ishmael caught Ahab massaging his bulging crotch. He then KNEW that Ahab wanted him to submit SEXUALLY. But, instead of bieng insulted or disgusted, he found the idea highly stimulating, and felt his own young slab of manhood begin to stiffen in his tight trousers.
Ahab then told Ishmael to drop his trousers and his drawers. He was then to bend over a flogging bench near Ahab's chart-strewn desk. When Ishmael's trousers and drawers were down around his boots, Ahab felt his throbbing member unleash another gob of pre-cum into his sweaty drawers. Ishmael's rump was tantalizing and lustworthy; twin mounds of well-rounded, smooth masculine flesh. As Ahab sat in his chair, he ordered Mr. Starbuck to get the leather strap he used to discipline disorderly or insubordinate crewmen. Mr. Starbuck, his tight shirt plastered to his bulging, thick-set torso obeyed. Then Ahab told the handsome young whaler that he was about to become a whaler, a TRUE whaler, a true man in every sense of the word. This was to be his initiation.
Ahab nodded to Mr. Starbuck, whose bulging, muscular, hairy arms glistening with sweat. Mr. Starbuck then pulled back his big arm, and swung the strap at Ishmael's bare, vunerable backside. The tough young man gritted his teeth as best he could; but then yelped, moaned, cussed, and whimpered as the hulking Mr. Starbuck thrashed his smooth, round backside with the strap. Again and again, the leather strap snapped and cracked against the succulent moons of Ishmael's buttocks, and soon the firm, ripe mounds of flesh were a deep, glowing red, and already hot welts had begun to appear.
Sitting at his desk, Ahab slowly stroked his trouser-bound erection as he watched the 300 pound Mr. Starbuck thrash the daylights out of Ishmael's quivering backside. By now, those quivering mounds of flesh were as hot as a frying-pan; red, blistered glowing orbs that had Mr. Starbuck now sporting a thick erection in his sweaty trousers. Though tears of pain and submission coursed down his handsome face, Ishmael's throbbing manhood was now at full mast, and was grinding against the burlap that was drapped over the flogging bench.
The erotic, sensual sounds of leather meeting flesh, mingling with Ishmael's whimpers and masculine cries, added to the aura of raw, male sexuality that prevailed in Ahab's stately quarters. Now, Ahab ordered Mr. Starbuck to stop the flogging and to sit on the edge of his desk with his trousers and drawers down.
As he obeyed the captain's orders, Ahab told Ishmael to come to him. Ahab then pointed between Mr. Starbuck's thick, sweaty, hairy legs, gesturing at the huge, thick slab of erect manhood that jutted out of the thick black jungle of hair between those massive legs. Ahab told Ishmael that he was to start sucking on Mr. Starbuck's erect shaft, until he reached his climax. Ishmael obediently leaned forward and started licking the clear, sticky fluid that oozed from the angry red head of Mr. Starbuck's pounding manhood. He found the taste both sweet and salty, and the manly aroma of Mr. Starbuck's sweaty, hairy, bulging testicles hit the young man like a thunderbolt. He opened his mouth wide, and slowly wrapped his eager young lips around the throbbing girth of Mr. Starbuck's meaty erection.
Mr. Starbuck tossed aside Ishmael's cap, and started running his thick, hairy-knuckled fingers through the young lad's thick hair.
Now, watching Ishmael's round, well-thrashed backside gyrate near his face, Ahab knew what it was time to do. He pushed his heavy wooden chair back, and then reached for a tin-covered pail at his feet. Opening the lid, Ahab scooped out a goodly amount of whale oil, and Ishmael groaned as he felt Ahab's thick, blunt fingers slipping between his tortured buttocks, slatheirng his nether opening with with the sticky, dribbling oil.
Then, still sitting in his heavy wooden chair, Ahab pulled back his wooden leg, and greased up his old peg-leg with copious amounts of whale oil. When he got it throughly lubricated, he pulled back his wooden appendage, and inserted the blunt tip between Ishmael's red, quivering mounds. Ishmael grunted at the intrusion, but his hot mouth was too full of Mr. Starbuck's pounding erection to cry out. Ahap allowed the handsome young man's rectum time to get used to this new intruder, and then slowly, Ahab pushed his leg inwards again, and more of his wooden leg disappeared between Ishmael's well-thrashed mounds.
Then, Ahab began slowly pulling his leg back and forth.....back and forth......watching his peg-leg thrust in and out of Ishmael's stretched sphincter. The wooden stump made wet, squishing sounds as it plunged in and out of Ishmael's tortured backside. Mr. Starbuck threw back his head and moaned as Ishmael's hot, moist mouth sucked on his pounding member. He bucked his thick hips upwards, forcing more and more of his hot, slick manhood into Ishmael's eager mouth.
Now Ishmael felt himself overcome by raw, masculine passions he previously thought impossible. His one hand slid up inside Mr. Starbuck's sweaty shirt, rubbing his furry, bulging midsection, and then going further up to pinch his stiff, erect nipples.
Sitting in his desk chair, Ahab pumped his leg back and forth; the sight of his wooden leg spearing the tender nether opening of this handsome young man made his own pounding manhood beg for release. So Ahab unbuttoned his trousers and reached into his sweaty drawers, hauling out his huge, drooling erection. Wrapping his thick fist around it, Ahab began to pump it up and down, slowly at first, then slowly gathering momentum.
Ishmael's prostate was throbbing like a new-fangled steam engine with every forward thrust of Ahab's slick peg-leg pumping his captive, well-punished backside. Each foward thrust of Ahab's pumping leg into his stretched sphincter sent shockwaves of raw lust coursing through his veins, and he stroked his own throbbing manhood as his mouth teased and tortured Mr. Starbuck's drooling member.
Mr. Starbuck, his bloated, hairy man-sac about to explode, throttled Ishmael's handsome head back and forth, feeling his climax near. Cursing and bellowing, Mr. Starbuck's aching erection exploded violently in Ishmael's mouth, and his hot, steamy man-seed slid down Ishmael's parched throat like a soothing nectar.
So intense was Mr. Starbuck's ejaculation, that a goodly amount dribbled out of Ishmael's mouth, dribbling down to stain his grey jersey. The sight of his wooden leg thrusting in and out of the strapping lad's succulent, red-striped backside, coupled with the animalistic sounds of Mr. Starbuck's grunts and growls, caused Ahab to reach his own peak.
His thick fist pumped his mighty erection in a blur of flesh, and, closing his eyes and growling deep in his thick throat, Ahab's iron-hard shaft began spewing hot, thick jets of sperm all over his trousers, his shirt, and his hand.
Caught in a whirling giddiness of lust and manly ecstacy, Ishmael finally reached his own peak of manly ecstacy. As he sucked the last drops of sperm from Mr. Starbuck's shaft, Ishmael stroked his own throbbing shaft, and he moaned as his own massive ejaculation erupted, all over his hand, Mr. Starbuck's hairy legs, and the floor.
Relunctantly, Ahab withdrew his whale-oil and sweat-slicked peg-leg from the depths of Ishmael's battered rump. He put his deflating erection back into his sweaty drawers and then buttoned up his sperm-splotched trousers. Ishmael pulled up his drawers and wool trousers over his sore, striped backside, and Mr. Starbuck stood up and fixed his disheveled clothing as well. The air was rich and gamy with the erotic, manly scents of sweat and sperm. For a few moments the cabin was quiet; only the sounds of the waves and the creaking of the Pequod's timbers could be heard.
Yes, Captain Ahab thought, this voyage indeed looked to be QUITE full of adventure.......and, he already knew, that he would be PERSONALLY spearing the strapping lad Ishmael......AND the beefy, hairy, manacing Mr. Starbuck as well, with his OWN fleshy "harpoon"...............................Ah, the lure of the sea.............................THE END Comments and feedbacks are always welcome!