PIRATES
They had boarded us somewhere south of Madagascar. The three of us had been bundled below decks and locked in the forward cabin. Jeremy and Richard were the owners and I was bumming a lift back to the UK.
Jeremy was the first to speak. "I don't get this Dick. Usual routine would be to just throw us overboard and steal the boat." He looked at me then and said, "Of course I'm glad they didn't."
I tried to smile at his little joke but in all honesty, I was about a millimetre of terror short of pissing my pants.
I had left school after my `A' Levels and was taking a gap year before going to university. I had secured my place at Manchester to study music and maths. I know, an odd combination and that was why Manchester, it was the only uni that did that combination course. I joined the seaman's union because I was planning to go out to Australia for my gap year and just bum around. I thought I might be able to work my passage and see lots of the world on the way. The trip out had been a disaster as far as my plans went. Sure, we had visited loads of ports because it was a small cargo ship doing the Far East and Australia run calling at almost every little no name port and usually only staying long enough to unload and load cargo, and for the cook to go ashore for fresh produce. Result was I could say I'd been to all these places but I never saw any of them. It hadn't worked out in Australia any better than the trip out. I had done some bar work in Sydney and tried to get out in the country to see a bit of it. Once I was clear of the coast though there was no casual work for me and I came back to Sydney broke and disillusioned. I was mooching around Oxford Street wondering what to do when I met these two guys, they told me they were sailing their fifty foot sloop to the UK and wanted one more crew. I told them I had done a bit of sailing and that was it.
"We can't pay you anything, but we'll keep you in food and booze until we reach England."
Good enough for me, it looked like being a more interesting trip than the one coming out, and I still had more than half the year to get back, so I joined them.
We cast off one morning with Jeremy at the wheel and me on the main sail as we manoeuvred out of Sydney harbour.
"South to Bass Straight and then ever Westward."
Jeremy sounded like one of the old time explorers, like Captain Cook or Columbus, it was great.
"Ok Nick, next stop Cape Town." He grinned at me and I guess I was happier than I'd been since leaving England.
In fact we had stopped at Fremantle for a few days and been to Namchek National Park and a few other sites. We went horse racing in Perth and I thought it was great.
Jeremy and Richard were, I guessed, late 20s. They had been together since uni and made some money on the Sydney stock exchange before buying the yacht and kitting her out to sail to England. They treated me like a little brother and I was happy.
"We're planning to live on board in the pool of London and work at the London stock exchange."
I thought that all sounded so exciting. They were gay, like me, but very sporty, and I thought quite brave to set off for England in a boat only fifty foot long, but they were so confidant I went along with them.
Jeremy and Richard were allowed out of the cabin one at a time to sail the yacht, so I got to know where we were going, well, in which direction, North by West, Jeremy said.
"There are two pirates on board with automatic weapons and the pirate ship is running close behind us. It's an interesting craft Nick, looks almost like a Chinese Junk. The pirates themselves appear to be quite civilised, they haven't abused us and they aren't nasty to us. They don't speak English, but that's not to say they can't, so if you talk in front of them be careful what you say."
We discussed the craft at length. There wasn't much else to do really. We were being fed normally as well, from our own stores of course. The pirates had taken some of our fresh food but most of our stores weren't to their liking. We had about a week of this. I'm not sure of the exact amount of time because it all kind of ran together. I know I was going crazy being confined to this one place with only a small porthole to look out of, and that only showed me sea. I was almost pleased when eventually I was brought up on deck with Jeremy and Richard. The pirate captain had come on board and we were all surprised when he spoke. He was an American of Chinese origin, and he looked buffed, very slim and quite young. I guessed early 30's.
"Now listen carefully you two," addressing J&R and ignoring me, "We are going to load a cargo on your deck which you are going to deliver to the GPS co-ordinates I've programmed into your system. Then you will return to the second position, which one of my men will programme into your system after delivery of the goods. The boy will stay with us until you return."
He had barely finished talking when one of his tenders drew alongside and using a spare halyard, and our deck winches, the pirates hauled onto our deck packages that even this naive nineteen year old realised were drugs. We now realised why we had been kept alive. The pirate captain wasn't going to risk his own ship when he could use us, and worst case scenario was he would lose two men and part of his cargo. When transhipment was completed, the spare men and myself returned to the pirate ship and J&R set sail, heading for the coast that was below the horizon.
The pirate captain was quite clever I thought. Our radar reflector had been removed making our GRP yacht a difficult target to see on radar, plus the fact that we were opposite an isolated bit of coast. Very little chance of detection, but he was being careful.
When we got to the other vessel I was surprised that it all looked so neat, not like the scruffy dirty boats you saw in the movies.
I was handed over to one of the crew and the captain grinned and told him, "You can play, but I don't want him damaged."
That sounded a little ominous, what did he mean, play? My dirty little teenage mind didn't need it to be explained to me. These guys spent an awful lot of time at sea was my guess and there were no women here. My thoughts were further confirmed when, from out of the after castle two boys, a little younger than myself I guessed, appeared, both stark naked. Bum boys, I assumed. I had read about them in novels, not knowing whether it was true or not, now I did though, driven home very quickly when one of the crew grabbed one of them and started playing with him. I blushed, it was so embarrassing to me.
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The crewman took me aft and into the aft castle. It looked very spacious as we wandered along corridors and down companionways until we reached a lower cabin. The crewman then turned and looked me over before saying just one word, "Strip". I just looked at him until he snarled and said, "Now."
I only had on a T, shorts and pants so I quickly removed the T and shorts. The seaman looked me all over again, then he drew a knife and before I could move he had slashed the side of my pants and they fell to the floor.
"Next time I will use this on you sonny. When I say jump, you ask how high?"
I had heard that expression before as a joke, but this man wasn't joking.
"Put your hands behind your head, open your legs."
I felt intimidated and that feeling didn't leave me while I was on the pirate ship. It probably saved my life in the end because I never gave anyone the excuse to get mad at me.
When I calmed down I realised this guy was English and it sought of came out that way.
"You're from England."
He grinned and replied, "Yes, and if you are a good boy you might see it again."
I relaxed a little and asked him where from.
"Cambridge."
I must have been mad to have said it but it worked ok, "Oh yes, which college?"
He thought that was absolutely hilarious and just rolled up laughing. His eyes were streaming when he eventually looked up to speak to me again.
"I think I might make slow and delicious love to you tonight instead of just raping you, which was my original intention."
I could live with that. I was after all a gay man. Being made love to sounded a lot better than being raped. I looked him up and down and got cheeky again.
"Would you like to strip as well to let me see what I'm going to get."
I think I had matched his sense of humour because he did and the two of us just looked at each other front and back for a few minutes. He stroked me to an erection and then stood back.
"I like what I see kid, I'll be gentle with you."
I grinned as well and told him, "I like what I see as well, I'll try to be a good little bum boy."
He had developed a hard on as well. I thought he might test my ability to take cock in either end, he was more than adequately endowed, a good match for my own appendage.
I gulped and said, "I'll try to please you but that is awfully big."
He smirked, looked at mine and said, "Yours is awfully big as well, too big for me to risk," and then he began dressing again and took me with him when he went on deck.
The skipper looked me over and turned to my escort.
"He looks like a tasty morsel Mickey, you can have him tonight, I won't be in the mood until the yacht's back."
I liked that, I was worried about the two guys in the yacht but it looked as though I would be safe, temporarily anyway.
So, Mickey had me for the night. He was fun, and our love making was very satisfying. I would really have liked to snuggle up to him after we had finished and cleaned up again, but it was so hot a film of sweat would have separated us if we had tried. He was a little shorter than me and didn't look an awful lot older either.
"Sorry boyo, you sleep in the other bunk tonight. We might have time for some fun and games again in the morning."
I gave him a kiss, the kind you mean, he had after all been a gentle and considerate lover even if he was a pirate.
"Thanks Mickey, that was really nice."
The next morning Mickey got a class one blowjob before we joined the remainder of the crew for breakfast, minus the captain.
"If your boat doesn't get back youngster you might become a permanent bum boy on here until you are old enough to join us."
I thought about my reply and decided to be truthful.
"I like the adventure side of it Mickey and you are a really civilised bunch of pirates from what I've seen, but I would rather like to take up my university place at the beginning of the next academic year."
He laughed, and then I heard the captain who had come in and stood behind me.
"Well, you might make it boy, I can see your yacht in my binoculars, I guess they dropped their cargo without too much trouble. Sorry Mickey, tonight you transfer to the yacht ready for the next drop, and boyo here can sleep with me."
This was obviously quite normal because Mickey didn't look upset.
"Treat the boy right Skip and he'll give you a pleasant evening."
That was it, a new bed partner for me tonight. I would sooner have been with J&R heading for England, but as a second best this wasn't too bad.
I spent the day lazing around, I waved to J&R when they got close enough to see me and asked Mickey to give them a message when he transferred to them.
That night was a little different to my night with Mickey. For a start there was only one bed in the skipper's cabin, a big one. The second big difference was that the skipper was a little kinky. Funny kinky mostly, but with the potential for some pain if I wasn't the winner in his games.
The minute we got into his cabin he told me to strip. Not a problem, I was getting used to taking my kit off.
"Now undress me, and make it as erotic as you can."
The more of him I exposed the easier it was to be enthusiastic. The guy's body was incredible. I was almost drooling by the time I had him naked and erect. God, he was fabulous. He looked like a sculpture, his muscles were all beautifully shaped, abs, pecs, shoulders, arms and legs were all just about perfect. He was the exception to the rule if what I had heard about Asian men was true. He was more than adequately endowed, but I was still bigger. I was also erect just from looking at his body. He looked at me and smiled. He picked up a set of envelopes all numbered.
"I like to play games, so, take the first envelope and tell me what it says."
I opened it and my eyes nearly popped out of my head.
`The person with the largest cock will deliver one lot of sperm to each of the smallest one's orifices', was written on the paper. I sat down on the bed with a thump.
"So, you had better make yourself comfortable while I give you a blow job."
Jeez, he was good. He played with me as he blew me and I rewarded him with a huge amount of my sperm, judging by the number of jets I produced.
"Mmm, very tasty Boy. Now, while you recuperate you can do the same to me. When you are erect again, you had better open me up before you fuck me to orgasm again."
No problem, blowing him was an act of lust. His body was amazing and with a very tidy six inch cock I had no problems. Being a permanent bum boy on this ship would be no problem if it had long term benefits, which of course it didn't.
I was actually rock hard again long before I had him ready to cum.
"You can keep sucking me while you open me up and then I want you to take me doggy fashion."
I made him cum and then moved round to take his arse. It was gorgeous, slim and well muscled, but it looked like a little boy's when he was in the doggy position. There was no doubt in my mind, this pirate was the sexiest looking man I had ever been to bed with. I was able to keep going for ages before I felt my new orgasm coming. He felt my cock swelling as well because he almost yelled at me.
"Fuck me as hard as you can until you are too soft to get in."
Absolutely no problem at all. I powered into him until he screamed with pleasure. The aftermath was him propped up on one elbow looking down at me.
"Mmm, I was intending to release you after the last drop you make for me, but I wonder if I ought to keep you as my permanent bum boy."
I looked disappointed and in a soft voice told him.
"I think you are an incredibly sexy man Captain, but I would really like to go to university this coming year."
He smiled a quite disarming smile and just said, "We'll see."
He said no more for about half an hour and then started the next game. This one surprised me and disappointed me, it was a punishment session weighed very heavily against me, in other words I was the only one going to be punished.
There were ten cards turned face down on the table.
"You pick two cards, the number on the first one is the number of strokes you will receive. The second card will give you the degree of hardness, 10 is hard, 1 is soft. You put them back and draw again. First one is position for punishment determined by the numbers on my list and the second one is the implement used to punish you."
Well he was original even if I was unhappy with his game. I drew a six for the number of strokes and 4 for the degree of hardness, so I thought that wouldn't be bad. The next two I drew were the nine and ten, which equated to strung up to the deck head, I looked up and saw the hook I was going to be tied to, and the weapon was a paddle. He tied my wrists to the hook, not uncomfortable because I could reach the deck head easily. The paddle was like nothing I had seen before, the closest I could think of was the batons that marshallers used to get aircraft where they wanted when manoeuvring them on the ground.
Before he started he kicked my legs apart until I couldn't stretch anymore and still keep my feet on the ground. Even fairly soft, the six strokes stung like hell, I daren't think what hard ones would have done to me. When he finished he pulled up a chair behind me and sat down to play with my arse. Bloody amazing because he stroked it making the tingle of the paddling feel very erotic, I sprung wood again no problem. Next came some gentle fingering, again it was terrific because he found my prostate and punished it. I was soon dripping pre-cum on to the deck. The next bit wasn't quite as good, he introduced a dildo into my love chute, then another, only bigger. This went on for what seemed ages, interspersed with some incredible tongue fucking. Jesus, where did this guy get his ideas from. The last dildo he showed me. It was huge.
"If you can take all of this tonight I will promise you your freedom after the last drug drop. If you don't take it all you will stay with us for one year as our bum boy."
I was sure this one would split me even though I had taken some monsters already. I thought the thing was long enough to tickle my tonsils, but from the wrong end. I was untied from the hook and tied to the bed doggy fashion. He spread my legs as wide as they would go, lubed my arse and then presented the head of the dildo to it. I didn't think my pelvic bone would allow it to enter however relaxed I was. He increased the pressure gradually until it started to hurt, then he slapped one cheek very hard and pushed at the same time. He was in. I'm sure a baseball bat would have felt small against the monster I had inside me. He just fucked me with it, not really giving me time to adjust properly so I was always in some pain, but the further inside me it got the more turned on I became. The feeling as it slid into my large intestine was indescribable. I was so hard I hurt nearly as much in my cock as I did in my arse. When he had completed the penetration, he told me and then settled down to fuck me with long slow strokes. It was incredible and I was soon spewing cum all over his bed as I had multiple orgasms. When he eventually pulled it out, he gave me about five minutes to relax before going back in, but this time with his own cock. That really was heaven it felt like he was caressing my insides and I came again as I felt him unload inside me.
What a night of sex that was. We showered after that and he spooned me in bed giving me an amazing blowjob the next morning.
"I really ought to keep you Nick, you are the sexiest boy I've ever had. I'm just going to make sure I have you every night until this trip is finished."
Thank heavens he didn't use anything as big on me again. He told me he was amazed, I had taken a nine by fifteen dildo. I was as well.
Jeremy and Richard did seven drops at different points up the East coast and then we ran south again before I was put back on board the yacht. The most amazing thing occurred then. Mickey was in the crew that took me back across and before he left he gave me a very passionate kiss, told me I was the hottest boy he had ever fucked and was sorry he only had me the one night. Then he gave me an envelope and said, "You'll need that to restock when you get to Cape Town, and of course you won't ever mention this part of your adventure will you?"
With that he was gone and when I opened the envelope there was $1,000 in crisp new $100 bills.
"That's handy Nick, what did you have to do for that?"
I told them about my interesting nights with the captain. They were amazed but then turned my world back on to its head again.
"In that case I guess we have a sex toy for the remainder of the trip, don't you agree Dick?"
Jeremy was grinning and looking between the two I thought I might have a marvellous trip home.
You would be amazed how many different places and in how many different ways you can get screwed on a fifty-foot yacht, singly and spit roasted. It was bloody marvellous I said my farewell's reluctantly after we docked at Portsmouth Marina. I was going to take the train to my home and the boys were going to take their time sailing round to the pool of London.
"We'll let you know where we are moored, Nick and you can come up for a weekend now and then. We would love to fuck you again, and again."
We were all laughing as I stepped ashore and I turned and said, "How about next weekend."
Ok, it didn't happen for nearly a month because they took that long to wend their way round the coast.
I went off to university, but remained in touch with the boys for years. I think Richard and Jeremy supplied me with the second most exciting sex I ever had. The skipper of the pirate ship being first.
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