Preface: I've had a bunch of stories knocking around in my head for a while, and as a long-time Nifty reader, mainly of the authoritarian section, I figured it was time to give something back.
This story is set vaguely in the 1700s, but historical accuracy wasn't high on my priorities when writing it. I do have more of the story mapped out in my head, so expect further instalments when I get around to getting it down.
Disclaimer: Features BDSM between a young adult male and another adult male. This is purely fictional and not based on any specific person/people living or dead.
THE STOWAWAY Chapter 1
It must have been at least an hour since I had hidden myself away in this cramped hold. The sailor, John, had assured me that he would be back soon, and I was getting restless. I got up to stretch my legs, and tried the small door, but it seemed to be barred from the other side and wouldn't budge. The motion of the ship was getting choppier, like we were headed out into deeper water, but that couldn't be right; the voyage down the coast was only a short one.
I sat down in a huff, but the feeling nagged at me that something wasn't quite right. As the ship creaked I thought about how I had met John last night at the docks. I had been trying to sneak aboard a different ship, when John had approached me in the alleyway. He'd called me a 'pretty boy' and gave me a coin for a kiss. Having spent a lot of time on the streets I was no stranger to this kind of proposition, and by all account he was much more gentle and well-groomed than the people who usually made such offers. We got talking and I missed my chance to board the boat I had been watching, so John had kindly offered me a place to sleep for the night. How could I have resisted such an offer? We shared his bed, his warm muscular frame cradling me through the night, and when the morning arrived he offered to smuggle me aboard his ship instead.
Eventually I heard the door being unbarred and John stepped in, stooping low through the little doorway, before closing it behind him.
"John, I thought you'd forgotten about me," I said with a grin. "What's happening?"
"Quiet boy." John's demeanour had darkened. "I'll tell you what's happening. It gets lonely at sea and you said you'd be my entertainment."
"What? What do you mean 'at sea'?" I stood up and tried to push past John, reaching for the door, but the room was small and I couldn't possibly have avoid him. He grabbed hold of me easily and gripping me by my hair he pushed my face against the curved hull of the boat. It was cold from the sea beyond. He pushed my arm up into the small of my back, God he was strong, I couldn't get away!
"You said I could have some fun with you in exchange for passage on this ship, remember?" John reminded me.
"I know what I said," I spat. "John, you're hurting me!"
"From now on you call me Captain," he replied, his face so close to mine that I could smell the grog on his breath, "and you might want to keep the noise down. Young lad like you, with your blue eyes and dirty blonde hair... like I said, it gets lonely at sea, and there's fifty more men who are going to be just as bored as me. Besides, you seemed so interested when I was telling you about all the knots I knew."
I remembered. I had thought this would be a short trip when I had told John that I was up for anything. I'd played tie-up games before, how bad could it be? I bit my lip and didn't reply as John--sorry, the Captain--wound a length of rope around my wrists, tightly binding my arms behind my back.
When he was done he turned me around to face him, keeping me pushed against the hull with a firm grip on my neck.
I could barely breath, much less protest, and felt blood building up as it struggled to circulate past the Captains single-handed choke-hold.
As he held me there, the Captain's other hand wandered up my linen shirt, gently caressing my chest... then pinched my nipple viciously. As I gasped from the shock I started choking, causing involuntary tears to stream down my face. The pressure he was exerting on my neck lessened slightly, allowing me to catch a bit of air as his hand travelled downwards... and into my breeches. I tried in vain to shake my head but his grip tightened again keeping my head still as his finger wrapped around my cock and balls. My cock was already stiff as a result of the reduced air and blood flow, much to the Captain's delight. He tugged at my dick a few times.
Combined with the giddiness from the choke-hold it was like a sensory overload and I didn't know how to feel, but it felt good. I let out a loud moan.
The sound must have broke the Captain's concentration because he abruptly stopped, and then releasing both of his grips on my body he threw me roughly to the floor, and kicked me in the nuts. "You understand your situation now, boy?"
Curling up from the sudden pain, I nodded. I couldn't speak.
Using his boot, he pushed me around onto my back to face him, and knelt right on my tender balls as he leaned in to push his face right up to mine. "I didn't hear you, maggot," he hissed.
Yelping as he once again crushed my boyhood, I somehow mustered the strength to whimper a "Yes... Captain..."
He stood up and admired his prize: me.
"Do you need those boots, boy?"
I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't say anything. I tried to tug my wrists away from eachother but the knots were solid - one thing you could always count on from a seaman.
"Well are you planning to go anywhere?" he asked impatiently.
"No, Captain," I sighed. Where would I go anyway? I didn't even know where I was or how far from dry land, and what if the other crewmen where just as bad, or even worse?
"I didn't think so either. You won't be needing those boots then, will you?" He kicked at my foot to illustrate his point.
"No, Captain."
Without further delay the Captain set to work removing my footwear. They were just poorly made hand-me-down boots, scuffed and battered from years of wear, but they were the only shoes I had. One boot was off now, it was like a piece of me was being taken away. Then the other one, leaving my bare feet exposed to the air. The Captain took a deep sniff from one of them. "Nothing better than boy-sweat," he said with a grin.
"Please John, let me go," I begged him.
He glared at me as he crouched down and began tying my ankles together. "You don't get to call me that, boy. Remember?"
When my ankles where just as tight as my wrists, he stoked my calf gently, then flipped me onto my front and drew my feet towards my hands securing my limbs into a hogtie. "John, I mean Captain, wait it's too tight." My situation was becoming more hopeless by the minute.
"You're starting to piss me off. Here, let me help you keep quiet."
Something fabric, like a large handkerchief was pulled across my mouth, and pulled back. It dug into my cheeks as the Captain tied it off at the back of my head. I grunted into it in protest.
"If you're a good boy it'll come off," the Captain chuckled, "eventually."
As I lay there, useless and silent, he added extra rope around my legs to keep my knees together, and around my arms to draw my elbows uncomfortably close together, then tightened the hogtie one last time to make sure I wasn't going anywhere.
"Heh, you should see yourself, it's quite a sight." he said, clearly satisfied.
Through the corner of my eye I saw him pick up my shoes and the lantern. I whined into my gag as he headed for the door.
"Oh don't worry, I've got some work to do but I'll be back soon." He squeezed his own crotch. "We're going to have some fun together on this voyage."
And with that, he exited the hold, and plunged the room into darkness. The sound of the door being barred was his parting gift before he left me alone with the creaking sound of the wooden ship, and sandwiched between my body and the floorboards was the frustratingly unrelenting throb of my still-hard cock.
[ To be continued... ]