Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination and not real life. I beg your pardon if there are historical inaccuracies. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys, and in later chapters, activity between men and boys. If material of this kind might offend you then please stop reading. To all others, enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Tortuga Gold - 12 t/t/t
Tom managed to sit up when Chandler returned with a few scraps of food and a cup of water.
"So what happened after I got knocked out?" Tom asked as he took a few small bites.
"Right after the fight, we carried the wounded down here," Chandler looked around the crew area, where a large number of men were crammed into the small space. "The dead we laid out topside."
Chandler recalled the sad sight of so many dead. He'd stood next to Tug on deck and had asked him if it was usually this bad.
"No, this is the worst I've ever seen," he'd said quietly.
Tug had seemed especially shaken when the captain had walked down the row of bodies. Tug's friend George had fallen from the rigging during the battle. He was lying at the very end.
Chandler shook the image out of his mind and returned to his conversation with Tom. "The sail maker sewed the dead in canvas. The Captain said a few words and then..."
"They went over the side," Tom whispered.
Chandler nodded. "They rang the ship's bell for each one," Chandler's voice faded.
It was quiet a moment.
"And how's the ship?" Tom asked.
"All hands pitched in to make repairs. We had a couple of big holes on the gun deck, damage to mast and rigging."
"What did they have for you to do?"
Chandler smiled, "Carpenter's helper. I fetched and carried stuff so the carpenter could make repairs."
"So you're no longer the cook's boy?" Tom snickered.
"Hasn't been much time to sort everything out, but I think Thatcher will be wanting Stevens in the galley. I wouldn't mind learning a trade other than cooking."
"What's the Captain think of that?" Tom chuckled.
"Like I said, there hasn't been much time to sort it all out!"
"And our prize?"
"Captain called a meeting and told us he thinks the prize ships will head to the closest safe port now that they've lost their escort. The Soledad is chasing them and we're setting a course to be in a position to cut them off."
"If we have enough speed," Tom sighed. He winced and reached for his side, "Damn, this hurts."
Tom slowly pulled his shirt up revealing a blood soaked bandage wrapped around his chest. The wound was on his left side. He carefully pulled the cloth back to look.
Chandler winced at seeing the nasty ragged gash again. "Thatcher said a sharp wood splinter went right through you. But it didn't hit anything."
"Will it fester?"
"Thatcher said it might." Chandler gave Tom a worried look. "But he cleaned it pretty good and he says he thinks that helps."
"I've seen wounded men take a fever and die," Tom closed his eyes and laid his head back against the bulkhead.
Chandler settled in closer. "Thatcher will know what to do," he offered. He said it softly, almost like a prayer.
At Chandler's urging, the ship's boys took turns watching over Tom. If one had duties he saw to it that another took over. The crew's quarters grew more foul as the days went by.
"Smells like death," Chandler whispered to Thatcher as they went from man to man feeding and giving drink to those who were able to accept it.
"If the limb dies," Thatcher glanced at a man whose leg was turning a sickly grey, "they take it off."
Chandler struggled to keep his lunch down.
As Tom had warned; two days after waking he had come down with a fever. Thatcher cleaned and dressed his wound every day, but the ugly gash only seemed to grow worse.
"Is there anything else we can do?" Chandler asked Thatcher as he wiped at Tom's brow with a wet cloth.
"He's young, and strong. We just have to wait and see."
"Aye, to the gallants," Tom mumbled and his legs moved. He was becoming more agitated and his words more confused. He tossed and turned in jerky movements. Several times he yelled in panic and tried to sit up, but Chandler was there to ease him back down.
"It's all right, you're safe," Chandler whispered as he held Tom in his arms and rocked him softly. He looked down at the strong youth that only a few days before had boldly climbed into the rigging, pistols in his belt. Now the same boy was frail and weak.
Chandler was thankful several of the boys had agreed to take on extra duties so he could stay with his friend. He couldn't help thinking it was as if Tom was once again in a fight, only this time for his very life.
Chandler wrung out a cloth in a bucket of fresh sea water and applied the cool compress to Tom's forehead. "Don't leave me, please?" Chandler begged, as the tears fell.
Forty eight hours later, Tom slowly opened his eyes.
Chandler was wiping his face clean when Tom stirred.
"I thought you were going to get me some food?" Tom moaned.
Chandler gave him a wide smile. "That was almost three days ago."
"Did I fall asleep again?"
"Yeah," Chandler whispered, "But don't worry about it. You'll be fine now." The fever had broken.
Several more days went by and Chandler nursed Tom back to the point that he was getting up and walking around. Once each day Chandler even managed to get him topside; he thought the fresh air and sunshine might do him some good.
"I need the head," Tom blushed as Chandler supported him during a walk around the rail of the weather deck.
Chandler helped him forward.
Tom paused when they got to where they were going. He looked at Chandler. "I don't remember coming up here since the fight," he gave his friend a puzzled look.
"You didn't. I've been wiping your ass all week," Chandler said softly with a hint of a smile, "so I'm glad you're going to do it yourself for a change."
Tom's face grew red. "You've been wiping my ass?"
"And cleaning up your pee," Chandler chuckled. He undid Tom's pants and they fell to the deck. "So sit down and do your business."
Tom seemed incredibly embarrassed.
Chandler wrapped his arms around his friend and gave him a brief hug and then whispered, "I'd do anything for you."
As Chandler stepped back, Tom staggered, a little off balance.
"Sit, before you fall down!" Chandler ordered playfully.
Tom sat and gave Chandler a smile. Looking down, Tom reached between his legs and gave his dick a grope. "Did you do anything else for me when I was out?"
Chandler grinned, laughed, and turned his back.
Tom had once told Chandler piracy was a combination of toughness, decisive action, and luck. In this case it was probably more luck than anything else that put the Tortuga in the right place at the right time to intercept the prize ships.
The sails had been spotted at the break of day. Soledad was chasing the two unfortunate treasure ships much like a dog might herd sheep. Tortuga was in the perfect spot to ambush them. Faced with Tortuga's long guns, Soledad's speed, and the inability to outrun or outgun their attackers, the treasure ships lowered sail and surrendered.
Tom and Chandler joined most of the crew on deck as they cheered. Cannon were fired in celebration along with dozens of pistols.
The Captain finally calmed the crew down and ordered the boats lowered. The work of taking inventory and arranging for pirates to crew the two ships now taken prize began.
Tug had been in the first boat with the Captain, Purser, and the Captain's hand picked escort.
"Didn't put up any fight at all," Tug grinned as he took a long pull from a jug that night.
"Was there lots of gold? Jewels?" Chandler's eyes were wide and his face showed his enthusiasm.
"Captain took one look and winked," Tug said with a wide smile.
"He actually winked?" Tom laughed.
Tug nodded. "Never saw a smile on the Captain like that!" He went on to explain how it had taken most of the day for the Purser to examine the contents of both ships and to begin the tally. "Between the selling of the ships, their cargo, and the treasure, we'll be rich!" Tug was smiling, but Chandler thought he sensed something else, sadness perhaps. The riches had come at a very high price.
Both Tom and Chandler smiled.
Captain brought three small chests of gold coins back here and put them in his cabin. There's plenty more, you can be sure of that!" Tug said smugly and took another drink.
"What's he going to do with those?" Chandler asked.
"I think he just wants to sit and stare for awhile," Tug laughed.
The drinking and celebration went on late into the night. Sadly, about a third of those wounded in the battle had died in the days since. Toasts were made to the memories of those well liked and crude remarks for the rest.
"Captain's looking for Stevens," a boy said to Tug as he sat with a few of the men.
"I'll take care of it," Tug nodded.
Tug knocked on the Captain's door, waited, and then entered when he had been given permission. The three chests of gold sat opened, and coins were scattered on the table.
"Understand you're looking for Stevens, sir!" Tug said respectfully.
"He's Captain's boy, what matter is it if I am?" The Captain replied gruffly.
"Your pardon sir," Tug struggled for the right words, "the night when Tawse had his accident, sir, well...Stevens was up to a bit of no good."
The Captain gave Tug a stern look. "I think it's time I heard the whole story, don't you?"
Tug filled the Captain in and explained what he and the others had done to protect his command.
"He should be hung," the Captain said of Stevens.
"He's just a stupid boy, if you don't mind me saying so, sir," Tug offered, "and he mended his ways."
The Captain thought a moment. "He hates galley duty. Make him Cook's Boy and let the other lads have a bit of fun with him."
"Aye," Tug replied.
"And bend him over a cannon for good measure," the Captain chuckled.
Tug smirked. "Aye, a few licks might do him some good. And who for Captain's Boy?"
The Captain's eyes twinkled. "Quan, he seems willing to please if given a chance."
"Young Chandler won't be needed in the galley, perhaps Carpenter's helper? Tug suggested, knowing Chandler had shown quite an aptitude for the task.
"Carpenter's helper it is," There was a pause. "I'd have run my blade through him," the Captain said softly, clearly thinking back to Tawse.
Tug stared his Captain in the eyes. "I've no doubt, sir. Still, he got what he deserved."
"I expect loyalty."
"That you shall have, sir," Tug said firmly.
They stared at one another a moment longer.
"A final word?" Tug asked.
"Go ahead."
"So many dead, sir," Tug said gently, "don't know if I could do it again."
The Captain nodded. The rest could be left unsaid.
"Tell Quan to bring his things, he'll be staying here."
"Aye, Captain," Tug said with a wry smile and was dismissed.
Chandler smiled when he heard Tug tell Stevens that he had been made Cook's Boy permanently. Stevens groaned and begged, but things didn't change. His attitude grew more sullen when he heard he also had a date with the gunner's daughter. The final straw was the news that he was to be that night's entertainment for the ship's boys. In the end he had found a corner and sat with his back against the bulkhead, a sad look on his face.
"Tell the powder monkeys if they want a go, Stevens is theirs for the night. Then he's Thatcher's," Tug had told Chandler right after telling him he had been officially promoted to Carpenter's helper.
"What about me and Tom?" Chandler smiled.
"Help yourself," Tug grinned.
Perhaps an hour later, Chandler watched as one of the thirteen year olds from the gun crew spoke to Stevens, who was still in the corner. Stevens' head went down, hanging even lower. He didn't argue. Chandler assumed the other boy was telling him what they had in mind for the former Captain's boy.
"Look's like Stevens doesn't like the fact that he's to be the entertainment tonight," Chandler cocked his head in Stevens' direction.
"Can you blame him?" Tom smiled. "I wish I was up to giving it to him." He sighed.
"You're not ready for that yet?" Chandler asked softly.
"My side still hurts."
"Maybe he could give you a bit of a lick."
Tom seemed to think a moment, "Might be alright. Even if I don't squirt it would be fun to see him on his knees with my knob in his mouth." Tom started to laugh but then winced again when his side hurt.
"Mind if I have a go with him?" Chandler asked softly.
"Go ahead, fuck his brains out!" Tom smiled.
Chandler grinned.
There were six boys in the sail locker when Stevens arrived. Chandler and Tom were seated on a stack of canvas. The only light was from a candle in a metal fixture attached to the foremast.
"I think Tom should go first," Chandler looked around the space. "He won't be able to stay here for long."
The other boys looked at one another and nodded their agreement.
"If I can have his ass while he's doing Tom, you guys can have him the rest of the night," Chandler offered.
Once again the others agreed.
"Okay, let's get started then." Chandler looked at Tom. "Ready to get sucked off?"
"Been saving it for a week," Tom laughed.
Stevens, to his credit, had accepted what was going to happen. He didn't put up a fuss, but quietly stripped out of his britches. He left his shirt on. "Can I keep this?" he asked, as he looked around, perhaps thinking it would be less humiliating if he wasn't totally naked.
"Fine with me, long as I can get at your bum," one of the boys chuckled.
Chandler got up and made room so that Stevens could move toward Tom.
"I already greased my hole," Stevens whispered, as he looked over his shoulder at Chandler.
"Good, I'll just add a bit of my spunk, and the rest of the lads will have it easy then," Chandler chuckled.
Stevens blushed.
With Tom sitting on the stack of sail, Stevens just had to bend at the waist and steady himself with his hands. He gave Tom's stiff dick a long look and waited.
Tom's eyes were playful as he watched the little pris. "Ready for a taste?"
Stevens nodded.
Chandler stepped out of his britches and stroked himself to his full size and strength. Putting a hand on Stevens' back he pushed lightly and bent the boy over a bit more.
"Someone want to hold his cheeks open for me?" Chandler teased.
A blond haired boy stepped over, knelt down, and pried Stevens' ass open. "Ready to load?" he chuckled.
Chandler pushed his middle finger deep into the boy's rectum and gave it a twist. "Aye, cannon ready to load," Chandler playfully repeated. He eased his hips forward, touched the head of his cock to the target and pushed it all in with one long shove.
"Loaded!" Chandler grunted with a husky voice.
Tom pulled Stevens' head down. "Now for the other end," he grunted. "Loading!"
Tom raised up, and Stevens opened his mouth as the knob pushed through his lips. The boy gagged, but then recovered.
"It's in," Tom grunted and thrust deep.
Chandler pulled back slightly, "Ramming it home," he groaned and started to fuck. He loved the feel of Stevens' girlish rear end with its soft curves and tight hole.
"Nice ass, for a little pris," he grunted as he pushed the boy's shirt up for a look. He found his pace and fucked away.
"How would you know?" Tom smiled, pushing Stevens' head back down after the boy had tried to take a break. "You're usually the one bent over!"
"I'm so far up this fucker our dicks are going to meet in the middle," Chandler laughed.
The other boys urged Tom and Chandler on. The light banter, and the sounds and smell of sex added to the fun. A few of the others had dropped their pants and were slowly getting themselves ready.
"Can I have his ass?" one of the other boys asked to no one in particular.
"I want to put it in his mouth first, and then when it's all wet I'll go around back and shove it up his hole," another boy answered.
As Chandler fucked in and out of his rear end, he was glad to see that Stevens was doing good work on Tom's dick. Rather than passively offering his open mouth, the boy held Tom's cock, licked the head, stroked, and gave as good as he was getting.
Chandler watched as the boy he was fucking used his tongue on Tom's cock.
"Dance on it," Chandler grunted and pumped hard into Stevens to add emphasis.
Stevens twisted his hips and squirmed on Chandler's dick. He lifted his head off of Tom's cock and whimpered, his voice climbing higher. He put his hands on his knees and bent over further, pushing back for more.
Chandler groaned and slammed in faster, picking up speed. "Like getting your girly hole pounded?"
Stevens grunted. The way he was whining, there was no doubt in anyone's mind he wanted every inch of Chandler's cock in his ass. "Yeah, bugger me," he whimpered as he spread his legs further apart.
"Look at him pound the little fucker!" a boy laughed.
Chandler withdrew, twisted his cock to the side, and rammed in again.
Tom pulled Stevens' head back down, but the pounding Chandler was giving him in back made things up front difficult.
"Just lick it then," Tom moaned as he wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked. "I'll shoot it on your face."
Chandler fucked the boy's ass with all his strength, catching a glance now and then of Tom's smiling face. He looked down and watched as his cock split the tiny cheeks of the effeminate boy. He loved the way Stevens squeaked when he got deep enough that his pubes rubbed against the boy's bum.
When the end came, both Chandler and Tom unloaded at nearly the same time. As Chandler felt five hard squirts of hot juice exit the end of his cock, Tom was doing the same.
Chandler watched as Tom jerked himself, closed his eyes, and spewed four long strings of white goo across the boy's face. Moments later the stream had turned to just a few drops.
"Now suck it," Tom grunted.
Stevens lowered his head and sucked hard and long. He used his tongue to wipe up every drop he could find, and swallowed it all. Tom's shaft glistened with spit.
"Really gave you an ass full," Chandler sighed. He paused, his dick still buried in the boy. He gave the stuff a couple of pushes with the head of his cock. "Best make some room for more," he chuckled.
Stevens grunted under his breath.
It was quiet for a moment.
Chandler very slowly pulled his cock back. Stevens twitched when the head tugged at his ring and then finally plopped out. A small trickle of juice leaked from the wrinkled opening.
As he stepped back, Chandler gave Stevens a soft and playful smack on the rear. "Good job, mate," he smiled.
Stevens looked back. There was still some of Tom's cum on his eyebrows. He smiled, "good job?"
Chandler nodded, "one of the best fucks I've had on board."
Stevens blushed.
The other boys laughed.
"I'm next," the thirteen year old gushed and stepped up, his slender cock hard as a rock.
A few minutes later when Chandler helped Tom out of the sail locker, he looked back at Stevens. He was on his hands and knees, a boy at each end, the thirteen year old slamming into his ass like he hadn't fucked in a month.
"He's gonna have a long night!" Chandler chuckled.
Tom glanced back. "Wanna bet he enjoys every minute?"
Chandler took one last look. "Nope, no bet!
Chandler and Tom curled up in each other's arms and prepared for sleep.
"Was he really the best fuck you've had on board?" Tom whispered.
"Best fuck, yeah, I guess so." He smiled tenderly, but "you're way better."
"What do you mean?"
"That was fucking," Chandler sighed. "When we do it, it's different."
"How?"
Chandler smiled and pulled Tom close. "Don't you know yet?"
"Yeah," a slow smile blossomed on Tom's face. "I think I do."
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