Chapter Ten #2
“Oh for God’s sake. The captain and I are entertaining Domingo this afternoon. However, afterwards he will be available if you’d like to invite him for a dilly-dally.”
“A dilly-dally?” Squid snorted. “What do you take me for?”
Domingo rolled his eyes.
“A damned fool at the moment,” I said. “Do I need to write a play and cast you as the romantic leads?”
“Pardon?” Squid said, pretending not to understand what I was implying.
“Never mind,” Domingo sighed. “I’ll get my pleasure where my affections are returned with grace and enthusiasm.”
“Fine then,” Squid muttered. “Good for you.”
“Thank you, Squid, my darling. The evening’s events will be very good for me, and for Dinesh and Rooster too. I’m sure you shall hear exactly how good if you remain at your post.”
Squid and I exchanged a glance.
He had surely heard more than he’d bargained for already in his position as bodyguard to two most passionate fellows. Now he’d have to listen to three of us, one of whom may or may not be a subject of romantic or physical interest to him. But I couldn’t worry about that now.
“You are a cunt!”
It was only now that I noticed that Domingo had one arm hidden behind him. And I knew that turn of phrase.
“Oh no! You cannot bring the bird with you!”
“Why ever not?”
“Because she will not shut up, and the captain expressly forbade it. Why on earth have you brought her?”
We stared at each other for a moment.
“If you let me in, I shall explain,” he said, bringing the travel cage containing his rude Myna bird forward. She bobbed up and down and whistled.
“No! Absolutely not!” Dinesh spoke from his room.
“Then I don’t join you either,” Domingo stated, his voice firm.
There was a long pause. Then finally he said, “Oh for fuck’s sake. Bring the entire crew as well, why don’t you?”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” Domingo yelled back and gave me a lovely smile. “Shall we?”
“I suppose.” I was beginning to regret my proposal.
I gave Squid a salute and ushered Domingo into our chambers, where the captain waited.
Dinesh stood by the windows, looking out onto the calm grey seas.
A light rain had begun to fall, and the ocean’s smooth surface glided smoothly along beneath the pattering droplets.
He was wearing his tan trousers with the placket in the front, and only his white shirt, unbuttoned halfway and with the sleeves rolled up, his arms crossed, as if he were contemplating the weather. His feet were bare.
He turned his head, his gaze zeroing in on Esmaralda in her cage.
“Why does the bird have to take part?” Captain Martin asked. “I’ll not be involved in bestiality, you know. I may be profane and filthy but I do have limits.”
Domingo looked horribly affronted. “How dare you suggest anything so awful! Close your ears, Esmaralda, you poor dear bird.”
Dinesh took a deep breath. “Please explain to me why you have brought the bird when she will only make inappropriate comments at the most awkward moments.”
“This bird has lived in a bordello her entire life. I’m absolutely convinced she’s suffering from not having her usual entertainment.”
“What? That’s preposterous!”
I decided to stay out of the discussion and wandered over to play with one of the miniature boats on Dinesh’s chart. But he caught sight of me.
“Don’t touch that. You will stand silent and keep your hands at your sides, Rooster.”
My cock got hard in an instant, and suddenly I didn’t give a fuck about the bird. “Aye, Captain.”
Domingo’s eyes narrowed, and he lifted the cage containing the diminutive black bird.
“Look at her. Her colour is dull, her feathers are scruffy, and her eyes are melancholy.”
“She looks the same to me.”
“I’m telling you, she’s suffering. And you are a cruel, cruel man to deny her the one thing she needs.”
“Which is—correct me if I am mistaken—to be a spectator on acts of the utmost indecency between the three of us?”
“Oh, when you put it that way, Captain,” Domingo said with a devilish smile. “I expect the observance will do her almost as much good as being a party to the experience will do me.”
They gazed at each other while I stood obediently beside the table, my hands at my sides.
“Very well, you’ve convinced me that I must tolerate her if I’m to have the privilege of your company.” The tone of his voice indicated exactly how difficult this assertion was for him to articulate.
“Thank you. I’ll just put her over here, shall I?” Domingo said, carrying the bird cage over to the dresser.
Dinesh waved his hand as if, now that he’d consented to have the bird in his chambers, he didn’t care where she might be placed.
He gave me a disappointed look, implying that the situation was entirely my fault. I raised my eyebrows and showed him my palms to express my helplessness.
“Now then,” Dinesh said in a less strained manner, “shall we have a tot of rum to smooth our way?” He nodded to a decanter on his polished dresser.
“You’ll need to do more than liquor me up to smooth your way, Captain,” Domingo murmured, walking toward Captain Martin with a sway of his hips and a saucy smile. “For I know what you have in those pretty pants.”
Dinesh smiled at Domingo and dropped his arms as Domingo came to stand before him. Domingo was wearing a cotton tunic in a charming shade of green with an embroidered V neck and a bright orange sash, over a pair of grey stovepipe trousers. He looked like a London dandy on his day off.
Dinesh chuckled, his gaze wandering over Domingo’s lips, smooth-shaved chin and neck, and the small amount of dark chest hair that peeked out the neck of the tunic.
The young man had been entirely smooth when we’d been with him at the Turnkey, as that was a preference of his clients.
He had clearly abandoned efforts to keep himself to a standard over which he had no say.
“Oh, I intend to, don’t you worry,” Dinesh said, slipping an arm about Domingo’s slim waist and pulling him close. “And I shall enjoy every moment of my conquest.”
“Mmm. Still the same cocky attitude, I see,” Domingo said, gazing at Captain Martin with a hunger that had doubtless sharpened with his self-imposed abstinence.
“I see you’ve made use of our recent haul of unusual garments.”
Domingo smiled. “Well, I’m not going to bandy about looking like a ragamuffin. That might do for others, but I have more class myself.”
“Oh, Domingo, you are all class,” I said, stealing a piece of melon off the captain’s abandoned lunch plate and popping the fruit into my mouth. The sweet burst of flavour added to the delight of Domingo’s grateful smile.
The sight of them in a close embrace made my blood burn with desire, rather than jealousy. Especially now that we had joined together in an unofficial union, I felt confident in my ability to retain Dinesh’s interest.
Why shouldn’t we enjoy a passionate evening with a like-minded friend?
“Shall we be tying Rooster up again?” Domingo asked Dinesh, sending me a sly glance.
Dinesh looked my way as well, catching me with another piece of melon halfway to my lips. “I suppose that’s up to Rooster.”
I popped the morsel in and chewed thoughtfully. “Truly?”
“Of course.”
“Mmm. Well, then, what do you suppose you’d do to me if I was tied up?” I asked, feigning disinterest, when in reality I was eager for the information.
“Let me think on the question whilst I give Domingo a welcoming kiss,” Dinesh said, as Domingo slanted his head and fluttered his lashes. They were almost the same height, but Domingo had ways of seeming dainty and delicate in the captain’s arms.
“Of course, of course. Don’t mind me,” I said, waving off their non-existent concern. “I seem to be famished all of a sudden.”
I watched them as I snacked on the melon, sucking on the tender fruit as a stand-in for more fleshly delights.
Captain Martin descended on the younger man like a wolf, taking his lips in a forceful kiss that seemed to steal Domingo’s breath and his will.
He leaned in and let Dinesh assume control, yielding and receiving the captain’s attentions with gasps and little hitches of breath.
His fingers clutched the sleeves of the captain’s white shirt as he succumbed to the passionate attack.
Silhouetted as they were by the light from the windows, they made an enticing tableau.
“The captain’s cock is a truncheon!” Esmaralda chose that moment to yell at great volume.
Domingo and Dinesh froze, locked in their intimate embrace. Dinesh’s eyes had gone wide at the interruption but now crinkled at the corners as he broke away and dissolved into boisterous laughter.
The reaction lightened the tension in the room, and Domingo and I started laughing as well. Esmaralda repeated her bold assertion several times as if she were as excited about the encounter as we were.
Dinesh appeared to have resigned himself to the presence of the annoying bird and now attacked Domingo with renewed vigour. The younger man’s arms went around the captain’s neck, and he sighed under the passionate assault.
“Fuck me,” I murmured, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as my cock twitched in my trousers.
They broke from the kiss and turned to me with mischievous smiles.
“Mmm,” Captain Martin said, giving Domingo a kiss on the corner of his mouth and stepping back as Domingo winked at me and licked his bottom lip. “But first, the rope.”
“Oh,” I breathed, my cock standing taller. “All right.”
“There’s some soft rope in the last drawer of the chiffonier, Domingo, if you would get it for me.”
“Si, Capitane,” Domingo replied and sashayed over to the cabinet.
Captain Martin approached and stood in front of me. “Give me your hand.”
I offered him the one that wasn’t coated with melon juice and saliva but he shook his head.
“No, the other one.”
I did as he’d asked.
He held my gaze then and lifted my fingers to his mouth, licking them and sucking the fruit juice off. My mouth opened and I uttered an astonished sigh as he finished.