Chapter Ten #3
“Mmm. Hopefully, I will be licking other juices off you very, very soon, my handsome little cockerel.”
I adjusted my stand in my trousers but Dinesh shook his head, only glancing down then locking me in his gaze again.
“Hands off. That’s mine and I’m sharing your pretty prick with Domingo for the evening. But you don’t get to touch your cock unless we give you permission. Understand?”
“Yes, Captain,” I whispered, all of my will flying out of me as I gave myself up to them.
“Como la seda,” Domingo murmured as he stroked the bundle of rope. “Like silk that is. Where on earth did you get such fine rope?”
Dinesh smirked. “You’d be amazed at the things we find on Asian merchant vessels. Eh, Rooster?” he asked, glancing at me with a fond smile.
I recalled the box of treasures that Dinesh had introduced me to on another occasion.
“Aye,” I said and swallowed.
“There’s a story there,” Domingo muttered, watching us.
“Yes. Perhaps I’ll show you later. Put the rope on the bed, Domingo. And then come and help me undress this handsome fellow.”
“I thought you’d never ask, Captain.”
My pulse skyrocketed as I realized what I was up against and how thrilling the situation was. I trusted both of these men so much, and I’d not realized how much I’d wanted a repeat with Domingo until he’d kissed my husband in front of me and casually plucked a bundle of rope from a drawer.
The captain’s fingers went to the buttons of my waistcoat. “Settle down, my dear. We’ve got all night.”
I nodded, my mouth open, breaths coming in little bursts. As Dinesh removed my waistcoat and passed the garment to Domingo, I tried to take a deep, slow breath.
“That’s a good lad,” Domingo said. “This isn’t a sprint, you know. We want to take our time with you.”
“Take it from behind!” Esmaralda yelled. She did seem to be enjoying herself. Perhaps Domingo was right and she was suffering from a lack of familiar entertainment.
Had the captain and Domingo planned this all along?
They knew exactly what they wanted to do to me and how they wanted to conduct themselves.
If they had, I couldn’t believe they’d kept their intentions from me.
Though perhaps that was wise, or I would have been whingeing and begging for the encounter perhaps before Domingo was ready.
“Good,” was all I said as each layer of clothing came off, four hands working together, until I stood there in the all-together, my cock reaching for the sky.
“Such a sweet little prick you have, Rooster,” Domingo said, reaching out to stroke a long finger up from the bottom, making the tip surge and drip as I stifled a moan.
He only grinned and swiped the moisture from me, putting his finger in his mouth.
“Mmm.”
Then Dinesh reached over and slipped his hand behind Domingo’s head, pulling him in for a deep kiss as he tried to taste me. All the while I stood there, gasping and transfixed, wondering how long my legs would hold me up before I dissolved into a pile of jagged yearnings.
Dinesh let Domingo go and stood there staring at me, his gaze travelling over my quivering limbs.
“Fuck,” I said. “Do something. Please.”
“I wish I had the talent to paint your picture,” he said with some wistfulness. “But I also want to bind you in those black ropes and watch Domingo fuck you. And that, I do have the talent for.”
“Dio Mio. What are we waiting for?” Domingo murmured.
“Up on the bed, Rooster. On your knees.”
I scrambled up on the mattress, kneeling with my hands clasped together at the small of my back.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Domingo grasp Dinesh’s wrist.
“Look at him. Is this how he always is for you?”
“Most of the time. Very obedient and utterly delightful.”
I almost laughed, recalling our first few encounters. He’d trained me well since then.
As if also recalling our initial trysts, the captain said, “Well, in point of fact, he was an ill-mannered spitfire when he first came aboard. Although, now that I think on it, once he knew he was going to get properly fucked, he became quite pliable.”
“Oh, bollocks,” I said, although he had a point.
“See? Always pushing my limits.”
I glanced over as he swatted my bare behind, making me start and struggle to stay vertical.
“Yes, Captain,” I gasped.
“Pummel the blackguard!” Esmaralda exclaimed.
“All fours now. You’ve been naughty, and I need to remind you who you answer to.”
“Yes, Captain,” I repeated, the warmth spreading in my chest at his command. The shame and embarrassment rose to the surface as I went down on all fours and presented my backside for punishment.
“Such a naughty fellow,” Domingo commiserated, moving to stand where I could see him as the sounds of a drawer opening and closing preceded the appearance of a braided riding crop before my eyes.
“Say your word if you want to, but if I don’t hear it, you will get ten of these in quick succession, and we’ll consider the matter done.”
“Aye, Captain,” I muttered, not about to say my stop word when that crop was out and Domingo was here to witness the games we liked to play.
“Shall I have Domingo do the counting?”
“Yes, Captain,” I said immediately, glancing at my young friend, so close in age to me, and lovelier than any prince or princess I’d ever heard tell of.
“English or Spanish?” Domingo asked, with a wink.
“Spanish,” Dinesh said.
The crop whooshed through the air and landed on my left buttock with a slap as the stinging pain spread over my flesh.
“Uno,” Domingo said. Then muttered something else in Spanish that I had no hope of understanding.
“Pardon?” Dinesh asked, smoothing the tip of the crop over the skin of my arse, bringing up goosebumps.
“I said that Rooster has an arse for spanking.”
“For all kinds of things, in fact,” the captain said. “Isn’t that right, Rooster?”
“Yes, Captain.”
The crop came down twice more, in the same spot. The captain could be cruel with his torment.
“Dos. Tres,” Domingo said.
The next two brought a cry out of me as the captain wasn’t holding back anymore and the strikes hurt like bloody hell. Nothing I couldn’t handle, and in the usual twisted way, the pain added to the debasement I lived for.
“Cuatro. Cinco,” Domingo counted, his voice breathy. He was enjoying this. “Cuantos? How many?”
“Ten. We are half done,” the captain stated.
My head hung, and I rocked my body, helping the burn spread and absorb into my muscles and tendons.
“Seis, siete,” Domingo said as the captain brought the crop down, switching between buttocks but hitting the same spots each time.
“Ocho, nueve.”
Finally, one last quick and forceful strike that made me cry out and utter a quiet sob at the smarting pain the crop left behind.
Domingo hissed a breath and came forward, sitting on the mattress and cradling my head in one arm, bending to kiss my cheek.
“Diez. Are you all right?” he whispered.
“Aye,” I gasped. “Perfect.”
“You a pain slut, then?”
I glanced at him, never having heard that term. “Seems like it.”
The captain cleared his throat. “Up on your knees again, Rooster, facing me. Hands together in front.”
I did as he asked.
“You are a cunt!” Esmaralda said, sounding somewhat more subdued. Hopefully she was finding herself fatigued and would let up soon.
“But you won’t be able to see my smarting arse in that position.”
“Mmm,” Dinesh agreed. “But I can see your cock and bollocks and nipples and your pretty freckled face.”
Domingo moved aside and watched as Captain Martin began to drape the black rope around my body, first tying my wrists together, then wrapping the rope about my arms and torso.
He looped some around my bollocks and cock and pulled the length snug before stretching the end up to tuck into the rope at my waist.
“That should keep you nice and hard for us,” he said, stroking a hand along my cock as it leaked a clear bit of fluid.
I couldn’t move my upper arms as they were tucked into the rope that was snug around my chest. I couldn’t separate my hands. I was trapped.
The captain came up on the bed and knelt in front of me, taking my chin and giving me a tender kiss on the lips.
Then he knotted the rope around my captured wrists and stood on the mattress to fasten the end to the metal chain that swooped from the ceiling to the wall above the headboard of the bed.