Chapter Eleven
Visions
“Ithought that was some kind of decoration or a safety mechanism,” I mumbled, floating a bit on the pain of my cropped arse.
Domingo laughed and the captain smiled.
“Oh no. The chain has always been there for exactly this purpose.”
“Exactly this purpose?”
The captain looked at me with kindness.
“You are aware that I had men in my chambers before you arrived.”
“Well, yes.”
“I had Tony help me install it, may he rest in peace.”
“Donatello! Good God, was he in on all your conquests?”
“No, he was not. However, I did have him assist me with certain modifications to my living space. I expect he had an idea what they were for, considering my specifications. And I do miss him terribly.”
Anthony “Tony” Donatello and Captain Martin had been good friends before the former had met his untimely end. I still harboured guilt about not having been able to save Donatello.
“I’m sorry. I’m… shocked that we’ve never used the chain like this before.”
“I was waiting for the right time,” Dinesh said with a mischievous look.
“You could have told me what the thing was for.”
“I could have. But then I wouldn’t have seen your astonished face as I fastened you to the restraint for the very first time.” He smiled with a clear and benign joy. “You can pull, but the bolts are fastened quite securely, I assure you.”
I tested the chain, the ringing of the metal making my cock stand taller. I had no memory of having intense fantasies about being captured and fondled by a villainous pirate captain, but perhaps I’d missed an opportunity. I was certainly having them now.
Captain Martin took a moment to admire me in my bondage and then beckoned Domingo over. He reached for the sash that circled Domingo’s slim waist.
“May I? I want Rooster to watch me disrobe you.”
“With pleasure,” Domingo said, holding out his arms and turning to gaze at me with a mischievous smile. “Let’s put on a show.”
“I thought I was the show,” I mumbled, resting my weight on the ropes that held me.
I wasn’t uncomfortable at all, except for the ache in my bollocks and cock that wanted dealing with. As usual, I had to wait for my reward whilst the stinging of my recently cropped flesh warmed me.
“You will be, don’t worry. This is merely the opening act,” Dinesh said as he undid the sash that held Domingo’s tunic snug to his body and tossed it aside. The green shirt spread out around Domingo and the captain took the hem in his hands.
“Arms up.”
Domingo raised his arms, with a sly look at Captain Martin, as Dinesh tugged the shirt over and off him. As the captain moved to throw the garment aside, Domingo stopped him with a horrified gasp.
“Dios mio, that is silk! At least lay it over the back of the chair!”
Dinesh eyed the garment and gave Domingo an indulgent look.
“Of course. My mistake.”
He walked to the armchair in the corner and laid the green tunic over the back, making sure not to cause any wrinkling.
“I take great pains to maintain an appropriate level of style aboard this ship, I don’t mind telling you. Although I’d never want to return to the life I had, at least my employers kept me in fine things.”
Dinesh returned to Domingo, laying a hand flat on the top of Domingo’s back and smoothing his palm along his torso, then under his arm, until his long fingers splayed over Domingo’s taut belly.
“You are a fine thing. You don’t need the fancy togs to prove your worth.”
Domingo’s expression melted into obvious pleasure after the captain’s remark. His eyes went soft and his lips quivered as he smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Oy,” I muttered, for some reason wanting to cause trouble and see how far I could push my luck. “If youse could stop your flattery and get to the good stuff, I’d surely appreciate being attended to.”
They looked my way with amused dismay.
“You let him talk to you like that? When he’s all tied up and at your mercy?” Domingo asked, gesturing to me and speaking as if I couldn’t hear him.
“He’s showing off. For you.”
“For me?” Domingo looked pleased. “Still, he should be quiet, shouldn’t he? And only watch. That’s what you said.”
Traitor.
“Yes, he should. And if he talks out of turn again, I shall have to modify my plans for him. He knows exactly what that means so I doubt we shall have any more trouble.”
He’d no doubt punish me by not letting me finish and leave me pent up and frustrated for who knew how long. I didn’t want that.
“I’m sorry, Captain.”
“I know you are, Rooster. Now hush, and watch me devour this beautiful boy.”
Since I was usually the beautiful boy being devoured and would be again—hopefully soon—I thrilled to watch him with Domingo.
Domingo stood perfectly still, his arms hanging at his sides, palms out as if willingly surrendering himself to Dinesh’s will.
His chest rose and fell as Captain Martin stepped close, reached behind Domingo’s head, and released his hair from its tie so Domingo’s thick brown locks cascaded over his fine shoulders.
Domingo blinked at Dinesh, lips parted, chin thrust forward with the pride of a man who knows his value, at least in this circumstance. Domingo was truly beautiful, with the delicacy of a woman and the solidity of a man.
Dinesh reached out and touched one of Domingo’s pert brown nipples, causing the young man to smile. He rubbed the pad of his finger over the other one, then traced a path along the hair that led into Domingo’s trousers.
“Let’s get these off, then,” Dinesh said, undoing the fastenings and pulling the material down over Domingo’s narrow hips.
Domingo’s cock bounced up as his trousers went down, emerging from a thicket of brown curls instead of a shaved crotch.
“Mmm,” Dinesh murmured, tickling his fingers through the thatch of private hair. “I like this better.”
“Such a pain to keep myself up to the brothel’s standards in that respect. I’m glad to be the man that I am, even if I do like pretty things and fine clothes.”
“I’m glad you are the man you are, as well, my lovely lad,” the captain said, stepping close and wrapping his hand around Domingo’s cock, stroking him with rough movements, causing Domingo’s lips to part and his breath to stutter.
He let go and peeled his own shirt over his head and undid his trousers, sighing as he pulled out his cock.
Domingo’s eyes went wide and flashed to meet the captain’s.
“Shall I—?” Domingo asked.
“Please,” Captain Martin said with a coy smile, blinking slowly. “As I recall, you have impressive skills in this area.”
Domingo went to his knees, tossed his hair back, and gazed up at Captain Martin. “I have impressive skills in many areas.”
He made a show of licking his own palm, then took Dinesh’s organ in hand and stroked the length a few times, before leaning in and giving the head quick licks, like a cat lapping milk.
The sight sent shivers through me, and I shifted in my bindings, wishing I could get some friction on my own prick. But the captain had prevented me by design, and I’d have to suffer as I watched.
“Put it in! Put it in!” Esmaralda shouted.
Dinesh groaned as Domingo engulfed the head of his cock and got to serious work, and the sound went straight to my bollocks. Those noises were the chorus of many hours of pleasure between us, and they made my cock harder and my legs weak.
I lifted my gaze from Domingo’s mouth and fixed on the captain who was watching Domingo eat his cock with half-lidded eyes and open mouth. He gasped and grunted as Domingo gave him what he’d asked for, then lifted his gaze to mine.
My whole body flushed at the hungry look in Dinesh’s eyes and at the sounds he continued to make, as Domingo tossed his head from side to side, using his mouth and tongue in ways that made the captain lose even more of his composure.
Dinesh’s hand came forward to cup Domingo’s chin as he pumped into Domingo’s mouth twice and grunted, sighing as he finished with an ecstatic grimace.
Domingo blinked up at him, keeping the movement of his mouth going to make sure he milked every last drop from Dinesh’s cock and that the captain was satisfied.
“Lovely,” Dinesh murmured as he let his cock slide free.
Domingo wiped a hand across his lips, glancing at me and winking.
I tried to stay calm and not become inflamed by what I’d seen, but how could I when Domingo was naked, Dinesh was half undressed, his cock dripping with Domingo’s saliva and remnants of his own spunk, and I was bound here on the bed prepared for their imminent attentions?
I jerked against the chain, making the metal rattle and the wood creak.
The muscles in my biceps swelled between the ropes containing them, and I growled and panted with frustration.
Somebody needed to attend to me. I didn’t care who, or if it was both of them—please be both of them—but I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
“Poor devil,” Domingo said, crawling over to where I hung from the rafters, my knees planted on the bed whilst the rope held me still from above.
At least I was relatively comfortable and able to lean for support against the chain.
As the ship rocked slightly on the water, the motion did little to soothe me.
Domingo knelt before me, giving his prick a quick back-and-forth whilst leaning forward around the rope attaching my hands to the chain, and kissed me soundly. I rocked forward, opening beneath his gentle assault as he stole my breath with his passion.
“Now don’t you two look friendly,” Dinesh said. I heard the sound of his trousers being tossed aside and then footsteps as he approached.
My eyes were closed and I was lost in the warmth of Domingo’s mouth, the scent of whatever he’d put on his body before coming here, and the tenderness of his approach.
The mattress shifted and the air moved behind me. Soon, Dinesh’s arms came around me and I felt his presence at my back as his lips descended on my neck and shoulder, whilst Domingo continued to kiss me. I gasped into Domingo’s mouth as he smiled and clicked his tongue.