Chapter 1
The sound of his door sliding shut with a click was what woke him in the darkness.
The ship rolled back and forth like a cradle rocking its occupants to sleep.
As the youngest on the ship, at age eighteen, Bran was used to late-night visits from various members of the crew.
Normally he wouldn't know who it was until they reached his bed, but since they'd just been in port yesterday, where the men had been able to avail themselves of the whores located there, he knew only one man would be coming for a visit so soon afterward.
Lorden, the first mate of the ship, was a handsome roguish-looking man in his mid-thirties. He caroused with the men, whored with them, and kept a tight fist on discipline aboard the ship, but he was also the most frequent visitor to Bran's room. And the most highly anticipated.
Soft steps came closer to the bed and a warm hard body slid between the sheets, pushing Bran over so that he was trapped against the wall.
"Bran," Landon's deep voice murmured, his callused hand sliding over Bran's naked stomach, down to his already rock-hard cock. He'd been hard the moment he'd heard the door open and realized who it was.
While Bran had heard of men who loved men the way a man loved a woman, he knew he wasn't one.
He hated the attentions of the crew, his extra duties, with everyone except Landon.
He highly suspected that Landon preferred men to women, but only with Bran was he able to indulge himself away from watching eyes.
And Bran would never betray him. He craved Landon's visits, his own desires shaming him, which only aroused him more.
The warmly callused hand grasped his sensitive cock, rubbing against him with harsh friction and he groaned deep in his throat.
He sensed, rather than saw, Landon hovering over him in the darkness, and then masculine lips pressed against his, face harsh with bristles.
Landon's tongue thrust into his mouth, demanding.
Bran whimpered and kissed him back, tasting the dark spices of beer and man, rolling them around his mouth and moving his hips in time with the gentle fisting of his dick.
Something soft and hard and insistent rubbed against his hip and he knew Landon was just as aroused as he was.
Most of the crew, when they needed to satisfy their desires on long voyages, would skulk into Bran's room, turn him onto his stomach, lubricate their cocks with some of the oil kept by his bedside for exactly that purpose and shove in, fucking his ass hard like he was a woman.
They would touch him nowhere but his hips, where he had almost no body hair, pulling his cheeks back against their thrusting groins, splitting him open with their hard poles with very little care for whether or not it hurt him.
Landon wasn't like that. He wanted to explore Bran's body, to touch and taste him, treating him like a lover.
Every visit was different, except for the end.
Breaking off the kiss, Landon began to slide his tongue over the sensitive skin of Bran's neck, teasing him. "Put your hands above your head and hold onto the top of the bed."
His voice was authoritative, his First Mate's voice.
Bran's cock jerked in his hand as he responded to it.
So it was going to be one of those nights.
Sometimes Landon was gentle, other times rough.
Sometimes he would allow Bran to take the lead, and sometimes, such as now, he would take complete control.
The hand around Bran's cock squeezed, almost to the point of pain, as if to hurry him.
Not that Landon had any doubt Bran would do as ordered.
Lifting his arms above his head, Bran curved his hands over the edge of the mattress, fingers digging into the soft cushion as Landon's hand moved from his cock to his balls and his mouth began to slide down Bran's chest.
Moaning, Bran flexed his groin muscle as Landon rolled his balls around, the callused fingertips feeling extra rough against his soft sack.
A bristled cheek rubbed against his chest as Landon searched out his flat nipples, his lips and tongue teasing the tiny buds until he could tug at them with his teeth.
Each sharp pull sent a jab of sensation straight through Bran to his cock, which flexed and bounced against his stomach, aching for attention as Landon played with him.
"Please," he whimpered as two of Landon's fingers slid behind his balls to touch the super-sensitive spot just beneath, brushing over it in a teasing manner that made his groin throb with the need for his cock to be touched.
But he didn't move his hands—he'd learned.
The first time Landon had done something like this and Bran had moved, Landon had tied him in place and then taken twice as long to explore Bran's entire body before turning him over and fucking him in the ass, without once ever having touched his cock.
Bran had still come at the end of it, needing nothing more than Landon's long shaft probing his inner recesses after such prolonged teasing, but it hadn't been as physically satisfying as Landon usually made their experiences.
But he'd been twice as hot the next time Landon had come to his room.
Just thinking about it made him randy all over again. Hot breath warmed the flesh of his cock, and he groaned as Landon's fingers increased their firm stroking of his taint, his palm squeezing Bran's balls gently.
"Please," he begged as he felt Landon's lips and teeth scrape over his sensitive hip bones. His cock bounced again as Landon bit down on the jutting bone, just hard enough to mix a little bit of pain with the pleasure Bran was already feeling.
"Please what, cabin boy?" Landon asked, his voice sounding amused.
Sometimes he called Bran by his name, but sometimes he just used his title, and Bran was never sure which made him more aroused.
His cock felt like it was about to split open, as if it had expanded to twice its normal girth and length just from aching need.
"Please touch me, sir."
His hands pressed down on Bran's hips, holding him in place.
His balls felt cold where Landon's touch had been removed, but he couldn't regret the loss because now Landon's mouth was creating hot suction around the mushroom head of Bran's cock, a wet tongue flicking against the tip.
Moaning, Bran tried to thrust his hips up, but Landon was stronger than him, using his leverage to keep Bran's hips and legs firmly in place.
He was completely at Landon's mercy, the other man torturing him with an exquisitely slow descent of his mouth, taking in Bran's rock-hard shaft with a long, drawn-out glide.
With every centimeter, his tongue lashed against the sensitive underside of Bran's cock, taking him so slowly Bran thought he might go insane.
Beneath Landon's hands, Bran attempted to twist and buck, trying to force more of his dick upward and into Landon's welcoming mouth.
Instead he was held in place, overpowered, and Landon sucked him down as slowly as he wanted to, taking him in all the way to the root.
It was a feat Bran had yet to duplicate on Landon's massive cock, but he freely admitted that the First Mate was more endowed than him anyway.
He had a bigger cock than any other man on the ship.
Not that Bran was thinking about them at the moment; he was too busy enjoying having his cock sucked down the other man's throat, feeling tight muscles gripping the sensitive head and the wet wriggling tongue that was dancing along the base of his shaft.
Then the mouth began to withdraw, also with painstaking slowness, and Bran groaned and arched as much as he could against Landon's hands, his own hands clenching against the mattress.
Landon tormented him with several more long, slow glides as he whimpered and pleaded, his balls feeling hot and tight.
He was so ready to come with just a little more encouragement.
Then Landon began to bob his head up and down with intent, making soft sucking noises as he went to work on Bran's cock, his hands still holding the younger man in place so he was in complete control of the pleasure that was driving Bran so wild.
The sudden change in tempo had Bran crying out as Landon's mouth worked him over, saliva coating every inch of his cock, that talented tongue sliding into his pee hole every time Landon withdrew so just Bran's tip was still between his lips.
Gasping at the intensity of the sensations roiling through him, Bran went rigid under Landon's palms as he began to come.
Immediately Landon took him fully into his mouth again, and Bran writhed with ecstasy as his cum shot into the back of Landon's throat, his cock pulsing against Landon’s coaxing tongue.
Mindless pleasure surged in waves with every sucking swallow until Bran was drained and limp.
Then Landon pressed his mouth to Bran's again, tasting salty and slightly more bitter than before, and Bran knew he was tasting himself in Landon's mouth.
They kissed deeply, Bran accepting that Landon wanted him to taste his own seed, shivering a little as Landon ran his hands up and down Bran's prone body while their tongues twined.
When Landon pulled away to speak again, his voice was deep and tight with lust. "Get on your hands and knees, cabin boy."