Chapter 1 #2
As he obeyed, his muscles feeling limp and watery, he could hear Landon opening the jar of oils located so conveniently nearby.
A slick finger probed at his anus, and he flinched and then relaxed as it prodded forward, opening him in a way that felt both strange and good.
Although he'd become more used to the quick entry made by the other men on the ship, he appreciated Landon's slower touch most nights.
Sometimes it made him feel more ashamed that he enjoyed the stretching sensation and the slight burning friction, but the more shame he felt, the harder his cock would get all over again.
Tonight Landon's slow torture had left him limp and submissive, and the feel of Landon's finger seemed entirely natural.
Good. A second finger pressed into him, stretching him farther, and he groaned as Landon began to dip his fingers back and forth into Bran's tight ass, much tighter now that they had spent a few days in port with none of the crew bothering him.
The stretch felt good. The slick rubbing back and forth against his sensitive inner walls had his dick stirring again.
He could feel Landon spreading his fingers inside of him, and he groaned at the slight discomfort.
Dropping his head to the mattress, he kept his ass high in the air, sure that Landon would note the change in position despite the darkness of the cabin, and appreciate it.
He felt even more vulnerable as Landon's big fingers began to fuck him harder, twisting back and forth, creating a whole new myriad of sensations around the sensitive entrance to his tight hole.
Then Landon's fingers pulled out completely, leaving Bran trembling and empty.
Landon's cock, rock-hard, pressed against the crinkled entrance, pushing Bran open.
He cried out. The other man felt much more massive than usual, the pressure on Bran's anus was intense as it was forced to stretch open to accommodate Landon's plump mushroom.
Quivering, Bran buried his head into the mattress, feeling blood rushing to his cock as his asshole was forced wide until finally it popped shut, snugly encasing the bulbous tip of Landon's cock in his tightness.
"That's it," Landon murmured, rubbing his hands over Bran's asscheeks and lower back, caressing the younger man comfortingly. "Take my cock like a good cabin boy."
Bran groaned again and shivered, he loved it when Landon talked dirty, although he'd never admit it. The other man's light touches across his sensitive skin had him jumping, his ass flexing convulsively, almost painfully.
"I didn't put any extra oils on my cock tonight. There's only what I used on my fingers. I want you to feel every inch of my cock going deep in your ass."
The cock in his ass nudged deeper as Landon spoke, making it harder for Bran to concentrate on the other man's words.
Fewer oils... that was it. Most of the men overused on the oil, wanting Bran slick and wet, so his asshole was easy to use.
Apparently tonight, Landon didn't want that.
He wanted both of them to feel exactly what was happening so there was no denying Bran was a young man taking a massively large cock up his tight, squeezing asshole.
When Landon began to pump his hips back and forth, forcing the length of his cock a little deeper with each thrust, Bran swore that he could feel every ridge, every vein, as it passed through the tight ring at the entrance to his ass.
Without the excess lube, his asshole felt tighter, hotter than ever, the friction burning in the most wonderful way.
His own dick was already slapping up against the underside of his belly with every movement of his hips.
As he had with his mouth, Landon took his time, slowly working the entire length of his rod up Bran's protesting backside, allowing them both the luxury of feeling his ass slowly accommodate the large intruder.
Finally his groin was pressed up against the curve of Bran's cheeks, his cock as deep into Bran's asshole as it could go, and both of them were groaning with the wonderful sensations.
And then, Landon began to fuck him. Hard.
Mercilessly. Bran cried out in protest as his spasming asshole shuddered around the quick moving length; it felt like he was being stretched anew over and over again, the hard cock pounding fast and deep.
He wriggled, trying to move away from the merciless fucking, but Landon's hands held his hips firmly in place, pulling him back with every stroke.
The slap of their bodies rang throughout the room, pierced by Bran's grunts and whimpers and Landon's moans of pleasure as he sodomized the cabin boy.
Landon had never been so rough with him before, but Bran found himself loving it in a way that he never had when the other men used him hard.
There was something about Landon's movements that indicated a deep need, a frantic erotic longing to dominate and possess Bran.
Mewling, he pushed back against Landon, accepting the discomfort as his ass was pillaged, finding that it mixed with his rising pleasure and made the sensations all the more intense.
When Landon reached around his hips and took his cock into his callused hand once again, Bran thought he might melt with the pleasure.
Landon's fingers were still slightly slick with the oils, and he began to pump Bran in time with his own thrusts, forcing the younger man back onto his cock.
Their grunts and moans melded together, becoming frenzied as they rutted hard and fast.
Inside Bran was a sweet spot that Landon's long cock was rubbing against, the head occasionally pushing against it directly, as he thrust in and out of Bran's accommodating hole.
Bran arched his back, thrusting his buttocks upward, and Landon hit that spot again, his cock gliding past it as Bran began to shake and shout, bucking with ecstasy as he came for the second time that night, spurting seed onto his bedsheets, which was no matter because they had seen plenty of it before.
Dimly he was aware of Landon's own bellowing and the pulsing thrusts into his ass as the first mate’s cream was jetted into his tight tunnel.
He felt his hole convulsing around Landon's throbbing cock, extending his own ecstasy despite the fact that he had already emptied himself.
Bran's ass was kept high in the air by Landon's hands as the other man moaned and circled his hips, obviously enjoying the clasping warmth of Bran's tunnel around his slowly shrinking cock.
Carefully he helped Bran to settle onto his side, Landon's cock still inside of him, his arms wrapped around the younger man.
"What—?" Bran asked sleepily.
"Go to sleep," Landon whispered into his ear, giving him a kiss on the back of his neck. "Sleep while you can. When you wake up, I'm going to be hard inside of you and fucking you all over again." His hand ran up and down Bran's stomach as the younger man shuddered and moaned.
That sounded so sinfully wonderful. His face heated with shame at how much he craved waking up with Landon's cock already hard and thrusting in him.
"You like that, don't you, Bran?"
"Yes," he admitted, although he felt his head bowing away from Landon with the shame of it.
"I like it too," the other man said, bringing his hand up to Bran's face, turning it toward him and giving him a hard kiss on the mouth. "This is my last voyage with this ship. I'm retiring after this. I'd like you to think about coming with me."
"Come with you?" Bran echoed sleepily. "To do what?"
"Be my permanent cabin boy," said Landon, his teeth nibbling Bran's ear. "Don't answer now, just think about it."
Bran already knew what his answer was going to be. But he closed his eyes to fall asleep anyway, snuggling back against Landon and feeling the half-hard cock inside of him flex a little. That was going to be a wonderful wake-up call. And there was plenty of time later to tell Landon yes.
The End