Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2012 08:21:32 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Fighting Pirates. Part Two.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

   Part Two

     The three officers, the captain and the helmsman were the only ones up
on the poop deck as we slid out of the harbour. The men in the rigging
finished what they were doing and began to slide down to the foredeck as
the ship heeled over meeting the ocean proper and we were now really all at
sea.

     `Your watch I believe Mr Shelby,' William said. `Set the crew to their
duties. When we clear the island, set course west by south west.'

     `Aye aye sir,' he replied as William came down from the poop.

     `Attend me in my cabin Jim,' he said to me and so I followed him
through and into his or should I now say, our cabin. He took his coat off
and handed it to me. `There's a hook in that cupboard,' he said as he sat
down, taking off his cravat and throwing it to one side. I hung up his coat
and went back to him as he stretched out one booted leg and indicated for
me to pull it off. This I did to both of them and put them in the
cupboard. `That's better,' he said, wiggling his toes. `I rather like them
free and be able to feel the deck beneath my feet. Go see Cookie and ask
for a plate of cold meat and some bread.'

     This I did and was soon back in the cabin with his food and he also
told me where the wine was for him to have a glass while he ate. I saw that
his glass was kept full and finally asked the question I'd been dying to
ask.

     `Where are we going sir?'

     `To the Indies. To see what plunder we can snare,' he replied.

     `Plunder? You mean piracy?' I asked in awe. He chuckled.

     `Not quite. We're a privateer with the authority of good King William
the Third. He gets half of what we can find, I get a quarter and the rest
is shared out among the crew. What we're after are the Spanish bullion
ships, carrying gold and the like from the mainland over there back to
Spain. They steal it from the natives and we try to steal it from them but
at the same time, fight off those that want to steal it from us.'

     `But that's still piracy,' I said.

     `Not when you hold a King's warrant,' he smiled. `Now,' he said,
getting up from the table, `I'm going to have a sleep. Go and help Cookie
prepare tonight's dinner.' With this dismissal, I left him to go and do as
I was told. Cookie had killed two chickens and I was given the job of
plucking out the feathers, them to be saved for making pillows.

     Cookie spoke a kind of English that was easy to follow and learned
that he'd been rescued by the captain from a pirate ship, six years
previously, and had served with him since then. When I tasted his cooked
food, I understood why William wanted to keep him. It was lovely.

     William was up when I returned to his cabin and found out where the
cutlery was kept, what there was of it, and laid the table for dinner and
served Mr Tombs, who had the eight o'clock watch, his dinner while William
told him that he wanted the crew to have gun drill the next morning.

     At eight bells, I went down to the galley to get dinner for the others
and served them in the captain's cabin, myself having already eaten. I lit
the two lanterns above the table and saw that they had enough wine to drink
and when they'd finished eating, cleared away the debris. When I returned,
I found that the other two officers had already left.

     `We'll bed early tonight Jim,' he said dowsing one lantern before he
took off his shirt. I took this from him and hung it up and then his
trousers. He looked magnificent standing there in the light from the slowly
swaying lantern. His skin almost glowing and I was pleased to see that his
cock wasn't exactly flaccid as he got onto the cot.

     `Come here Jim,' he said, beckoning me over. I went and saw that his
cock was now fully erect. `We'll have to do something about this,' he said
with a laugh as he waggled his erection. I quickly took it into my hand and
put my mouth over the fiery head and began to suck it. `No Jim, no,' he
said, pushing my head away. `I want you in bed with me. You're not the
young ragamuffin that I slept with last night and we're not in the back
yard of the tavern either.' I understood what he wanted and quickly took my
two items of clothing off and got onto the cot beside him. He was lying on
his side for there wasn't much room and I lay there, trembling a little as
I felt the head of his cock rub up against my stomach. He ran his hand down
my waist and over one cheek of my backside. `Such a nice bum for a skinny
boy,' he said. `Roll over onto your front.'

     This I did and he quickly lifted me up onto my knees and moved himself
round behind and in between my legs.

     `Yes skinny but with lovely brown cheeks,' he said as he stroked my
backside again. I heard him spit into his hand and knew that he was
lubricating his cock and made myself ready for the pleasure I was going to
get while giving him the same. One hand held my hip as his other guided his
tool to my back entrance and I quivered as I felt it nestle in between my
cheeks. His other hand came up to my hip and he pushed himself forward. The
pressure was great and I felt the head start to enlarge my ring until it
suddenly moved inside me and the rest of his shaft followed to fill me and
didn't stop till his thighs met mine. I gave out a gurgle of delight and
relaxed and squeezed my sphincter muscle in a rhythm as he began to move
and fuck me.

     I loved the expansion that his big cock gave to my insides as he
gently moved himself backwards and forwards, the tingling yet soothing
massage I was getting. My own cock was like a small iron bar that slowly
bounced to his motions behind me and I drooled at the pleasure I was
receiving.

     Too soon, too soon, my mind cried out as he held me in a tighter grip
as he began to pull me back hard onto him. His thighs mashing up against
mine as he started to come, and come he did. Grinding his body up against
mine I felt his cock head expand and begin to pump out his seed within me,
adding more lubrication to his shaft. We both simultaneously gave out a
groan at his coming, him for giving and me for receiving as he jerked away
at my rear.

     His weight came down onto my back and forced me down onto the sheet
covering the mattress, his breath coming in short gasps as I took his full
weight on me. My own erection was now squashed beneath and yet he still
moved on my back, causing me to masturbate between my stomach and the
bed. The roughness of the sheet rubbed the head of my circumcised cock and
with his rocking motion on top of me made me come, squeezing out my semen
between the sheet and my stomach. It was a mess but a relief and I gurgled
again in delight and then gave out a cry as I felt his cock start to slide
out of me.

     Though with my first year of being fucked up the backside, I hated it
when a cock was pushed up into me. Now, two years later, I hated it when
one was pulled out of me. But William was now out and he rolled off me to
lie with his back against the bulkhead and I quickly got up out of the cot
and went and got a wet flannel and wiped his still erect cock clean. I also
wiped my front and the bed sheet before throwing the cloth away and getting
back onto the cot with him.

     He took me into his arms and kissed me, his wilting cock nestling up
against mine as he held me in an embrace.

     `I never used to like being fucked, but now sir, it's a pleasure,' I
said between kisses.

     `When in bed with me Jim, you can call me William. Save the sir for
when others are present or out on deck,' he said as he stroked my back.

     `Yes William,' I smiled.

     `Now we must get some flesh and muscle into this body of yours,' he
said, `and tomorrow morning we will start on doing just that.'

     `There's only one muscle I want,' I said as I moved my pelvic bone up
close to his and rubbed our two cocks together.

     `You're a little slut,' he said with a grin.

     `Only when I'm with you William,' I said, kissing him again on the
lips, and so we kissed and cuddled until he began to stir again down below
and this time I moved down the cot and took him into my mouth and used my
hand to bring about the desired result of having him come in my mouth for
me to taste before swallowing. I think I even fell asleep with his dick in
my mouth.

                                                            *

     `Up and out,' I heard him say as he woke me up, hearing the last sound
of the bell on the poop deck being rung. `It's six o'clock.' His pushing me
out of the cot really woke me up and I lay on my back on the deck and
watched him get out over me, loving the sight of his cock swinging between
his thighs. His cock, my cock, mine to have, to hold, to suck and have it
pushed up inside to pleasure me. `Up I said,' he cried as he pulled me up
and astounded me by dragging me out onto the foredeck as naked as he was. I
didn't know what he had in mind, even when he easily lifted me up, but then
I found out. I was dropped into a canvas tub of cold sea water.

     I gasped at the sudden shock to the system and swallowed half the
contents I think before I came to the surface to the shouts and cheers of
those crew members standing around. This tub was about four feet square and
about the same deep and it appeared that this was the captain's usual
morning bath for he got in it too.

     I hung my head over the side coughing and spewing up the water I'd
swallowed and he pounded my back.

     `That's woken you up,' he laughed before his head disappeared below
the surface before rising back up to spew water all over my face as I
turned round. A towelling robe of some kind was ready to be draped over his
shoulders as he got out of this salt water tub, but not for me. I shivered
and shook all the way back into the cabin before I could find some cloth to
dry myself.

     `Okay. Now I'll show you what you will have to learn to do,' he said
as we both, still naked, went back out onto the foredeck and he let go of
my hand and jumped up onto the bulwark and swung himself round onto the
inside of the ratlines that ran up to the mast.

     I watched in amazement as he went up the ratlines, on the inside,
pulling himself up by his hands. It was a good sixty feet to the top, but
he went up there hand over hand to the top before coming back down on a
stay, again only using his hands. No wonder his biceps and shoulders were
so powerful.

     `There,' he said panting as he dropped onto the deck in front of
me. `When you can do that, you'll be a man. There isn't a man among the
crew who can do that. That is what I want you to achieve.'

     I gaped at him and thought the man mad. More so when he grabbed me by
the waist and lifted me up to catch the rat lines.

     `There's only one hundred and seventy two,' he said as I grabbed hold
of the roped ladder and was left swinging there. I managed three of these
rungs before I had to let go and drop down to the deck. The crew were
highly amused at this and it made me feel ashamed and so I stalked off to
the cabin. William followed me and pushed me inside and sat down on a
chair.

     `You're now, what, twelve years of age? I want to see you do what I
did inside the next two years. We'll make a man of you, but at the moment,
I like you being the woman,' and he pointedly look down at his groin and I
looked too and saw that he had an erection. I didn't need any instruction
as to what he had in mind and I was quickly down on my knees between his
legs to take his cock into my mouth. I sucked and worked on it with my hand
and I felt it begin to swell and took a deep breath in between sucking and
pumped hard as he came into my waiting mouth. It was lovely again and I
moved his coming round in my mouth with my tongue first before swallowing
it and then licking the head of his cock clean.

     `Thank you Jim, now get dressed and see to breakfast. Oh, and bring
the chippy back with you.'

     I went off to see Cookie first and see that he was preparing the
captains breakfast and then went off to find the ship's carpenter to tell
him that he was wanted by the captain. I collected William's breakfast and
was just serving it up when the carpenter came into the cabin.

     `Ah chippy. I want you to make my bed bigger. It's just too cramped.'
I saw the carpenter look at me with a grin and I know that I blushed with
him knowing why it was cramped. But what the hell, the whole crew probably
knew already that I was the captain's bum boy, and I was glad that I was.

     With breakfast cleared away, I began being taught seamanship by all
three officer's during their watch on the poop deck. My only respite was
seeing to the captain's meals and the odd stint at helping Cookie.

     The carpenter worked all day in the cabin and before nightfall, the
captain's bunk was twice the size.

     `Now that looks better,' William said, nodding towards the new
construction as I served him his dinner along with the other two
officers. I saw them exchange looks with smiles and so took the bull by the
horns.

     `Yes sir. I'll enjoy being in that with you,' I said and was pleased
to see that it was him that blushed this time as the other two tried to
control their laughter.

                                                            *

     `You saucy little bugger,' he said to me as I got undressed that
night, him slapping my bare bum.

     `You're the bugger William,' I said as I moved back onto him and
wiggled my bum against his now erect penis. `And I love you for it,' I
added to take the sting out of what I'd said.

     `Then let's try it out,' he said with a laugh and lifted me up and
placed me face down on our newly constructed wide bed.

     `There's room for three now,' I said.

     `Two's company, three's a crowd,' he said as he got onto the bed and
pulled me up onto my knees. A minute later he was leaning over my back and
entering me again, much to my delight. It was a lovely fucking and there
was plenty of room now for later, after having washed him, to lie down and
suck on his cock before it wilted.

     There was now room for us to sleep together, close up like spoons but
still have space to move and turn over. I never did find out his thoughts
to him feeling my erection pressed up against his back when we woke up in
the morning. But he would roll over onto his back and let me suck him off
before we left it for our morning bath. I managed to make four rungs of the
ratlines that morning.

     This became our routine where he would fuck me twice at night and I
would suck on him first thing in the morning. It was varied sometimes but
basically I wanted him whenever he was up and ready.

     I then became some sort of lucky mascot again for within a month, we
encountered an unaccompanied merchant Spanish ship which we attacked and
overcame without any loss of life on our side. It wasn't a gold ship but
still carried a cargo that was worth quite a bit. This was transferred to
ours as well as the surviving members of its crew and passengers. They were
confined below until we reached the Indies where William handed them over
to the Governor of Antigua until the ransom note sent was paid.

                                                            *

     But there was an incident before we reached the Indies that obviously
involved me. It was early evening and it had just got dark and I was out up
on the forecastle when I was attacked. I was grabbed from behind and
knocked down onto the deck. I tried to turn to see who it was and got a
fist that I didn't see coming, smacked straight into my left eye. That was
enough to subdue my feeble attempts to stop having my pantaloons torn off
me and have a prick stuffed up my backside. I tried to fight my attacker,
but not for his fucking of me but of not asking first. Groggy as I was, and
the fucking of me being technically rape, I still enjoyed this roughness,
but still tried to fight him off which made it more exciting.

     When he pulled out after having shot his load up inside me, I rolled
over and saw who it was and before I could shout out, he belted me again,
but across the mouth this time, splitting my lip. The blow to my mouth
knocked my head back to smash against the deck which incapacitated me for a
short while. When I was able to get up, I couldn't find my pantaloons and
so I staggered down to the foredeck and along and through to our cabin.

     I almost fell through the door where William straightened up from the
chart he was studying to rush over to support me before I fell down. My
shirt was torn, no pantaloons, an eye rapidly closing and blood running
down my chin from my split lip. He knew exactly what had happened and he
cleaned me up himself and put me into our bed before raising hell with the
deck officer and rousing out someone else to see to his dinner.

     He had Cookie make up a broth which William spooned between my lips
after the others had eaten and left.

     `Who did this?' he asked, his face full of fury.

     `I don't know,' I lied as I mumbled out the words though I knew full
well who it had been. Because of my split lip, he only kissed me on my
cheek and instead of fucking me that night, used his hand to masturbate me
for which I was grateful.

     Next morning, in front of the crewmen on deck, he carried me, both of
us naked and he washed me in our small pool and then carried me back to our
cabin while Cookie himself saw to not only William's breakfast, but had
made up a special dish for me of eggs that he had beaten up so that they
were soft and pulpy which was easy for me to swallow.

     William, when dressed, got me dressed in my only pair of pantaloons
left but added something else. He fixed a belt around my waist that carried
a sharp knife. It was silly of him to have carried me earlier for I was
perfectly capable of walking but it was only for show. He had Mr Tombs call
all hands onto the foredeck and he carried me up onto the poop and stood me
up to face the crew. He surprised me with what he came out with. He made
his face look like thunder before he turned to face the assembled crew.

     `Last night, one of you attacked young Jim here. As he is under my
protection, the assault on him was also an assault on me.' It sounded good
and it must have looked good from the way he was standing, leaning forward
with his hands on the rail as he looked over the crew below him. `Jim has
refused to name his attacker, but as the Lord is my witness, the next man
who tries to take advantage of him when he says no, will answer to me. When
and if Jim says no, he means no!'

     Oh shit! I thought. He's given me licence to say yes if I do want
somebody else to fuck me. Clever bastard.

     `I've given Jim a knife to use on anybody who tries to take advantage
of him with him saying no and God help the man that I find limping because
of it. Now dismiss and go about your duties' He then turned round and
picked me up again and carried me down below.

     `William,' I said when we were alone and I was lying on our bed. `Did
I understand exactly what you said up there. That if any of them wanted to
fuck me and I said yes, you wouldn't mind?'

     `Jim,' he said, kneeling down by the bed and stroked my face. `I don't
own you. You are yourself. If you fancy a change now and again, I'll not
try and stop you. All I ask is that you come back to me. I...I've come to
...to like you very much and I want you to grow strong and be able to take
care of yourself. Tomorrow we'll see about teaching you the art of sword
fighting. I...I...' he broke off for I could see tears in his eyes and I
knew then that he loved me but was unable to say it himself. Tears came to
my eyes and they ran unheeded down my cheeks.

     `William,' I managed to choke out. `Come to bed and make love to me.'
It was a pleading voice and I saw him wipe the back of his hand across his
eyes before he turned and quickly took his clothes off and got onto the bed
with me. It was with some fumbling before my pantaloons were off and I
turned round and rose up onto my knees for the man I now loved, knowing
that he loved me, get behind me and show me how much he loved me. His prick
was harder than I'd known it before and I drooled again as it passed
through the portals of my gate and he fully entered me. It was a glorious
fuck that I had as he reamed me with a burning intensity that made us both
vibrate in the passion he put into his shafting of me. He compounded that
love by staying inside me as he used his hand to masturbate me on my
erection till I cried out and came all over the bed sheet.

     His love for me showed by not letting me leave the bed for the whole
of the next day and hand fed me himself with different kinds of mush that
Cookie supplied which was more for swallowing than chewing.

     `I'd rather swallow your sperm,' I said to William that night in bed
and over his protests, still went down the bed and took his erection into
my mouth and though I didn't suck as well as I could, still brought him to
the point where he came, with quite some force, into my mouth, which also
showed him of the love that I had come to feel for him.

     Next day I was just dumped into the pool without ceremony. He knew I
was much better in myself even though my left eye was now a funny yellow
colour and the eyeball still bloodshot.

     I was out on deck that night seeking out the man that had attacked me
and I found him and waited till he was alone before I sidled up to him.

     `Hello Bill,' I said softly in his ear and he whirled round to face
me. `Let me give you a present for your attentions on me,' and I stuck my
knife into his upper thigh, near his groin. He gasped and whirled away,
almost running down below deck while I sheathed my knife and went to my
cabin to have William give me a lovely good fucking session.

     It was during the morning watch that Mr Tombs noticed Bill Wilkinson
limping about doing his chores.

     `Bosun!' he called out. `Get Wilkinson here before the poop and send
for the Captain. Jump to it!' The bosun and his mate grabbed the man and
brought him below the poop deck while a man was sent for the
captain. William appeared and went up onto the poop deck. I was up in the
rigging at the time and seeing what was going on, slithered down a stay and
went and stood by the captain who was listening to what Mr Tombs had to
say.

     `Pull his trousers down,' roared William to the men now holding Bill
Wilkinson. This was soon done to reveal a dirty rough bandage around his
upper thigh. `How did you come by that wound to your leg?' William called
out.

     `I caught it on a spike,' he answered in a belligerent tone.

     `Pull that bandage off,' William ordered, and the bosun pulled it down
his thigh.

     `That's a knife wound Captain,' the bosun called up.

     `Did you knife him Jim?' he asked me.

     `I did,' looking down at him, knowing that I had just sentenced the
man to death.

     `You all heard what I said about my cabin boy,' William cried
out. `Throw him over the side.'

     `No Captain,' the man cried out. `No! He wanted it!'

     `No I didn't,' I said in a low voice but loud enough for the Captain
and the other officers to hear me.

     `Throw him over!' William almost screamed, and the bosun and his mate
ran the man to the side and heaved him out into the sea. He screamed as he
went over and it was only cut off when he went under for the first
time. His voice shouting out was heard for several minutes as the ship
moved on, leaving him in our wake. I had no remorse in me and that was when
I grew up a little more. It was basically a Judas kiss that I had given him
but I killed him as surely as if I had actually twisted the knife into his
heart. From that point on, the crew were very wary of me and gave me a
respect that wasn't really deserved for what I had done. But it showed them
that I wasn't a boy to be messed with even if I was only twelve years of
age.

                                                            *

     That day, I had the ship's blacksmith make me a short sword that I
would be capable of handling and began at once to be taught by the officer
not on watch that wasn't sleeping, as to how to handle this blade of
death. This we did in the mornings along with the exercises laid down by
William to strengthen my arms. The afternoons were taken up with being
taught navigation and in the evenings, celestial navigation. I still had my
other duties as cabin boy, helping Cookie and serving the meals, so I
didn't have much time to myself, which I didn't want at night, especially
when I was in bed with William.

     Then came the capture of the Spanish ship where I had a small part to
play on the gun deck acting as the powder monkey. Seeing that each gun had
enough powder and standing by with sand to grit the deck if blood was
spilt. Water too, for they used quite a bit every time they sponged out the
barrel before reloading. There were only two broadsides fired and the
bloody noise was deafening, but it caused an enormous amount of damage to
that other ship. So there wasn't much resistance when the two came together
and our men boarded it for some hand to hand fighting. I was back up on the
poop deck to see this, hopping about and wishing that I was able to take
part.

     William led the men over and it didn't take long for him to disarm the
Spanish captain with his sword play and so they soon struck their colours
and the ship was ours. Not for very long for it was slowly starting to
settle in the water because of two ruddy great holes at the waterline. It
stayed afloat long enough for us to transfer most of its cargo over to
ours, this mainly being spices.

     William didn't want to keep the prisoners we took on board too long
because of feeding and watering them and so a course was set for Antigua. I
took advantage of knowing where we were going to write three letters, all
to home back in England, to say that I was safe and alive and not to worry
about me. I glossed over about my time with the pirates saying that I was
well treated and how I escaped and was now working on board a privateer.

     They were quite long letters, all being the same so that they could be
sent by different ships hoping that at least one reached my family. These
were taken by William and given to the Governor for forwarding while he
discussed about our prisoners. The Governor agreeing to be the go between
in respect of the ransom money. Of course he would get a good percentage
out of the deal though he explained that it could be a year before the
exchange took place.

     I wasn't allowed to go ashore because of all the drunken seamen in the
town and William didn't have time to take me. Besides, we only stayed there
three days to take on fruit and fresh water before putting out to sea
again.

                                                            *