Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2018 11:59:12 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: The Jupiter chapter 3 MEN AND BOYS OF THE JUPITER By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: This work is fiction. No actual pirates were harmed. The story involves consensual sex between men, between men and boys, and between boys. If this offends you, please do not read the story. If not, enjoy. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this story is set at the very end of Queen Anne's War (also known as the War of Spainish SUccession in Europe), which lasted from 1702 to 1714. The period after the war up until the early 1720's were the Golden Age of Piracy. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I have and you should too. It takes money to run the archive and these stories would have trouble finding another home. CHAPTER THREE The Taking of the Asturias A sail on the horizon is a big event on board. It would be on any ship, of course, but a pirate ship is different. The world is full of hunters and the hunted. A fat merchantman to prey on or a Queen's frigate? No way to know at this distance. Alexander Irwin snapped his telescope shut. NOthing to see. All there was visible from the quarterdeck were the t'gallants. He tucked the glass in his waistband and he climbed the foretop like a monkey, straight up the mast to the crow's nest, foregoing the lubbers hole and going up the outside like any true seamn would. Deacon was the look out up there. "Whattya see Deacon?" The older man shrugged and pointed his glass toward the sails at a distance. "She's a merchantman. right enough. Spanish probably. Fat and slow, she is." "Slow enough, perchance?" "Depends on the wind gauge. Cap'n" Deacon said. Irwin couldn't decide if he was being cheeky or not. He decided not. It was truism but Irwin thought it was as profound as Deacon could muster. It would depend on the wind gage. "She'll be armed" Irwin said to no one in particular "As are we" Deacon answered. Irwin smiled. "Yes, my Deacon, we are well armed and ruthless to the core. We take that which we want, huh?" "Aye, Cap'n" The merchantman fell off before the wind a few points -- she surely saw Jupiter before Jupiter saw her if she had a lookout at all -- giving the other ship searoom. Jupiter flew no flag and certainly not a pirate flag but she was clearly a sloop of war and that was common practice. The merchantman was giving them room. She was across the horizon and nearly level to them at 2 miles distance when Irwin ordered the ship to tack. Without running up a flag, they began to load their guns and run them out. The men had filtered up to the deck in the two hours it had taken for the merchantman to come and those in the trees with muskets had taken their place. With all plain sail, he tacked coming across the stern of the the ship called Asturias. They tried to luff but did it badly and ended up in irons. Jupiter glided past their stern and as they did the guns on the starboard side barked one after another as they passed by, sending shot the length of the ship. 5 cannon balls stern to bow settled it. The captain or whatever officer it was fell against a rail, waving a white handkerchief. Irwin went with a dozen men, all strong and lively, armed to the teeth across in the long boat. He scampered up the gangway, hoisting himself on deck. This was the crucial moment. If motivated and led, Irwin would be dead in nearly an instant. In truth, the whole enterprise depends on the prey deciding to lay down and roll over, pay them off and hope that the price isn't too bad. As it was Asturias was armed as well as Jupiter but was manned indifferently and led by Spanairds. "Why have you fired on me, Senor? It is a slaughterhouse below" the Spanish officer demanded. "England and Spain are at peace" Irwin considered whether to kill him or not. "I fired on you because I meant to board you. Board you and take what I will. Then, if I be generous, send you on your way to report my piracy to the authorities." Fortunately, the captain of the Asturias spoke enough English to understand what he was to do. He was terrified of the pirates. Irwin directed his men to disable the guns and they spiked the touchholes of the ancient 12 pounders quickly and efficiently. Irwin thought none of the crew worth taking so he had them taken below and locked in to foc's'l. One of his men, George Watkins, seemed almost giddy at the level of blood and gore from their nearly half dozen round shot. Irwin had no interest in the meagre belongings of the crew but he did want the luxury items of the captain and the grandees traveling. Young Gabriel along with Cadogan's boy Paddy and a strong seaman stripping cabins clean of cheeses and wine and jams and the like. The passengers were crowded on deck and pushed aft, well in range of Jupiter's guns. Irwin snatched obvious jewelry and searched them looking for hidden storage within petticoats and waistcoats, finding some. Once they got the Asturia's cutter warped and loaded with the first press of goods, Irwin sent a crew down to search for the serious wealth -- the jewels, the reals and pieces of eight hidden away. A boy, a negro boy, broke from the group on deck and moved toward Irwin. The crew around him quickly leveled their weapons to shoot. He stopped them, thinking the boy no danger. The boy, black as tar, was of medium height and young but even under his baggy livery Irwin reflected that he spied a lean and hard body, not nearly fully grown but well advanced from boyhood. "Veulves Antoine" a woman in a velvet dress, lately shorn of a pearl and ruby necklace, called out to him. The black boy stood in front of Irwin. "I go with you, sir" Irwin grinned a little and shrugged. "You do, do you? Perhaps I say no" The boy nodded his head. "I go with you" "As what?" "A servant. For you" "I have a cabin boy. It doesn't matter. YOu choose but know this, it will be years before you see a woman to lay with," Irwin said punching one hand into another. "You'll be full grown or swinging from gibbet before you lay with a woman but your arse will be well used before daybreak tomorrow." "I need no woman" Antoine said. Irwin looked him in the eye with a look of steel. He took his left hand and rammed it in the boy's crotch through his fancy liver, grabbing his privy member and judging it large. The boy didn't move. But he did reach over and take the left hand of Irwin and clamp it on his ass. Then he gave a half smile. "Very well. Stockdale will tend to you." Irwin said, nodding in the direction of a large seaman. "Take him below and get his dunnage. He can be cook's mate" The haul was only moderate in jewelry and gold but the cargo manifest showed 30 butts of sherry and 20 butts of salt cod and a block and tackle was rigged to offload them. Satisfied that he had all he wanted, Irwin took his leave and the men retreated to the long boat and cutter pull back across to the Jupiter. Back on board, Irwin ordered his crew to make sail as soon as they had their booty safely aboard. He was headed off due east, clearly out to sea and intended to carry on that tack until well clear of the Asturias and then turn northwest, making for a likely cove between the St. John's and Port Royal Sound. Campbell was angry with him, though. "Why didn't you kill the Dago?" Campbell demanded. "There was no need. He surrendered well enough and he knows nothing that they couldn't easily find out and would in any event." "Softness is bad business" Irwin clapped him on the shoulder. "There will be blood enough to come in later days, trust me my brother. Blood enough for all" It took two days to to outtack and elude any pursuit, which even Irwin acknowledged was unlikely. Cadogen thought it always best to disappear and he plotted a route that ensured it. But then, Jupiter glided silently into a sound between two barrier islands and past the marshes up a good sized stream a mile until the marshes began to turn to hardwood forest. There they anchored. They broke out the wine plundered from the Asturias and busted open dozen or more butts of it to let the men get their fill. After a night of drunkenness, they would divide the booty -- two shares for Irwin, 1 1/2 for Campbell and Cadogen, 1 1/4 for the boatswain and the gunner, a share for everyone man over 16 and a half share for boys under 16. They would make sure it was fair. The drunkenness grew as the wine was slopped out. The night, mid summer and humid in the fetid air, was heavy and dank. Some men went ashore with a pair of wine casks and were dancing by fire, mates together or pairs of men or a trio sharing a boy. Laughter and yelling and cursing with the occassional discharge of weapons could be heard on board. Irwin stayed aboard having little use for land. He lay on a hammock strung up on the bowsprit to catch whatever air there may be with young Malcolm beside him, erect as Irwin idly masturbated him, pulling his foreskin tight and twisting it slightly before sliding it back down and holding on to his small balls as he did, regaling him of tales of other boys on other ships. Irwin too was erect and Malcolm slowly stroked his lover's thick tool as he listened and laughed. Campbell came up with young Leon, his particular boy, naked as they all were on this night. The boy had not yet caught his growth and was hairless below but Irwin fancied not for long as his jewels had dropped and his privy member was lengthened out and curved. He has increasingly a dark haired, dark eyed beauty and Irwin could see that his friend had chosen well. "Well, Alexander," Campbell said, slurring his words a bit, "I wonder have you fully rogered this tender specimen of boy?" Irwin chuckled. "Not fully. I fancy I shall allow him some measure of innocence yet, for the time being. When he is closer to ripe I shall pluck the cherry. I take it, though, you have ridden young Leon?" "I have ridden him and he has ridden me. I can give and take" "Admirable, Campbell. I wholeheartedly agree. It is for the marrying churchgoing folk to not have experienced the sublime pleasures of being violated by a lustful and hungry young man. "But if you need to plunder an arse this night, Leon would oblige" "Well, now that you mention it, I do feel a particular hunger. Perhaps Leon you could go below and fetch some lard." There was a ruckus off the starboard side, the sound of men laughing and swearing and the sounds of oars hitting the water in an uneven stroke. "JUpiter Ahoy!" the call came out. "Coming aboard and bearing a fucking little cunt" Irwin figured them fully drunk and made no reply. A half dozen fell through the tumble home joined by young Antoine, naked and partially erect, his coal tar skin glistening in the moonlight from the sweat of such a hot and humid night. "Begging you pardon, Cap'n but this whoring daughter of a cunt," Stockdale. the big black seaman who was on board having run from a Royal Navy ship, said pushing Antoine forward "Is causing a spot of bother. He says that he will take every man jack in the arse but it has to be you first, Cap'n." "Every man? Every boy of a certain age?" "AYe" "BUt me first?" "Aye" Irwin smiled. "Well, I wouldn't deprive such brave men their reward and first is best indeed. But you won't need wooing or privacy, will you?" "No Cap'n. Right here is fine." "Well, let's see you boy" Antoine was young but not a boy, not really. His shoulders were wider than his hips and he had a triangular shock of black hair above his generous testicles and long, thick tool and even a straggling line of hair to his belly button, a punctuation mark for a flat and toned belly. Leon had come up from the galley with ladle full of tallow and arrived at a perfect time. "I am afraid, Leon, that I need to bugger Antoine here for the good of crew morale. But if I am able, I will mount you up too by and by" Irwin said, taking the tallow and smearing it on his erect prick so that it was good and greased up. The remainder on his hand and a bit more went to slather up Antoine's ass. He stood, ass facing Alexander, with his feet wide apart, as Alexander roughly pushed the tallow into his butt cleft and then up and in his hole. He haunched down some and took his member in his hand, guiding it into the cleft of the cheeks until the tip rested against the hole and Irwin pushed it in. All the way in, with one smooth stroke. His torso was pressed up against Antoine's back, their skin against one another, Irwin's dick fully inside the younger guy. "Fuck him hard, Cap'n." one of the men said "Yeah, fuck him hard." another agreed Big Stockdale came up and stood in front of Antoine, so close that Irwin could feel the heat of Stockdales breath. With one hand he twisted his nipple and with the other took Antoine's generous tool in his hand and stroked it. "You like that, you bitch?" "I like it" Antoine said Irwin rocked back and forth, fucking him harder and stronger with each stroke, his beef tallowed prick sliding back and forth easily, his hips slapping against the ass cheeks. "I know you do, bitch" Stockdale said. "I'm gonna fuck him now, Cap'n. My juice is gonna be first" Irwin fancied that was probably what Antoine really wanted after all. Having the white captain be first was just a ploy, designed to make Stockdale want him more. He suspected that some noses and jaws were going to be broken this night because Antoine would, in the end, not be taking any dick in his ass that Stockdale didn't want him to have. So, Irwin pulled out and let Stockdale go to town. "All right, Leon, your turn now" Irwin said. He bent him over and plowed him deep. That boy had a tight hole. He suspected Campbell took more than he gave. No matter. Irwim plundered his ass all the same. And after he fired his cannon, he turned and saw the jealousy in Malcolm's eyes. Well, it'll be a third boy in a night, Irwin thought. The things he has to do for morale sake.