Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2005 06:56:27 +0000
From: Jorge Grossao <grossao13@hotmail.com>
Subject: grossao-pornstar/captain-grossao

CAPTAIN GROSSAO
by Jorge Alvarez

I look in the mirror and I see a sexy, slutty girl dressed as a lady. She's
wearing a magnificent silk dress in silver and gold, showing off a gorgeous
cleavage and a long slender neck. She's wearing a white wig with silvery
curls framing the delicate oval of her angelic face. The large green eyes
with long eyelashes, over high cheekbones, an upturned nose and a firm chin,
stare back at me enticingly.

She turns around, swaying her narrow waist, revealing under the ample silk
skirts the round, appetizing curves of a young perky bottom. She lifts the
skirts, showing her long shapely legs enhanced by sheer silk stockings held
by black lace garters. A few inches more... and I see that her pretty bottom
is totally bare and she raises the two plump, white globes, tigh together,
forming a deep, inviting valley, showing deep, deep in there, the open lips
of a moist pink pussy.

She likes to be called that, Pussy, but her real name is Patrick. That's me,
Patrick O'Hara, 16, from Tipperary, captured by pirates in the Caribbean.
I'm that pretty girl, and I dress like that every night to please him, my
lover, my master, my big fucker, Captain Grossao.

The room in the Captain's quarters aboard The Black Orchid, the pirate ship,
is dimly lit by candles. I lie on a red velvet couch, on large damask
pillows, fanning myself with a fuzzy white feather fan. I smell of a strong
perfume, a mix of musk and sandal, like a courtesan. Under my skirts I have
a hardon. I sneak my delicate hand under the silk folds and play with my
hard, thick cock.

Back in Ireland, the girls were fond of me. Tall and handsome, wide
shoulders, long red hair, well built and athletic, I cut a winning figure
and was destined to become a merchant ship captain like my father. I was his
cabin boy in my maiden trip to Jamaica when we were captured. I saw my dad
cut to pieces by Captain Grossao's thugs. I was the only one on board whose
life was spared.

"Let's save the pretty boy for the Captain", they said. "He-he-he, boy, you
gonna have a great time with our Captain, before he throws you to the
sharks..."

I shudder. I'm so innocent, I can't imagine what "great time" I can have
with a  barbarous pirate chief... When I'm finally brought before him in
chains, while our ship burns down and sank, my jaw drops at the sight of
Captain Grossao.

He towers over me, looming large like the devil, black as night, his bulging
muscles bursting under a tight and bloodied white shirt, a red bandana tied
around an incredibly thick neck, black shorts revealing majestic, rippled
thighs, a shiny shaven head, large knowing eyes and a wicked white smile.
His long sharp teeth glare in the Caribbean sun.

"Well done, men, you got me a peach of a prize here... Come closer boy, turn
around, let me see your butt".

I try to fight but the men push me around. They whistle lewdly when the
Captain fondles and pinches my butt with his large, strong hands. I get an
immediate hardon.

"Look at that, Captain, the boy is hard! He likes you already..."

"He's good. Tight young ass, just how I like them. Take him to Rosie and
tell her to get the boy ready for me".

I hope that Rosie is a good old woman, but no, she's a man, a pirate just
like the others, only gay, a real sissy, some mulatto guy with dreadlocks,
tight shorts and a tank top.

"Hi darling... holy shit, you're so cute! Look at that red hair, those green
eyes, that gently freckled skin, you're a peach, dearie, the Captain will
have the time of his life with you".

"What's this 'great time' with the Captain you people keep talking about? I
don't see how I can enjoy being a prisoner of some godamn dirty pirate!"

"Watch your mouth, sweetie, the Captain doesn't like swearing around here.
You'll see, when your big moment comes, you'll have a wonderful time with
him, I promise you. Now let's wash this cute little man, get you groomed and
dressed for your first night on the Black Orchid".

While Rosie washes me like a big baby, in a huge brass tub, my first warm
bath in weeks, she tells me her story. She was born Roselmo, in Salvador,
Bahia, the capital of colonial Brazil, the son of a slave woman and her
white Portuguese master. His own father had deflowered him when he was 9.
When he grew up, he met by chance the leader of a slave revolt, a big black
warrior called Jorge Grossao.

The revolt was crushed, but some of the fugitive slaves were able to
overwhelm the crew of a ship and they fled to the Caribbean, where they
became bold, sucessful pirates under the command of Captain Grossao. They
plundered all sorts of ships, killed everybody and amassed a treasure on
board, not only in gold and jewels, but also in ladies' clothes.

Rosie brings me to a large walk-in closet full of dresses, wigs, and all
kinds of feminine finery. I look at myself naked in the mirror and feel
proud of my strong, beautiful body. My cock stands erect.

"Darling, what a nice hardon... Let me give him a little kiss. Mmmm, so
sweet and manly... What a waste... The Captain won't have any use for that,
but I can give you a good time, after he's done, if you know what I mean..."

I don't. I feel puzzled and ashamed. Rosie wraps a silk ribbon around my
cock and balls and pulls them up, tying the ribbon on my waist. My manhood
is now out of sight. Then she takes a corset from a hook and tightens it
around my waist. When she's done, Rosie tells me to turn around and look at
my bum. It looks really sexy, my big round white buttocks topped by the
tight corset.

She makes me slip on a pair of silk stockings, that look great on my
hairless legs. Then she ties the black garters, which tickle my naked
thighs. Rosie picks a silk dress, a huge one with folded skirts and a
strapless top. She compliments me on my full pecs which under the silk look
like a girl's breasts.

Rosie has me sit at a vanity and she applies rouge to my cheeks, powder to
my nose and chin, thick red lipstick to my full heart-shaped lips. A large
black beauty spot is carefully apllied to my left cheek. She tops it all
with a white wig that, according to her, used to belong to a French marquise
who was now in the belly of a shark, after everybody in her ship had been
slaughtered.

I can't believe it when I stand up and look at myself in the mirrors. Rosie
has turned me into a stunningly beautiful woman, a little slutty but
gorgeous. Now, I ask myself, what is all that for? A masquerade ball? A
play? What part am I supposed to take? In my innocent dumbness, I don't have
a clue.

Rosie feeds me and then she brings me to a candle-lit room to wait for the
Captain. She tells me to lie on a large canopied bed, covered with rich
damask and huge pillows. I'm so tired, I get asleep. I don't hear it when
the Captain finally comes in, after a long hard day of slaughter and
plunder.

I wake up with his large hands holding my face. I open my eyes and I can
only see his huge black face, with a lustful gaze and a fat tongue darting
between gleaming white teeth. I'm startled and I recoil in fear.

"Hush, little pussicat, don't be afraid. My I ask your ladyship's name?"

"Patrick".

"That's not a very ladylike name. I'll call you Pussy, what about that?"

"That's not very ladylike either. What do you want from me?"

"I'm here to entertain you, my lovely Lady Pussy. You think I'm a barbarous
pirate, don't you?"

"Well, ye... Not really... I guess you are a... great Captain!"

"Great? No, I'm... huge! He-he-he... No, really, you hear people say the
most terrible things about me, I'm a murderer, a butcher, a vicious
sanguinary savage, and they're right. What they don't know is that I have a
gentle side. I can be very good... with a lady like you".

"I'm not a lady".

"Really? What are you? A slut?"

"You know very well what I am. Now, please, tell me, what do you want from
me?"

"I want us to have a good time, Lady Pussy, just that. Did you enjoy your
bath, your new clothes, your meal? Did Rosie treat you well?"

"Yes, I feel great. She's very nice. She told me all about you".

"Did she? Did she tell you about the curse?"

"No! What curse?"

"A witch, back in Brazil where I was born, cursed me when I was a child. She
said that my fate would be to kill thousands, always killing and
slaughtering, even those I would love most, until the day I'd find a girl, a
beautiful young woman, who would conquer my heart by telling me an unending
story, so I'd have to spare her life, always waiting to hear from her the
next episode. That's my curse. I haven't found that girl, and I keep killing
people".

"Oh, poor Captain... I wish I could help you... I can tell you a story, if
you want..."

"Yes, I'd love to... Go ahead! I'm listening."

The captain lies in the bed by my side and unties his shorts. I help him out
of his bloodied clothes. He smells of gore and old sweat. The smell of a
savage male, a jungle beast. It makes my head spin. He's naked now, and my
eyes almost pop from my head when I see his huge monster of a dick. Very
long, thicker than my forearm, the giant head glistening with precum.

I try not to look and to concentrate on the story I'm going to tell him.
While I'm preparing to begin, the Captain gets comfortable, hugging me from
behind and lifting my skirts. I feel his large hands on my bare buttocks. It
tickles, but it feels good. Male bonding at its best, I guess. It must be
the pirate's way. So I begin.

"Once upon a time there was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy, they say he
wandered very far, very far, over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye
but very wise was he. Do you want to hear the rest, Captain?"

"Yeah, it begins well, just let me get more cuddly here, hugging you".

Now the big black man shoves his powerful legs under my skirts and rests his
head on the back of my neck, closing his eyes. I feel his humongous hard
cock finding its way between my naked thighs. I feel queasy, but I think
that those being the pirate ways of male bonding, I'd better let him get
comfy. He purrs like a big cat, ready for my story.

"He was a big boy, tall and strong, ready for a life of adventure. He had
read maybe too many pirate tales, and he dreamed of becoming one of them. So
he enlisted himself as a cabin boy in a merchant ship heading for the
Caribbean".

"That sounds familiar", says the Captain, adjusting his body so that now the
big hard dick is all the way through my thighs, lifting the front of my
skirts as it presses its huge shaft against my belly. I don't know why but I
have a raging hardon. Thank god, my own cock is safely hidden by the silk
ribbon that Rosie has wrapped around it. I feel the Captains wiry pubes
scratching my buns. Strangely, I feel safer than ever in his strong arms.

"The boy's ship was captured and every single person on board but him was
slain by the pirates. The boy was frightened but at the same time he felt
grateful, for his life had been spared. It seemed that the pirate captain
liked the boy for some mysterious reason".

"I don't see any mystery there", says the Captain. "Wasn't the boy a
handsome Irish lad?"

"Yes, he was handsome and Irish. How do you know?"

"Just a guess. He-he-he..."

Captain Grossao is now fondling my butt, letting his fingers drift along the
crack between my buns and slide inside, tickling me. As it feels so good, I
moan a little and then proceed with my story.

"To his surprise, the boy was bathed, fed and dressed. But they gave him
women's clothes. A glamorous, wonderful dress, with lots of smooth silk
skirts. The boy had never felt so pampered. All the soft, perfumed fabric in
which he saw himself floating, like in a cloud, reminded him of his mother,
and his happy childhood. It almost made him cry with longing... and
happiness too. He felt all limp, and slutty, and ready to surrender. He even
forgot that he was born a male. Then the Captain came, all naked. The boy
felt scared again, but when he saw the Captain's... huge weapon... So big...
The boy had never seen anything so enormous... So awesome... He let the
Captain hug him from behind, lifting his skirts, and shove the magnificent
cock between his thighs..."

Captain Grossao spits in his hands and brings his wet fingers back to my
crack. He finds my hole and rubs me tenderly, getting my whole body even
more excited. He opens my tiny hole with one, then two, then three fingers,
while he says strange things in my ears, calling me Pussy.

"The boy doesn't understand what the pirate is up too. He guesses it's some
kind of male bonding. Like Queequeg and Ishmael in Moby Dick, a book that
will be written one hundred years from now. Something that men do in ships
when they're far away from land, from women, from their former lifes. The
big black pirate caresses the boy's butt and it feels so good the boy is
almost crying with joy. The boy wonders what the captain would do if the boy
were a real woman. Then he would have a pussy, ready to please the horny
pirate. It occurs to the boy that his tiny hole is a pussy in miniature.
Actually, from the way the black man's fingers are working his hole, soon it
will become just like a real pussy. What is it that the pirate captain has
in mind?"

Now Captain Grossao pulls his enormous dick from between my thighs and
places the giant head between my butt cheeks. I feel the big head throbbing
against my now loosened hole. It's a strange sensation, the hard meat
pressing on my tender flesh. I can't deny it feels great. I let him do it. I
feel the big head spitting precum into my hole. Awesome...

"The boy wants so much to please his host. The pirates have killed his
father, so now he has no one else in the world. He feels that the captain
likes him, he feels protected in the big man's arms. He wants to be more
than just a cabin boy to this nice killer. If he were a woman, he'd do what
women do, and let him make love to... him... her... The boy is confused...
He's a young man... Dressed as a young woman... More and more he feels what
a woman would feel in his place... The big cock well placed at the borders
of his... asshole... pussy... The big head rubbing, brushing, nudging,
poking, caressing, trying to peek inside..."

Captain Grossao holds me tighter and shoves his hips forward. I feel a
brief, piercing pain, and then numbness, a wave of ecstasy rushing from my
bowels through my whole body, the presence of him inside me, gigantic,
all-encompassing, engrossing, absolute. It's his cock! He's inside me like a
beast burrowing through my virgin flesh... my pussy...

"Suddenly the boy understands. And he's no longer a boy... nor a woman...
He's a pussyboy, born male and turned into a slut to please his captain, oh
my captain, and his whole life opens up before him, a life of love and
adventure in a pirate ship as the captain's bitch, humping back to get more
of the giant dick inside his pretty ass... And he takes off his wig... And
loosens his long red hair... And kisses his black master... My wonderful
fucker... My delicious killer... Cumming and cumming, endlessly... As the
giant dick shoots its fountain of male juice deep in my butt... Seeding me,
breeding me as the pirate's slut, now that I'm no longer Patrick... I'm
Pussy, Captain Grossao's Pussy..."

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