Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 04:50:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in the King's Navy - Part 4

Boys in the King's Navy - Part 4
By Bill

Three figures walked briskly through the dimly-lit passageway of
the war galley - Captain Zidane, a middle-aged Algerian
aristocrat; Samir, the captain's 18-year-old personal assistant,
enslaved five years earlier when the American merchant ship on
which he was the cabin boy had been seized; and Benjamin Kitts,
the 14-year-old powder-monkey of a British Navy gun crew,
captured only hours previously when the HMS Apollo was defeated
in battle. The first two were dressed in robes of fine material.
Benjamin was nude.

As they neared the captain's cabin, a shirtless black-skinned
boy was sitting on a stool outside the door, absent-mindedly
diddling his stiff penis through the diaphanous fabric of his
loose trousers.  When he saw the group approaching, the exotic
looking 12-year-old jumped to his feet, bowed deeply, and turned
the large iron key to unlock the cabin door.  Without speaking,
he immediately became effeminate and seductive in his body
language, and his hand returned to fondling his erection.  The
boy's sensuous eyes surveyed Benjamin's naked body, and with
clearly erotic intent the African sex-slave swiped the tip of
his tongue slowly across his upper lip.  Two weeks previously he
had been rented out to Captain Zidane by an Algiers boy-brothel
and was well-skilled and experienced in the sexual arts.  His
anus tingled in enthusiastic anticipation at the thought of the
impending man/boy orgy.

"Master will not require your services this afternoon, Hakim,"
said Samir. The boy's luscious full lips formed a petulant pout.
"When you serve his supper at the usual time, bring a double
portion," Samir continued.  "Until then, you may occupy yourself
as you wish, so long as you stay out of trouble."

The boy made a bow and then ran off, not having uttered a word.
He headed toward the crew's quarters, where his considerable
sexual charms - and his love of being fucked by men - would find
a more appreciative reception.

The captain's cabin was surprisingly ornate for a fighting ship.
A significant portion of the room was taken up by an oversized
feather-bed, on which sat the despondent Midshipman Chauncey
Grosvenor, still completely naked.  When he saw the captain and
the strange younger man (an Algerian who looked English and
spoke like an American) he jumped up off the bed and stood at
the bedside.  The presence of Benjamin puzzled Chauncey even
more; the relationship between the two boys had been awkward
ever since the midshipman's punishment, several weeks before, in
Captain Westmoreland's quarters.  The only thing of which
Chauncey was certain was that he dare not cover his genitals,
having been chastised for doing so when Zidane had first
examined him.

"Ah! Seeing again this jewel of boy-beauty is a sweet pleasure!"
exclaimed the captain in the Algerian dialect of Arabic.  "He
causes my heart to gallop with excitement, and my man-part to
stiffen with lust.  So pale and smooth and soft is his body.
Such splendidly round buttocks.  And he has a perfectly-formed
boy-part... even though it is uncircumcised.  Were it not for
the gold that his ransom will bring, I would be tempted to keep
him as my pleasure-slave."

"He will not be ransomed for at least a month, Master," said
Samir, also speaking Arabic; "so you will have him to enjoy for
that time.  And this one," he said, motioning to Benjamin, "can
be yours to play with for as long as you wish.  I think he will
retain for at least a year the boyish characteristics that most
appeal to you; perhaps for a good while longer."

"He appears a satisfactory bed partner.  But the blond-haired
one is unlike any I've seen since our illustrious Sultan visited
Algiers on his tour of the Empire, and he brought along the top
rank of his boy-harem - the most beautiful pleasure-boys from
every part of the Empire and beyond."

Neither boy understood the talk, of course, which only added to
their apprehension.  But when Samir began removing the captain's
clothing, with the brisk efficiency of an experienced valet, it
was becoming evident what would come next.  In another minute,
the Algerian captain was nude and reclining on his bed.  Though
of middle-age, he had not allowed his body to grow fat like the
indolent aristocrats at the palace.  But he was every bit as
sexually decadent as the courtiers back in Algiers, and his
manly cock - which was a good bit larger than average in both
length and girth - was already stiff with anticipation as he lay
back against the cushions and gazed lustfully at the naked boys.

"Give them some directions, Samir," said the captain.  "You
always know what I enjoy in these matters.  Take off your own
clothing too.  I desire that you join in."

"As you command," said the handsome 18-year-old with a sly grin.
Addressing the boys in English, he said "Lads, Captain Zidane is
your new master; you are his slaves.  Get that into your heads.
Your task now is to bring him pleasure... to his eyes, his ears
(even though he won't understand what you say), to every part of
his body, and especially his cock.  If you displease him for any
reason, the captain can be rather harsh, so try your best.  I
may give you some instructions as you go, but it would be better
if you took the initiative upon yourselves. I've a notion that
any boy who's served on an English ship knows a thing or two
about pleasing a man in bed... or at least that you do, Master
Powder-Monkey." He gave Benjamin a wink. "First off, you'll
stand beside the bed and caress each other with your hands and
kiss with your tongues, for the Captain's enjoyment. Go on, now.
Make a good show of it!"

Benjamin and Chauncey approached each other cautiously. Benjamin
was forcing a sexy smile, but the midshipman was blank-faced and
absorbed in his own thoughts, as his mind reacted with shock at
hearing that he was now a slave.

"Smile, damn you!" hissed the lower-class ship's boy quietly.
"You heard what the man said.  Don't be a bloody fool!"

Though it snapped him out of his mental stupor, the upper-class
midshipman instinctively took offense and hissed back under his
breath: "How dare you speak to an officer like...."  But before
Chauncey's last word came out, Benjamin planted a kiss on the
other boy's mouth and wrapped him in a hug.  Benjamin's hands
roamed sensuously down Chauncey's back to his shapely butt, and
his tongue invaded the boy's mouth.  The midshipman responded in
spite of himself, as his brain instantly generated sexual
arousal.  He also realized that Benjamin had probably saved him
from punishment, and he relaxed in the other boy's arms,
returning the caresses. Their tongues entwined sloppily, outside
their mouths, as a show for the Algerian captain, while their
stiffening cocks slid together obscenely.

"They make a handsome pair," said Zidane.

"That they do, Master," Samir replied as he finished removing
his own clothes.  He slid onto the bed next to the captain and
began stroking the older man's prodigiously-sized cock, as he
had done so many other times during his five years of slavery.
"Shall we see if they have skill with their mouths?" Samir
asked.

"Of course!  Test out the blond one first."

"Blondie," said the American, not recalling Chauncey's name.
"Get on your knees and suck Benjamin's cock for a bit.

Chauncey knelt down immediately and captured Benjamin's erect
penis in his mouth.  Memories of sucking the barely-pubescent
cock several weeks previously filled the midshipman's mind as
his lips began working up and down the slender shaft.  He
accentuated the slurping of his lips and tongue in hopes that
the wet sounds of sex would please the captain.

After a couple minutes of receiving the blow-job passively,
Benjamin added to the display by grasping handfuls of blond hair
and pulling Chauncey's head forward, while thrusting his cock
into the sucking mouth.  That began a vigorous face-fucking,
punctuated by Benjamin's exaggerated moans of pleasure.

"Alright lads; lie on the foot of the bed and suck each other at
the same time.  Do you know how to position yourselves in the
six and the nine?"  Both of them nodded, though it took Chauncey
a moment to connect the two numbers with the act he'd discovered
in sex-play with his young cousin on their country manor. Samir
positioned them to best visual effect.  "Benjamin on your back;
Blondie on top.  Let the captain get a good view of Blondie's
butt, and of both your cocks moving between lips."

Samir kept up his part as well, continuing to gently masturbate
Zidane, snuggling against his master's body, and pressing his
own erect cock against the man's thigh.  They both watched as
the two boys energetically sucked each others' young-adolescent
cocks simultaneously.

"They use their mouths well," said the captain admiringly after
watching the sex-show for several minutes.  "Tell the beautiful
one to come and lie with me, while the slender one sucks me."

In a moment, Chauncey was lying on the opposite side of Captain
Zidane from Samir.  Chauncey tried his best to repress the
distaste he felt for the pirate captain who had defeated his
ship in a one-sided battle that killed dozens of his shipmates,
and who was now pawing lasciviously at the boy's naked body.
Zidane was oblivious to any disdain, caring only about caressing
Chauncey's soft smooth body and exploring every accessible
surface of the boy's flawless pale skin.  With growing lust, he
began fondling Chauncey's youthful erection, while plunging his
tongue into the hesitant boy's mouth.  At the same moment,
Benjamin's lips were stretched wide, sliding ever-farther down
the man's fat erection.  The penis was among the thickest he'd
ever sucked, but he was well practiced in taking a large cock
into his throat.  The man purred with sensual delight as he
tongue-kissed and masturbated the beautiful aristocratic boy,
while being expertly serviced by Benjamin's skilled mouth and
his deep throat.

Samir stayed by his master's side, watching the scene, but did
not participate.  He was relieved that the Algerian was enjoying
the boys' efforts.  During the 5 years since his capture, it had
been Samir's daily chore to keep his master sexually satisfied,
whether by his own actions or in procuring a constantly-changing
series of boys like Hakim for his enjoyment.  The American never
underestimated the casual cruelty that the captain could exhibit
when anything displeased him - as the faded whip scars on
Samir's own back would attest - and he always strove to keep his
master content.

"Shall I have the blond boy mount you, Master?" he asked,
anticipating the next phase of sexual service.

"Yes!  A fine idea!"

"Blondie," said Samir to Chauncey.  "Lie atop your master,
kissing him intensely and rubbing your body against his.  And
Benjamin, you shall lick your shipmate's arse-hole to prepare it
for a fuck."

"Aye, sir!" said Benjamin.  He had been conditioned from a young
age to follow orders, including sexual demands, without question
or hesitation.

Chauncey repositioned himself on Zidane's chest, kissing him
with lips and tongue.  The captain ran his hands over the boy's
back and down to his ripe round buttocks, spreading them apart.
Benjamin brought his face down to rim the boy's asshole with
vigorous laps of his tongue.  He drilled at the clenched pucker,
lubricating the passageway.  Then he spit twice on his hand and
twisted his palm around the captain's cock-head, slathering it
with saliva and directing it toward Chauncey's anus.

"Sit up and ease your bum down on his cock," Benjamin said.
"I'll hold it steady for you and aim it in."  The midshipman
tried to back into the man's erection, but winced in pain as the
broad cock-head pressed against his tight hole.  He pulled away
and then tried again, gritting his teeth, but with same result.
"Come on, mate," urged Benjamin. "Sit yourself astride his hips,
like you was ridin' a horse, and then ease down on the saddle.
Ain't ya never been fucked this way before?"

"No," Chauncey whimpered.  He's been fucked only twice before,
and only once by a man - Captain Westmoreland - whose cock was
of rather smaller proportions than Zidane's.  But he did as
Benjamin suggested, sitting up straight and bringing himself
down on the upraised erection.   Benjamin used his free hand to
pull down on Chauncey's hip, but the boy cried out as the fat
cock-head again stabbed painfully at his tightly clenched anal
circle.

"Ouch!  Stop!  I can't do it!" wailed the upper-class boy.

Benjamin exchanged a worried glance with Samir.  They both
looked at the captain, who seemed to be losing his patience.

"I think, Master, that this one needs some encouragement to
motivate him," said Samir, as he shooed Benjamin aside and
brought the flat of his hand down sharply on Chauncey's butt.

The boy yelped again, as much in surprise as in pain.  But then
he clamped his jaw shut, determined not to cry out any more.  He
knew he could do so, having taken many a bare-bottomed spanking
from his private teacher back on his family's manor.  Chauncey's
body trembled as the young man's hand rained down rapid full-
strength smacks on the reddening butt, but the midshipman
silently accepted the painful punishment.

"Are you ready to ride your master's cock, lad?" asked Samir.
"Sorry to hurt you, but if I hadn't done it, Master might have
ordered you caned by the big sailor who lit into your foolhardy
skipper's backside a while ago."

"I think I'm ready now, sir.  And... thank you, sir," said the
humbled boy as he wiped at the tears running down his face.

Benjamin gave Zidane's cock a few sloppy sucks to wet it again,
and Chauncey repositioned himself.

"Push open your butt-hole as the prong is slidin' in, mate,"
whispered Benjamin, as the other boy slowly impaled himself on
the rod of cock-flesh.

Though he had little experience being fucked, Chauncey had much
more experience as a 'top', having paid to bugger several of the
ship's boys aboard the Apollo.  All of those boys seemed to have
enjoyed bottoming for the young midshipman.  And the time
Chauncey had been fucked by Westmoreland, the pain of
penetration had eventually given way to something more closely
resembling pleasure.

With a stoic effort, he not only refrained from crying out, but
managed to look as if he were enjoying the burning intrusion of
the man's thick circumcised cock into his ass.  And, sure
enough, the more he flexed his legs to slide the stiff penis
back and forth inside his chute, the more tolerable it became.
It was still quite painful, but he knew he could get through it.
He even generated the sighs and moans of lustful pleasure, even
though he felt no such thing.

Zidane resumed his exploration of the beautiful boy who was now
riding his cock.  The man's hands wandered over Chauncey's body,
feeling his silky blond hair, stroking his shoulders and chest
and arms, then grasping Chauncey's hips to establish the desired
cadence of up and down fuck-strokes.  And then the captain's
fingers went to the boy's crotch, fondling the soft penis and
ball-sack lasciviously in an effort to coax it to erection.

Meanwhile, beside them on the bed, Samir and Benjamin were
beginning to engage in activity of their own.

"Come to me, boy," said Samir.

Benjamin lay beside him on the bed. He felt at ease with the
young man, and the two snuggled together in a tender embrace.
Samir was quite handsome; strong, yet sensitive; sensible, yet
clearly smitten with Benjamin.  He reminded the boy of Angus,
the Royal Marine corporal on the Apollo who'd become Benjamin's
dearest adult friend, and whom he hadn't seen since before the
battle.

"I've taken a shine to you, Benjamin," said Samir in a whisper.

"My shipmates call me Kittsy, sir.  You can too if it pleases
you."

"Then Kittsie it shall be.  I wasn't fooling when I said that
I'd look out for you.  I convinced the captain that you
shouldn't have your balls sliced off, like what happened to the
other lad, and I'm trying to have him take you as his personal
servant, as I've been.  I was in your same situation 5 years ago
when my ship was captured.  I was 13; the cabin-boy on the
merchant ship Elena Gaye, out of New Bedford and bound for
Genoa. Captain Zidane changed my name from Samuel to Samir, had
the foreskin cut from my dick like a Muslim, and kept me as his
slave.  I'll tell you, though, that my life has been easier than
the fate of my shipmates, who toil in cruel labor... if they're
even still alive... in the mines and quarries, the brickworks
and tanneries, or on the rowing benches of galleys like this
one.  Your young officer there will get ransomed and sent home
in time.  But unless your government is more generous than I
expect, you won't and neither will the sailors from your ship.
So your best bet is to do as I did - make yourself sexually
desirable for the captain, learn to please him intensely, and
learn his language quickly.  With some luck, things will turn
out as tolerable for you as they've been for me."

Just then, Captain Zidane turned his attention from Chauncey,
and spoke to Samir.

"Come nearer, my love, and have the dark-haired boy mount your
cock while the blond one rides mine.  And have your boy face
toward your feet so I can see his buttocks and watch as your
cock spears his hole."

"Yes, Master," said Samir.  He directed Benjamin to give him a
quick suck to lubricate his cock, as he positioned himself so he
was leaning back on the same cushions on which the captain
reclined.  Then he positioned Benjamin so he was straddling the
young man's hips, facing away.  As Benjamin took the man's cock
inside his anus and eased into a comfortable fuck-rhythm, he
looked over at Chauncey right beside him.  The midshipman
managed an uneasy smile, and Benjamin gave him a wink, as both
boys rode men's cocks and showed off their sensuous young
bodies.

Impulsively, Chauncey leaned toward Benjamin and kissed him.
When Benjamin responded in kind, their tongues emerged to renew
their show of wanton open-mouthed kissing.  Chauncey's hand
grabbed hold of Benjamin's cock and began stroking it.  At that
moment his own youthful penis finally began stiffening in
Captain Zidane's hand, much to the Algerian's satisfaction.

Zidane reached over to feel Benjamin as well, fondling the boy's
slender butt.  His fingertips slid down to brush against Samir's
slippery erection as it slid in and out of the tight asshole.

The sounds of sex filled the cabin - moans and grunts; muttered
words of lust spoken in Arabic and English; the slapping sounds
of fucking and the swishing sounds of masturbation.  All four
participants were now totally involved in the giving and taking
of carnal pleasure.

"Turn around to face me, boy," said Samir to Benjamin after a
while; "so I can stroke the cream from your cock. The captain
enjoys the sight of a young lad's spunk shooting out."

Benjamin swung his legs around, smoothly rotating 180 degrees
while impaled on the man's rigid erection.  As the boy resumed
flexing his legs to ride the cock, Samir reached for the slender
adolescent boner.  As the man worked the boy's foreskin back and
forth on the perfect youthful glans, Benjamin groaned with
unfeigned ecstasy.  After only a couple minutes of vigorous
masturbation, Benjamin's penis shot off a spray of boy-cum onto
the man's chest and hand.  Samir could feel the spasms of the
boy's asshole, clenching at his cock, and he pulled Benjamin to
his chest, hugging the boy and thrusting his hips vigorously.
He'd never been very good at holding back his first orgasm of a
sex-session, and this time was no different.  He urgently
pounded his cock into Benjamin's body until his climax exploded
in his brain and out from his throbbing cock.  Pulses of hot
semen shot into the boy's rectum as the two kissed again, deeply
and passionately.

Zidane and Chauncey kept fucking at a steady pace, though the
attention of both was focused on the erotic scene that unfolded
right beside them.  And as Benjamin and Samir snuggled together,
whispering to each other in the afterglow of mutual orgasm,
Zidane was re-positioning Chauncey face-down on the bed and
penetrating him from behind.  When the captain was enjoying a
good fuck, he could keep going for a very long time, switching
among a variety of positions.

Just as Samir and Benjamin were playfully fondling each other to
renewed erections, in preparation for another sexual coupling of
their own....

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Demons from Hell!" muttered the captain.  "Who would dare to
disturb me at a time like this?"  He yelled out: "Enter!"

The ship's first-mate opened the door, staring wide-eyed for a
moment at the sexual tableau, and then looked down at his feet
deferentially.

"A thousand pardons, my captain, but... but...."  His voice
trailed off as he looked up again at the beautiful naked boys
atop the equally naked men.

"Spit it out, fool," said Zidane.  "Why have you interrupted my
pleasure time?"  He was already pushing Chauncey off of him and
rising up from his bed, his large dark-red cock sticking up
fully erect, slick with the juices of the boy's rectum.

"The English fleet is approaching... many ships, and two of them
carry a hundred guns each!  Coming at us from both east and
west.  The French warship has signaled that he is fleeing.  I
hesitated for as long as I could before disturbing you, but...."

Just then, the boom of canons sounded from a distance.

"You son of a syphilitic whore!  How long have you known this?"
Zidane quickly threw on his clothing, assisted half-way through
by Samir.  "Join me on deck after you dress," said the captain
to his personal slave.  "And lock up these English boys."  The
captain hurried off, together with the humbled officer.

Benjamin and Chauncey were totally confused, not having
understood any of the Arabic conversation.  As Samir related
what had been said, the boys' expressions showed a mix of
anxiety and hope, but they dared not express to the young man
what they were thinking.

Samir surprised them by saying exactly what was on their minds:
"This is our chance for freedom, lads!  I have a plan to aid our
cause; something that I worked out long ago, just for such a
situation.  It will take boldness and bravery to carry it out.
Are you with me?"

"Aye!" shouted both boys at once.

Samir led them through a side door into his own small cabin,
adjacent to the captain's.  From a trunk he pulled items of
clothing, both Algerian and European.  The three of them put on
English trousers, but Algerian jackets.  Samir also retrieved
two daggers and a pistol from a hiding place.   He gave the
daggers to the boys and primed the gun as he quickly described
his plan.

"Are we set, then?" he asked.  The boys nodded, grinning
excitedly.

The first destination was the ship's storage room, where they
began piling arm-loads of swords onto three squares of canvass.
When a group of Algerian sailors entered to get weapons of their
own, Samir merely said: "Captain's orders," and the explanation
satisfied them.  Samir might have been a slave, but he spoke
with authority after 5 years as the captain's assistant.

The three of them half-dragged the heavy bundles of weapons,
with Samir leading the way, down two flights of steps to the
rowing deck.  After grabbing the ring of keys that hung outside
the door, Samir opened the sturdy lock, and they entered a large
room containing 60 naked galley-slaves, sitting four-across, two
per oar.  The brutally rapid pace of rowing was being beaten out
on a drum, and the wiry muscles of the slaves strained with
exertion.  The sounds of the drum, of whips striking bare backs,
and of groaning men pushed to their limit combined with a nearly
overpowering stench to create a hellish environment.  The two
Algerian overseers were so busy moving up and down the center
aisle between the rowing benches, whipping the galley-slaves to
make them row even harder, that they didn't notice the intruders
at first.

As Samir took aim with his pistol and dropped the overseer who
was farthest away, Benjamin and Chauncey pounced on the other,
slashing and stabbing with their daggers and quickly dispatching
him.  The rowers looked on with initial disbelief as they
continued pulling at their oars for one or two more strokes.
Then they stopped rowing and let their oars go slack in the
water.  A third Algerian, who had been beating out the rowing
pace on a big kettle-drum, dropped face-down to the floor.

"Please masters!  Mercy!  Don't kill me!"

"Help us free the rowers, then," ordered Samir.

Four long chains ran down the length of the room, passing
through rings that were welded to the shackles around the rowers
ankles.  After each chain was unlocked it was pulled from the
other end, rapidly freeing the slaves.

At first, a group of them pounced on the drum-beater, clawing at
his body in rage and strangling his neck.

"Don't bother with him!" said Samir in both Arabic and English.
"Take up a cutlass and do battle with the sailors and officers
up on the main deck.  The English ships will soon catch up to us
with our oars slack in the water.  You will be free men if you
fight hard, and you can take your revenge for the abuse you've
received."

A shout went up, and they ran out the door and up the
passageways, cutlasses in hand.  The naked men were thin and
dirty, most having long scraggly hair and beards, but their
shoulders and arms were incredibly strong.  They poured out onto
the deck like wraiths rising from Hell, and they fought
ferociously.

Samir, Benjamin, and Chauncey returned to the storeroom to
gather up yet more weapons, and then made one more stop before
joining the fight.  Not far away was the locked room in which
were held the captured sailors from the Apollo.  The prisoners
were tightly packed in the too-small room.  The only one not
standing was Captain Westmoreland, curled in a ball and moaning
in pain.  The wounds from his savage beating had scabbed over,
but the internal pain from his brutal rape by a monstrously
large cock still raged in his guts.

When confronted by the single Algerian guard outside the door,
Samir said: "My master wants the English captain brought to him.
Open the door."  While the guard pondered the strangeness of the
situation, Benjamin neatly sliced his throat from behind.  Samir
and the two boys cast off their Algerian jackets and were now
dressed just like the British sailors that they were freeing.

As the new group of insurgents entered the battle on the main
deck, and the galley sat nearly dead in the water for lack of
oar-power, a swift British frigate overtook them. The HMS Athena
was a near-twin of the Apollo.  Sharpshooters in the rigging
began picking off Algerians with efficient precision, and in
another moment it was over.  Freed slaves and prisoners shouted
for joy, joined by cheers from the Athena's crew as the frigate
pulled alongside.

Benjamin, Chauncey, and Samir (who henceforth would again be
named Samuel) were made welcome aboard the Athena, signing on as
crewmembers.  As the story of their actions spread throughout
the crew of the frigate, the three were hailed as heroes.

Later that night....

Chauncey lay on his bunk in the midshipmen's quarters, wearing
only thin cotton under-britches in the warm summer air.  His
head was spinning from too much wine at the celebration thrown
for him by the Athena's officers.  The handsome young aristocrat
had re-told his story so many times that he could no longer
clearly distinguish fact from embellishment.  But now his mind
turned to Benjamin, and sexual desire began to consume him.  His
hand went to his crotch as he fantasized getting naked with the
other boy... kissing each other passionately... grasping each
other's cock and stroking as their passions rose.  Perhaps there
was a place on the Athena where they could get together for sex.
As he masturbated his stiff penis, the fingers of his other hand
went to his asshole, still sensitive from the earlier fucking,
and toyed with the delicate flesh. Fantasies inflamed his desire
as his fingers rubbed and probed his anus, picturing himself
getting fucked by the lower-class ship's-boy.  That fantasy
carried him all the way to a body-shaking, cum-spurting orgasm.
In the calm after his climax, Chauncey pondered what Benjamin
might be doing at this very moment.

Meanwhile, down in the crew's quarters....

Samuel (no longer Samir) stood with his arm around Benjamin's
shoulder as they watched the black-skinned 12-year-old dancing.
Hakim was naked, his hairless body and shaved head glistening
with sweat in the heat.  He was exotically beautiful, subtly
effeminate in manner, and his slender penis was fully erect as
his hips gyrated sensuously. The small open space in which he
danced was defined by a tight circle of enthusiastic sailors,
marines, and ship's-boys who watched him hungrily.  Those who
were close could see a trail of semen flowing from his anus and
down along his inner thigh.  Hakim hadn't kept count of how many
times he'd been fucked that day, first by Algerian sailors,
before the battle, more recently by British men and older boys.
The African sex-slave was officially a prisoner, but he was
confident that he could manage nicely by continuing to follow a
simple formula: always be sexually appealing to men, and savor
the pleasures of sucking cocks and being fucked in the ass.  It
mattered not a bit that the masters were now Englishmen rather
than Algerians, so long as he could stoke their lust for his own
benefit.

"Ain't it about time for the wog lad to service a boy or two?"
called out a sailor.  "How's about the hero of the battle?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Benjamin, who smiled and said in a
loud voice: "Thanks mates, but I'm tuckered out tonight.  Next
time."  In a softer voice he said to Samuel: "Maybe you and me
can do it tonight, someplace private-like."

Benjamin's refusal didn't dampen the crew's enthusiasm to be
entertained by a display of increasingly intense boy-sex.
"How's about Toby," someone else called out. "He's always game
for some cock-play!" One of the more senior ship's-boys,
grinning broadly, was nudged through the crowd.  He stripped off
his trousers - his only garment - as he approached Hakim.  Toby
was a self-confident lad of 13 years, with a sturdy young body.
His barely-adolescent penis quickly pulsed upward to erection
without being touched.

Though he couldn't understand English, Hakim knew perfectly well
what was expected of him.  He knelt on the deck at Toby's feet
and took the other boy's sexy boner into his mouth for a suck.
The African was an amazingly accomplished cocksucker, having
trained and worked for several years in an Algerian boy-brothel.
All eyes in the room were fixed on his bobbing mouth as he
repeatedly took the full length of the white boy's stiff penis
in rhythmic plunges.

Samuel was getting increasingly aroused as he watched the scene
and pulled Benjamin closer against him, then slid his hand down
from the boy's shoulder to feel his slender rounded butt.  The
boy in turn brought his hand to Samuel's crotch, squeezing the
man's erect penis through his trousers. Around the room, other
pairs of men and boys were similarly fondling each other, their
lust enflamed by the pornographic display they were watching.

Hakim disengaged his mouth from Toby's cock and turned around
with his shapely butt raised up.  His anus winked open in
invitation to be penetrated.  Toby eagerly complied, kneeling
behind and sliding his spit-slick cock completely into the hole
in one lunge.  As Toby began to fuck with energetic thrusts,
another naked ship's-boy was pushed forward to have his cock
sucked by the African boy-whore.

Some of the man/boy pairs started wandering off, and Benjamin
knew the reason.

"Let's follow them," said Benjamin. "This ship's laid out just
like the Apollo, and I'd say they're headed to the rope locker."

The End

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