Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 07:51:53 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: Fighting Pirates. Part One This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part One It only took me a few minutes to swim the odd hundred yards or so to the shore and I was glad that it was a warm night. Even so, I still shivered as I waded up onto the short beach and quickly made my way up into the rocks. The cliff face was quite easy to climb and I soon made it up to the top and struck out to get as far inland before they found I was missing. In the dim starlight, I could see the peak on the mountain I was steadily moving up to, but it wasn't until dawn was breaking did I reach the top. I was hungry, thirsty and very tired. The soles of my feet hurt and my arms and legs were covered in scratches from the bushes that I had passed through. I didn't bother to look back at the ship far below me but got off the skyline as quick as I could before settling down for a short sleep. Judging by the sun, it still wasn't noon when I woke up and I could see another ridge not far away and this was my next objective. I found some pools of water for me to drink from but no food and without knowing what island I was on, wondered if there was any human habitation on it where I might find some. There were no pursuers but even then, it took me all day to climb this next ridge and it was dark again before I reached the top and got a surge of hope. For down below I could see lights from lanterns that showed a town or village and other lights that I guessed were ship's lanterns for they moved slightly as I watched them. I was tired and even more hungry, getting pains in my stomach now from lack of food. But I settled myself down to sleep in the hope of getting something to eat next day. Even by starting at daybreak, with the small town and harbour down below, it still took me all day to get down and felt quite pleased with myself, a twelve year old boy crossing the mountains on his own. It was dark again before I entered the town and I made my way to the water-front where several ships were tied up and I could see some taverns there. But best of all was the smell of food being cooked emanating from them and my mouth watered. I didn't want to steal anything, for I didn't know where I was and if caught, it could mean having my right hand chopped off for that was the penalty these days. There was only one way I could think of if I was going to get any money for food and so I went into the nearest tavern and looked through the smoky haze of the burning logs and saw one man on his own sitting in an alcove. I spoke a little Spanish and the talk that I could hear was similar and so I guessed that what I was hearing might possibly be Portuguese. I approached the man I had espied and hoped that he would overlook the state I was in and take pity on me. He looked me up and down as I stopped by his rough wooden table. `Senor. You,' and I made a circle of my left thumb and forefinger and then pushed the forefinger of my right hand in and out of the circle I'd made. `You fuck-fuck me?' and then rubbed my thumb and forefinger together indicating that I get paid for it. He looked about thirty years of age, black haired and clean shaven and his blue eyes looked me up and down and a small smile crossed his face and I got a glimpse of white teeth from between his lips. It wasn't until he stood up that I could see that he was over six feet tall and now he nodded his head and pushed me in front of him, guiding me towards the back of the tavern. We went out into the back yard and with ease, he lifted me up and stood me on a small crate and the thought flashed through my mind that he must have been a strong man for it appeared no effort to lift me up. But then, I didn't weigh much for my size which was only around four and a half feet. There wasn't much light coming out through the dirty window of the tavern but just enough for me to see what to lean against as I dropped my ragged pantaloons and bent forward. I heard the rustle of clothing behind me and heard him spit in his hand and then felt his hand take hold of my hip and the tip of his cock begin to part the cheeks of my backside. I made myself relax as he pushed forward and felt his prick enter and fill me and we both seemed to give out a sigh at this. His other hand came onto my hip as he began to move in his fucking of me. At the same time as he pushed himself into me, it made my cock rise up rigid and so while he fucked me, I began to jerk myself off. It was a pleasure to feel his prick moving in and out of me and to feel the coarse fabric of his trouser front rubbing the bare cheeks of my bum. But like all men, he began to come too soon and grasped my hips firmly as he pulled me tightly back onto him as I felt him begin to pump his seed up into me. Then to my surprise, his hand came down round my waist and pushed my hand away from my prick and he took over and carried on jerking me off while he was still stuck up inside me. I drooled as I came while still feeling his cock throb inside me and gave out a groan of pleasure at both feelings. Then he pulled out and I felt the chill of the night air waft round my ring as it began to pucker up to its normal size. I couldn't see him properly in the darkness but I heard water splashing and guessed he was washing his prick as I pulled up my pantaloons and stepped down off the crate. He put himself away and came over and rubbed his hand over my head and I saw him smile again as he led me back into the tavern. He took me back to the table where he'd been sitting and sat me down and shouted out to the tavern keeper. A fat man waddled over and the man spoke to him in what I was now pretty sure was Portuguese though I didn't know what was said and I sat there rather impatiently waiting to be paid for my services so that I could buy some food. A servant girl came over with a tray and placed in front of me a big plate of stew and a hunk of bread, a spoon and a tankard of ale and the man smiled at me and gestured for me to eat. The smell was delicious and I fell on the plate and began to stuff the stew into my mouth as quick as I could, also using bits of bread to mop up the juices as well as drinking from the tankard. The contents of the plate soon disappeared and the empty plate was taken away and another appeared with more bread. With two platefuls and the ale, the warmth of the tavern and a now full stomach, I couldn't help but feel my tiredness and didn't know that I had let my head fall to the table and fell fast asleep. * I came awake with a start, wondering where I was but knowing that I was in a bed. A proper one and not a cot or rough palliasse and with a warm body pressed close up to my back and a familiar hardness tight up to me. I then remembered the night and the man and guessed that I was in his bed though not remembering how I got there. He must have carried me up I thought and I rolled away and as I did so, he moved and rolled over onto his back. We only had a sheet covering us for it was quite warm in that room, and this sheet I pulled down to look at the man I was sleeping with. His shoulders were very broad and his biceps looked big and strong. His chest wasn't very hairy and he had a firm flat stomach, laying on which was his morning erection. That was big too and the tip was level with his navel and must have been seven inches if not more in length and I could see without touching it that I didn't think that my thumb and forefinger would meet if I held it in my hand. I proved myself right when I lifted it up and tried to encircle it with my hand. It was hot and I could feel his heart beat pulsate throughout the length of it. It was straight and solid and he still had his foreskin attached to it whereas I didn't. The skin was soft and silky and moved quite easily over the solid muscle as I moved my hand up and down on it before moving down the bed and taking the purpling head of his cock into my mouth and remembered how I came to like having another man's cock in my mouth to suck and chew on. * My name is Jim Dawkins and I was born in Bideford, Devon on Saturday, November 4th, 1689. We were a moderately wealthy family with my father being a merchant and owned a chandlery in the port and also invested in ships. I was the third son, having an older sister, Mary, and we had a private tutor for our schooling. It was accepted that my eldest brother, David, would be groomed to take over the business from our father while my next brother Percy, was to join the army leaving me in limbo as it were. I'd already rebelled at being put into the church and it wasn't until my tenth birthday that I learned what the family had in mind for me. My father had financed my uncle, Phillip, to start up a plantation in the newly founded colony in Jamaica in the Indies, and I was to be sent out there to learn the sugar business. Now this news delighted me and it wasn't long before I was introduced to Captain Mathers, a friend of my father, at dinner one evening. I was told that his ship would be sailing in three days time and I would then make the start to my new life. A new start it was indeed! On approaching the islands of the Azores, we were attacked by Barbary pirates. It appeared an innocuous meeting of two ships at sea, one severely damaged. That was the pirate ship. The main sail was in shreds and there were gaping holes in the bulwarks from cannon fire. We were hailed and asked if we had any water to spare as their casks had been damaged during an attack by pirates. Captain Mathers agreed to this request and the two ships came close together. It was a clever ruse for we were unprepared for the fusillade of grapeshot which killed all those on the poop deck. Captain Mathers, his deck officers and helmsman. We were also subjected to a broadside which killed half of our crew before we were even boarded. A few of our remaining seamen tried fighting them off with their cutlasses but after a few more were killed, the rest surrendered. They were herded together near the forecastle and we passengers were dragged from our cabins below the poop deck. Apart from myself, there was Mr and Mrs Feathers and their daughter, and Mr Trench and his wife. The women were crying and the men were trying to keep a stiff upper lip as it were when we were faced with the pirate captain. A swarthy Arab who paraded himself before us speaking in Arabic which none of us could understand. I myself was terrified and was almost brought to tears with the amount of blood that had been spilt over our deck. Those of our crew that had surrendered were roughly manhandled over onto the pirate ship and forced down into the hold. Myself and the other passengers were also hustled onto that other ship but were kept up on deck. I then got my first glimpse of an erect male penis for this was pulled out of one man's trousers and waved to the three women who cried even more at the sight. They got more than a sight for a few minutes later, they were pulled over to one of the hatches and had their clothes roughly torn off their bodies. This too was a first sight for me, of a female body. Breasts and the lack of genitalia, it being hidden by their pubic hair. The three women screamed as they were wrestled onto their backs and their men folk held back with cutlasses at their throats. Then I saw what other use the male penis was put to other than using it to piss from. The women's legs were spread and the pirate crew mounted them in turn, sticking their big pricks inside the women and fucking them. But that wasn't all, for the other seamen who weren't queuing up for their turn at the women, began grabbing the men. Even me! But here the Arab captain stepped in and pulled me quite violently away from the grasping hands and held me fast by his side. He shouted at them in Arabic and the men backed off and turned on the two men. Their clothes were quickly torn off and were then turned face down over one of the cannons and each had a pirate stick his prick up their backside. They screamed as much as the women did as they were fucked up the backside by an uncountable number of the crew. Blood ran down their thighs and I was held fast by the captain to watch as they took as many as twenty men in turn to fuck them in this way. I think that old Mr Feathers had a heart attack whilst being fucked this way and Mrs Feathers screamed out even more when his body was picked up and dumped over the side. I learned later that Mrs Feathers was thrown over the side two days later after dying while down in the stinking hold. That was where they kept all the others from my ship but only till we put into port where they were taken ashore to be sold as slaves. The only reason I survived was because the captain of the pirate ship wanted me for himself. I was treated the same as my other male passengers, though this was done in his cabin. My clothes were torn off and I was forced over and had him push his big prick up into my backside and I was then fucked. Thankfully time has buried that first brutal assault on my person in my mind, painful though it was, but I lived. By the grace of God, I lived. Those first three months were hell for me, having the Arab captain fuck me up the backside whenever he felt the need and even being forced down onto my knees on some occasions to suck on, to me then, his massive organ. In time I began to prefer sucking on his cock than having it pushed roughly up into me and suffered this for if I didn't, I knew I would be either thrown over the side or sold as a slave. I lost count of the number of times I was hit over the head for getting it wrong in the way that I sucked on his throbbing cock. Even getting clobbered for spitting out his seed until I learned to swallow it and show that it was a pleasure to accept this gift from the captain. * It took over a year of having his cock either in my mouth or up my bum before I began to like and even welcome him having me in either way, for when I pleased him, I got an extra treat of a sweetmeat or some other confection. This pirate ship took at least five other vessels in my two years with them and I felt sorry for the captives that they caught. Watching them being abused by all the members of the crew until they'd had enough before throwing them down into the hold or tossing them over the side if they died in the process of anal rape. As it was, I learned to give good head when sucking on an erect cock and to swallow what came out and coo at the pleasure of what I received. I also came to like having his prick shoved up my backside and eventually came round to having to beg for him to fuck me. For I found out by then that I too could come and spill my seed, especially when I had another hard cock stuck up inside me. But I was still a prisoner, kept at the whim and mercy of this Arab captain, learning to see to his every need in not only sex but the feeding and washing of him before he dressed. We docked, or rather anchored four times during that two years at the port of Agadir, where I was chained in the captain's cabin while the crew went ashore and vowed that when we would ever anchor anywhere and I wasn't chained, I would escape. We had been traversing the sea lanes between the Azores and Madeira, to catch any unsuspecting vessel in those waters when the captain decided that we were short of water and pulled into this bay. As it wasn't a port, I wasn't chained as I normally would have been if this had been so, and I watched the men row ashore to this beach with empty casks for them to be filled with fresh water. The boats were still plying back and forth until nightfall and it was then that I made my decision to escape. I eluded the deck watch and crept along to the seaward side and dropped myself into the water. I was thankful for my time spent in Bideford for I had often swam across the river and thought that the distance I had to swim to the shore wasn't that far as there. No alarm had been raised at the noise I made at jumping into the sea and I swam off round the ship and set out for the shore. That brought me to land and the bed I was now in. * I was really enjoying sucking on this clean upright cock when I felt him move under me and I then noticed how thick and sturdy his thighs were. I paused in my sucking of this lovely cock and lifted my head up to see that he was now awake. `Don't stop. I was enjoying that,' he said in English. `You speak English?' I said, and realised that it was a fatuous question to have asked as that was the language he had spoken. `I am English,' he said with a laugh as he pushed my head back down. `Now finish what you were doing.' I didn't need telling twice and so bent my head down and took his cock head back into my mouth and continued sucking on him as I used my hand on his shaft. I had pre warning that he was about to come for he gave out a groan and I felt his thighs stiffen under my arm and took the surge of his coming into my mouth and swallowed it while still sucking on him. He tasted much better than the Arabs and not so spicy. I squeezed the last drops out of the head before licking all round and under the foreskin before releasing him and moving up the bed to lie next to him. `That was very good you scruffy urchin,' he said with a contented smile on his face. `I've had a lot of practice,' I said drily. `What's your name and why are you peddling your backside?' he asked of me. `Jim. Jim Dawkins is me name sir and I've just escaped from a ship load of pirates. What's your name?' I replied with a question myself. `William Foster. Pirates eh? Tell me about them.' So I told him of how I was captured and kept naked for my first year, being buggered by all and sundry. `I was made to be the cabin boy, serving up their meals and drink, bollock naked. There were usually four of them at meals and they were always stroking my bum or playing with my dick. The captain of them, Assa, would fuck me every night in his cabin and even let the others have me if he felt like it. That first year was the hardest, but I got used to it and even began to like having a man fuck me. Though I did spend most of the first year up in the rigging where they couldn't get at me, though woe betide me if didn't get down fast enough when Assa called for me. Many's the time I would have to suck his cock while another of his men fucked me. I didn't get to wear those rags of mine till about a year ago. One of the crew died and I managed to get his clothes before they threw his body over the side. I think I came to be regarded as a lucky mascot because it seemed they captured many ships in those two years and made lots of money from the cargoes and the crewmen that they sold as slaves. Well we came into a small bay on the other side of the island and as I hadn't been chained up as usual, I slipped over the side and swam ashore. It took me nearly three days to cross the mountains, without food and only finding the odd pool of water to drink from.' I finished telling my story but I hadn't stopped stroking his cock which was beginning to rise again. `Enough of that for now Jim lad. Time's passing and I've got things to do,' William said getting off the bed and now I could see just how big and strong he was as he washed his face at a basin before putting on his trousers. He crossed over to the door to our room and shouted down in this foreign language before coming back in to pull on his boots before his shirt, cravat and coat. I didn't know what to do as he hadn't said anything else and so I just sat there until a knock came at the door. He opened it and a big woman and the young one that had served me downstairs came in with a big wooden tub and then some buckets of hot water. `Okay Jim. Bath time, for you really need it,' he said, pulling me off the bed, picking me up and sitting me down in the water that the two women were pouring in the tub. `I'll be back soon and then we can have breakfast when you are clean.' He left with a smile and I then had a bucket of water poured over my head and the two women began washing my hair before scrubbing my body. When I was stood up, the young girl began to take her time with the wet cloth washing around my private parts until her hand was slapped away by the older woman and the cloth pushed into my hand for me to wash those bits myself. The girl smiled at this but then took time in washing my bum. I was out of the tub and dry and was having my hair brushed when William entered the room and threw two new shirts and two pairs of pantaloons on the bed and ushered the women out. `Come on Jim. Get dressed and let's have some breakfast,' he said, indicating the new clothes he'd brought for me to wear. I quickly put one set on and wrapped the other up, leaving the tattered things I'd worn, on the floor as I followed him out and down into the tavern proper. We went and sat down at the same wooden table that we had been at the previous night and were served up the same stew, along with a tankard of ale each. `Come with me Jim,' William said when we'd finished eating and I waited while he paid for his stay and food at the tavern and then followed him out and walked with him along the waterfront where several ships were moored. We passed two and he turned at the gangplank of the third and walked up on board and I followed him. `All stowed away Mr Tombs?' he asked of a man also wearing a coat who had come up to us as we boarded. `Aye Cap'n. All crew present too,' he replied. So William was the captain of this vessel I thought. `Okay, we'll shove off at high tide,' he said looking up at the sun. `Have you arranged the lighters?' `Yes sir.' `Oh, this is Jim Dawkins by the way,' he said, introducing me. `Welcome aboard Mr Dawkins,' Mr Tombs said to me. `Thank you sir. Oh, excuse me,' I said as William moved off and I followed him aft to the lower poop deck where we went inside to a reasonably big cabin that was aft beneath the poop and had big windows looking out sternwards. `Well Jim, we sail in two hours time. How would you like to be my cabin boy? It's either that or you're back on shore.' `Yes please sir,' I said. `Where would I sleep?' `Here, with me,' indicating his cot over at one side. I think I coloured up slightly but knew that if I refused I would be put ashore to fend for myself. It was either that or become his bum boy, which, if the truth be told, I liked his big cock and wanted more of it. `I...I'd like that,' I stammered, feeling myself getting hard at the thought of him reaming me again. `Good,' he smiled. `Now let's meet the other officers and one of them can show you around for I got a few things to do ashore before we sail. There's three officers,' he said as we left the cabin. `Mr Tombs is number one. Number two is Shelby and the third is Davis.' All three were waiting out on the fore deck when we emerged and I was introduced and he told them that I was being taken on as a cabin boy. `He'll be sleeping in my cabin,' he told them and at least they kept a straight face when he said this. `Mr Davis. Be so kind as to show Jim around and introduce him to Cookie. Have the lines singled up Mr Tombs and be ready to cast off when I return.' `Aye aye sir,' Mr Tombs replied as William left the ship. `Come along with me Jim,' Mr Davis said, `and I'll show you around. What were you doing in Funchal?' `Funchal? Is that the name of this place?' I asked. `Yes. The main town of Madeira, well the only town with a harbour,' he laughed. `So what were you doing here?' `I escaped from a pirate ship over the other side of the island.' `A pirate ship! Well you sure are one lucky boy then. You could have been sold into slavery.' `I know that. It was lucky that I bumped into Will...er, Captain Foster,' I stammered. `How long were you aboard that pirate ship?' `Two years,' I said bitterly. `Bloody hell,' he said in a whisper. `Well I don't really need to show you around the Vespa then. I'll just introduce you to Cookie.' He told me as we went below that the ship had three officers plus the captain, and a crew of sixty men. The ship had twenty guns, ten each side, was of one hundred and twenty foot long and was of around five hundred ton. It was a two masted brig and had two hatches on the fore deck with the guns on the next deck down. Here also was the galley where I met Cookie and I was surprised to find that he was Chinese and that our staple food would be rice. Mind you, what he poured over the cooked rice was delicious, be it beef, pork, chicken or duck, it was good. I expected salted beef and salt pork, but ducks and chickens? That was answered as we got back on deck for ten crates were being swung aboard containing these creatures for the table. `That'll be another of your jobs,' Mr Davis chuckled. `Feeding them as well as us. We don't had a mess room as such. We dine with the captain for our meals, except breakfast.' He told me of the times they ate and when the duty watch officer had his meal. The other job was to keep the captain's cabin clean and help Cookie whenever he needed help in the galley. That was apart from being the powder monkey whenever the ship went into action. Here I had to fetch the powder pouches up from the magazine to supply the guns to be able to fire and send the shot at an opposing ship. William came striding down the quayside, looking every inch a captain and a man of authority. His broad shoulders not hidden by his coat, the slight roll of his hips on his sturdy legs and the sight of him made my own quiver knowing that what was between them would be mine for as long as I wanted. The seamen aboard had already started scuttling up aloft, running up the ratlines like monkeys. The height undaunting as I had found out when I used them to save my arsehole from being torn to shreds. `Cast off Mr Tombs,' he said as he came aboard and the order was given as the gangplank was pulled in. The shore men lifted our heavy ropes off the bollards and let them drop into the water and as our crewmen hoisted them aboard, another signal was given to the lighters to pull us away from the quay. `Full sail Mr Tombs. Larboard the helm.' These orders were issued and the nose of the ship started to veer to the left as the sails came flapping down to be pulled taut and fastened. They began to billow out with the wind and the ropes to the lighters slackened as the wind caught and began to move us to the harbour's entrance. `Cast off lighters!' And we were now free from land and luggers and sailing under the power of the wind and I watched as we steadily pulled away from the quay and felt a bubble of excitement in my stomach at what adventures might lie ahead. *