I had always wanted to see the world so when my uncle found me a place as a
cabin boy aboard the East India Company's ship the Lady Of The Orient I had
jumped at the chance. Three weeks to the day after I first set foot aboard I
watched over the taffrail as her blazing hulk sank beneath the waves in a
hissing, bubbling cloud of smoke.

A large hand fell on my shoulder, pulling me around to face its owner. "The
Cap'n wants ta see 'ee." The huge man grinned wickedly through his beard and the
tip of his cutlass waggled beneath my chin. I was the only survivor of a crew of
two dozen and I wished I too had been slain rather than face the awful torture
that no doubt awaited me. My hands bound behind my back I stumbled across the
quarter deck and through a small door that led into the Captain's cabin.

It was dim inside but my eyes adjusted quickly and I saw the burly shape of the
man I would come to know as Captain Edward Morton rise from his seat behind the
map table. "Leave us be, Benny." He said and the enormous first mate left,
closing the door behind him. Captain Morton walked aeound me studying me
intently. "Whatcha good for, boy?" he asked finally.

"Sir?" I replied not understanding.

"What can you do?" He spat, stopping in front of me and staring at me hard. "are
you much of a sailor?" My hesitancy answered for me. "Then can ye navigate?" I
swallowed nervously. "Mend a sail? Doctorin'? Gunnery? Cook?" He looked annoyed
but I was a mere seventeen and had less than a month's experience at sea. "Can
ye at least fish?" I couldn't speak knowing that by being useless I was as good
as dead. The Captain looked at me in silence for a moment then reached out one
hand and rubbed my smooth cheek with the back of his fingers. "Y'know that if I
can'ts find a use for yer, yer fish food?" I nodded in terror, desperately
trying to think of a useful skill. "Hmm." Morton mused. "Well, lad, there is one
thing a fine looking fellow like yourself could do to keep this crew happy.
Y'can be the ship's concubine."

Now at the time I had no idea what a concubine was but I did know that not being
a good one would be the death of me. "Right then." Morton said, pulling out a
dagger and freeing my bonds. "let's give you yer first lesson." So saying he
started to undo the front of his britches and while I watched in astonishment he
pulled out his cock as cool as you please. "Now I'm gonna put this in your mouth
an' if you even think a bitin' it you're a dead man."

"What do I do with it, sir?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes from the slowly
stiffening rod of another man.

"You suck on it as much as yer please, plenty o' tongue an all. An when I fill
you up with me juice you'd better swallow every drop if you know what's good for
yer."

I licked my lips as he came towards me and knelt down with my mouth wide. His
cock was a little smaller than mine, short enough so that as its head nudged the
back of my throat my nose buried itself in his pubic hair. I was astonished at
how hot it felt as it rested on my tongue and the smell of his sweaty musk
filled my nostrils, a smell I found not at all unpleasant. I relaxed my mouth so
that my lips closed over the hairy base of him and, not being able to think of
anything else to do I started to suck. The captain groaned happily and I felt
relieved that I was doing it reasonably well. After a minute or two of my
sucking he pulled away so I opened my mouth to let him go but he raised his
cutlass. "Don't you dare stop now." He growled so I clamped my lis shut around
his cockhead just as he thrust forwards back into my mouth with a pleasured
moan. A cycle began with him sliding in and out and me trying to keep sucking as
he almost pulled free. As I got into the rhythm I began to flick my tongue up
and across the head just as he stopped withdrawing, something he seemed to enjoy
and I moved one hand to his buttocks so I could steady myself and concentrate on
my service more than my balance.

I had just decided that this was something I could be good at and enjoy when he
grabbed my head and thrust himself as far into my mouth as he could, pulling my
head into his crotch. I gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of my throat
and for a moment I thought he'd torn it as my mouth filled with what I thought
was blood. After a moment I realised it wasn't as his cock twitched and spurted
into me and filled my mouth with his manly juices.

With a deep sigh he pulled free and walked back to his seat, doing up his
britches. "Not bad, lad. I think you might be a valuable addition to the crew."