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Roger The Cabin Boy Part 3
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I'd been aboard the pirate ship Black Gannett no more than ten minutes when
Captain Morton had explained my perilous situation to me. I had no useful
seamanship skills and a pirate ship had no room for passengers so unless I made
a role for myself these cutthroats would see me fed to the sharks that swam
lazily in our wake.

Fortunately the Captain had a suggestion; that I be ship's concubine. I was
young, healthy, and had no desire to be murdered so I got on my knees and for
the first time in my life took another man's cock in my mouth. It was then I
discovered that I might actually enjoy my captivity as I gobbled on the
Captain's cock and swallowed all his juices. Having satisfied him he called in
the first mate, a huge man, who had to bend right over to avoid crashing his
head into the cabin's ceiling beams. Big Benny as he was known was aptly named
as he was as huge of cock as he was of height and when he told me he was going
to shove that monster up my backside I thought he'd tear me in half. Benny's
patience and gentleness opened me up and I discovered that if sucking on a cock
was a pleasure, being fucked by one was heaven itself.

Benny was doing up his britches as I lay on my stomach leaning on the map table,
enjoying the distended feel of my bottom and wishing I'd known at an early age
how good having something shoved up it could feel. A small dribble of Benny's
come was sliding slowly down the back of my thigh and a smile broke across my
face as it made me feel so incredibly sexy. There were a hundred men on this
ship and right now I wanted nothing more than to service each and every one.

Captain Morton, sat on the other side of the table, had put his dick away and
stood up watching me curiously as I lay revelling in my new found joy of
pleasing men. "Benny," he said to his first mate, "I think we got us the makin's
of a first rate ship's bitch."

"Aye, Cap'n. Reckon the men'll enjoy this 'un."

The Captain looked down at me. "Some o' my men ain't had a good fuck for six
months. Think ye can sort 'em out?"

I pushed myself upright, another line of come dribble down my leg making me feel
like a dockside whore. "Aye, sir, just get them in a queue."

The Captain Morton threw back his head and roared with laughter. "How about
that, Benny, she wants to do 'em all at once."

Benny grinned. "Sounds like a challenge. I'll get 'em ready." He turned and left
the cabin.

"Now, Marcus, me lad, get them britches and shirt off. If you're gonna take on a
hundred horny sailors you won't have time to take 'em off later. Besides," he
added as I kicked out of my pants and pulled off my shirt, and he reached out
and stroked my smooth chest, "you're a fine lookin' young man and the men'll
enjoy seein' what they're getting." His rough hand brushed my hard nipple then
fell to his side. "Wish I'd saved ye for meself now."

He strode to the door, threw it wide, and stepped out onto the quarterdeck
beckoning for me to follow. "Look what I brung ye, ye scurvy dogs."

As I stepped out into the warm sunshine of the Indian Ocean a roar of approval
greeted me as a hundred pirates all cheered. I broke into a broad grin at all
this attention and threw my arms wide and did a twirl so they could see all of
me from my taught chest, down to the pert curve of my bottom and my dangling,
semi hard cock as well as my long smooth legs. I received a barrage of wolf
whistles as I followed Big Benny down onto the gun deck where the men were
forming a queue. If I'd seen these men last month on land I'd have run a mile,
they were cruel, tough, mean looking brutes with scars, tattoos, and earrings,
and an air of sudden violence to them as if they'd cut your throat just to see
the look on your face. But now I'd realised my true nature I saw them as hungry
and lustful and it was me they desired. It was I who held the power now. I found
myself winking and blowing kisses at a few of the nastiest looking ones, men who
could break me into little pieces but who I now saw as a means to my own
pleasure.

As Benny led me to a barrel he'd set up for me to lie across the Captain got his
crew's attention. "Listen up! This is Marcus and 'es gonna be our girl from now
on." A murmur of approval ran through the crowded deck and I felt a shiver of
anticipation. "I reckon e's gonna give us a good time today, lads, Benny's
broken him in so 'es ready for any of ya. BUT!" The rising hum of expectation
died away abruptly. "I don't want any of ye bein' too rough. If we treat the lad
proper he'll be seein' us right fer years to come."

I couldn't resist waving and the ship resounded with a lusty cheer that made the
rigging hum.

I leaned over the barrel as Benny organised the first few. "Diego," he said to a
barrel chested man almost as tall as he was, "you get first go on this nice
peachy arse." Diego licked his lips and I turned and winked at him, eager for
another shafting. "Bald Tom," Benny continued to the second man who was as bald
as a coot but with tattoos all over his bare scalp and a scar running right
through the middle of it, "you have the delights of his tongue. The Cap'n tells
me he can suck a coconut through a hosepipe." I looked up at Tom and licked my
lips. "Carlos and Jake you can have a hand each and when these two are done you
can take over. An' remember he's got to last us a long time so nuthin' nasty."

As he was arranging this Diego and Bald Tom had undone their britches and got
their cocks out. Tom's was short and thick with a head like a purple mushroom
and bounced slightly as he moved forward. I opened my mouth and took it in, my
tongue sliding under it as my lips closed around the shaft. My nose buried into
his curly pubic hair that smelt strongly of sweat and turned me on immensely.
Diego meanwhile had manoeuvred himself behind me and suddenly I felt him thrust
into me, hot and hard, slim and long, he drove himself deep into my hole and I
groaned in delight, sucking hard on Tom's hardening rod.

I felt things touching my hands and groped out blindly feeling my fingers close
around two more stiff rods and before I knew it I was gobbling one, wanking two
more as a fourth fucked me.

Diego was quick and had only been in me a minute or so when I felt him jet his
load into me and then slide out as my arse squeezed and pushed his fading member
away as though it had a life of its own and knew his softening dick was no good
to it any more. Tom was quite happy in my mouth so Jake took over and pushed his
fat rod up my backside, slurping loudly as it pushed in through the copious
amount of come up there. I felt another cock replace his in my hand but neither
knew nor cared who it belonged to as I pushed back onto Jake's rhythmic fucking
in time with him, all the while nodding my head as I sucked and licked on Tom's
bloated tool. He groaned and grabbed my head pulling it into his crotch and
burying my face in his thatch of pungent pubes as his cock convulsed in my mouth
and erupted a stream of thick, sticky juice that was too much and too fast for
me to cope with. It spurted out of my mouth and mixed into his groin and across
my chin, dribbling down my throat before I could stop it escaping. I swallowed
madly managing not to waste too much and as he pulled out I could see globs of
it stuck in his curly thatch. I just had time to run my tongue over my lips and
scoop up a particularly stick blob from my chin before Carlos was in front of
me.

Another cock replaced his in my hand as I devoured his throbbing dick feeling it
push against the back of my throat as it was a long one. I swallowed repeatedly
and felt him actually in my throat. There was little I could do with my tongue
as he was long enough to get right into my gullet so I just kept my throat open
and allowed him to fuck my face just as Jake was doing in my other end.

As each man unloaded into me he was replaced by another and I experienced all
manner of different sensations. I was expecting it to get monotonous after a
while but each man was different. Obviously there were physical differences, big
ones, small ones, long ones, short ones. I preferred the bigger cocks in my
backside as they would stretch my hole wider and the sensations of being fucked
by a big cock were fantastic. In my mouth they were a struggle, whereas the
smaller ones I found I could do more with my tongue, lapping and probing around
the heads and making the man moan with delight.

It wasn't just physical differences either. Some men like long slow strokes,
others fast, almost a blur as they fucked my mouth and my arse. A few men would
shove themselves in as deep as they could and stay there while others would
slide in then pull out almost all the way, these were my favourites, especially
the larger ones as great, fat, hot pieces of meat were slid into my, by now,
gaping asshole filling me up and driving me wild with the sensation of hot cock
sliding along my passage. Then they'd reverse and pull out again making me moan
in sheer delight especially at the point of maximum withdrawal as my asshole
would start to close up as the cock head came free then they'd push back in
forcing me open again.

Some of the men preferred to withdraw at the moment of orgasm and as some also
favoured using only my hands to please them my back, arms, shoulders and face
were soon running with come, dripping from my body and onto the floor so that
some of the men almost slipped and fell.

I'd never even thought about men in this way before today and yet here I was
servicing a shipful of pirates and taking every cock that was thrust into me. I
would never have guessed that lurking deep inside me was this scandalously
cock-crazy queer but now I'd discovered this side of me I never wanted it to
stop.

But stop it did and I eventually found myself with no more men to satisfy, lying
exhausted across a barrel on the deck that was as slick with jism as I was, it
looked as though someone had thrown a bucket of varnish over me. My hair was
plastered down with thick gobbets of semen, my face and back were glazed, come
dribbled down my legs from my now wide open asshole and my stomach was as full
as if I'd eaten a ten course meal.

I slid off the barrel and lay in the pool of sperm that was beginning to set in
the sun and looked around the ship. I had taken every cock on this ship in one
way or another and would take them all again many times in the future. My only
regret was I hadn't been captured by a bigger ship.