“That will do,” he said, and began.
He started slow, but the delicious cocktail of pain and pleasure, accompanied by the sounds of his hand on my eager flesh, was a thing of beauty.I sincerely hoped that Squid was somewhere else playing with Pearl and not sitting outside this door listening to everything.
I shook that thought out of my head and focused on what I was feeling, both in my body and in my brain.That familiar sense of Dinesh’s power and control over me encouraged a heady euphoria that came quicker than ever.
I moaned and cried out, arching my back and presenting my arse for my punishment.
More, more, more.
I was on fire, mouth open, breaths quick and sharp.The desire built too rapidly, and the gathering tension surprised me with its quick arrival.I opened my mouth to warn him that I was about to spend, but what came out was a lengthy groan followed by bursts of fluid from my untouched cock.
“Oh fuck, what a good lad.What a good lad,” Dinesh praised, his voice husky with need, as he stopped and cupped my chin, kissing my cheek and grinning like the scandalous fool he was.
“I’m sorry.I’m sorry.”
A familiar shame ran through me, that served to make the experience all the better.I was a lowly, naughty, reprehensible lad who liked to be treated rough and fucked into submission.I was only good forthis very thing, for the captain to take in hand and do what he would.
Not serious thoughts, but the ones I liked to toy with in the way I liked to humiliate myself for this man.These feelings were all a part of the fun, and I leaned into them at long last.
“Yes, you should be,” the captain said, picking up on my pretence.“What a travesty.I imagined you’d hold out longer.”
“Oh, Captain.I’m so sorry.I’ve failed you, haven’t I?”My voice was reedy and thin, as I trembled with the aftershocks of my pleasure.
“Nothing for it but to get back on the horse.”
“What?”
“Well, I mean, let’s try something else, shall we?I think a suitable penance for you would be to choke on my cock.”
“Aye.Of course.I shall try to prove myself.”
He slapped my backside.“Get up.”
I slid off the bed.He pointed to the floor in front of him.
I fell to my knees, his rampant prick jutting like a beacon before me.My eyes went wide and I tried not to drool.
He circled the base with his fingers and bobbed the head teasingly once or twice, then swiped the wet bulb against my closed lips.I gazed up at him, obedient to the last.I wouldn’t take his prick until he’d given me leave.I fluttered my eyelids like a desperate lass.
He took a deep breath and quirked the corner of his lips, enjoying the suspense as he wiped the head of his truncheon over my chin and cheeks.I’d let a sparse beard grow during our time on Talamanca, and I think he liked the feel of my strawberry-blond whiskers against his tender bits.
I let my lips part the slightest bit, and he got the hint.
“Open,” he ordered.
I did, as wide as I could, and stuck out my tongue, my cock hardening already at this debasing treatment, the scent of him, and the thought of spending three days in the privacy of his rooms.Who needed to eat, really?We could live on a diet of cock and spunk for a short time, surely.
He placed the head of his prick on my tongue, teasing back and forth, as I waited.
“Wider.”
I stretched my jaw.
“Deep breath.”
I inhaled through my nose.
He took my chin with his fingers, pressing down, and sliding his cock into my throat, thrusting as I gagged and coughed, my fingers digging into the skin of my thighs, my eyes watering.
