Shores of Tripoli Ch. 03

When Billy became half-conscious again, his first sensation was of a burning sensation in his scalp above his ear, where the ball had grazed his head and laid him out cold. His next memory was of the screaming from the adjacent cabin of the "wench" who had been seducing Billy before the unpleasantness began. Clearly someone else was interested that the ship was transporting a woman. The moment didn't last long. Whoever was trying to assault the female version of the captain had discovered the truth, and the raging objection and the scream and gurgle from the captain told Billy that that little unusual vignette had come to a close and that his uncle's employ was now minus one ship's captain.

Billy's next memory was the most painful of all. His hands were tied off with rope above his head around a leg of the captain's desk in the center of the cabin, and Billy was stretched out on the desk, belly to wood. He felt a familiar pressure in his intestines and soon became aware that the fancy pirate chief had his cock up his ass and was churning away inside him.

He and his men had caught Billy at a distinct disadvantage in total nakedness, and the pirate chief must have taken an instant liking to what he saw, obviously preferring Billy to the "woman" other members of his crew had so briefly and unsatisfactorily been playing with in the adjacent cabin. Now he was penetrating Billy deeply, and the danger of it all was having Billy crying out with passion, the pirate reasonably assuming it was with objection, but Billy knowing it was from the adrenalin of the roughness and forced nature of it. The pirate pulled Billy's head back toward him with a grip on the hair Billy had tied off in a tail, arching his back. With his other hand, the assailant brutally turned Billy's head to him and possessed his mouth with a churning and searching tongue until Billy was near unto gagging. He continued to pump away madly at Billy's ass, somewhat surprised that Billy was punching back, seeking a rhythm, wanting the cock. At length, the pirate chief let loose of Billy's head, moved his hands down to the young sailor's pecs on either side, and dug long fingernails into the aureoles surrounding the nipples that the ship's captain had so recently chewed raw. Billy screamed out with pain-pleasure.

To try to control the pain from the brutal taking, Billy looked into the corner of the cabin, where the black giant, a rough bandage around his sliced arm the only clothes he now was wearing, was force-feeding a long and hard, but not terribly thick cock into Black Ned's mouth. Black Ned was on his knees, his chest was covered in blood from his own wound, and the black giant was holding a knife under his chin to encourage Black Ned to give him good suck. Billy never saw Black Ned again.

Billy was being pushed up on the table top by the strength of the pirate's ramming cock, and he screamed and writhed back and forth, successfully causing the pirate chief's long and thick cock to dislodge from his ass, but the struggling served Billy not. The pirate chief turned him onto his back on the table and rendered him unconscious again with two heavy fist blows to the face. When Billy regained consciousness, the pirate chief was fucking him in the ass again, but this time Billy was below him on his back and the pirate was wish-boning his legs out and up from his body. When the pirate saw that Billy was conscious, he pushed his legs down along his body, Billy's toes pointing toward his head, and brought his own torso down on top of Billy's and attacked his nipples and mouth with his teeth. The pirate was looking into Billy's eyes and grinning a silly grin and clearly enjoying the yelp Billy gave with every deep thrust he made with his cock.

"Oh god, yes," Billy murmured. "Fuck me. Punish me." But such was the noise from the fighting on deck that the pirate chief didn't hear.

The pirate chief's fist went to the wound in Billy head and the young sailor saw fireworks, felt maddening pain, and fainted once more.

This time when Billy awoke, he was out on the open deck, strung up with rope around both wrists, which were tied off on the rigging of a mast overhead. The pirate chief stood in front of Billy, his legs splayed out in a wide stance, a satisfied smirk on his face, and his arms crossed on his chest, a flintlock in each hand. He was stripped to the waist, showing a magnificent barrel chest, and his horse-hung cock still dangled from his open codpiece. Billy wondered that all of that had been stuffed up him, but the searing pain in his ass canal, despite the almost constant use it had been getting, left Billy little doubt that it had been.

Seeing that Billy was awake again, the pirate chief came around behind him and entered his ass again with his cock, sliding in to the hilt and sending ripples of pain—and, yes, of pleasure too—around Billy's ass walls. Two of his men held Billy's legs out while the pirate chief plowed him yet again. The pirate chief wrapped his arms around Billy, buried his lips and teeth into the side of his neck, and his hands, now bereft of his flintlocks, locked onto Billy's manhood. The young sailor was greatly frightened that his cock hardened up for him, not wanting the pirates to know that he loved it rough, but there was nothing he could do to hide his arousal. He spilled his seed on the rough planks of the vessel's deck.

The pirate laughed, taking this as an indication that the handsome, young sailor that he couldn't keep his hands off, was inexperienced to the cocks of men.

While this was going on, Billy saw a bundle of petticoats, which he recognized as the unfortunately garbed merchant vessel's captain, being carried out of the officer's cabin area and thrown over the side of the ship. The bodies of other dispatched sailors from the Elizabeth were being similarly disposed of.

The pirate chief's flintlock then turned to Billy, and he told the two men Billy had wounded and who now were naked except for the dressings on their wounds that they could have at the young sailor together if they liked in compensation for their wounds. They obviously liked, because the Scandinavian approached Billy from the rear, with his long, thick manhood at attention, and the black giant, with his longer but thinner cock, also at attention, approached Billy from the front, other ruffians lifted and spread Billy's legs wide apart, and the two assailants Billy had supposedly wronged both entered his ass with their ram rods and began fluttering their hands all over his body and each other. The cocks of the two pumped Billy in counter piston action until both pirates had come, almost simultaneously.

Once again, Billy's passionate cries of satisfaction were misinterpreted as screams of terror and tearing asunder of his insides. Billy's looks were deceiving. His channel had been prepared for this. Still, Billy was frightened—frightened to the heights of arousal. He ejaculated again to the amazed laughter of the gathered pirates, knowing in his heart that he was about to die, but also knowing he was going at the height of passion and gratification.

Billy thought the ordeal was about over, even if it was to climax in death, but when the two were finished with him and had pulled their dicks out of him with a sucking sound, the pirate chief asked his crew what should be done with the handsome young sailor, the greatest prize they had found on the ship. Billy heard the sickening word "death" being proclaimed to the winds. The pirate chief looked around the deck, obviously searching for something, and then all eyes, including Billy's, went to the railing around the bridge over the officer's cabins. Each separate section of the railing was topped off by a newel post. Each post was topped with a round, wooden ball of some four inches in diameter that was commonly used to contain tie offs of ropes from the rigging.

"Death by post ball," the pirate chief declared in a ringing voice, and all voices but Billy's agreed with a great deal of mirth. Billy had no illusion how they planned to use one of those four-inch post balls, and he began to jabber and sob. Black Ned's fist had just about been the death of him, but it had not been quite as large, had not fully penetrated him, and had been flexible.

"Or perhaps you would prefer this," the pirate chief announced with a laugh. He then walked back over to Billy and slid the cold barrel of one of his flintlocks up Billy's ass. With a sickening sensation, Billy heard him pull the trigger, which was followed by a dull click. The pirate's crew roared with laughter at this excellent joke. Billy's knees gave way and he almost fainted. Still, he felt himself going hard again.

The black giant and the Scandinavian were untying Billy's ropes from the rigging and starting to manhandle him up the stairs to the bridge, where all could better see the entertainment, when there were new shouts heard at the far side of the ship, and all turned to see yet more sailors, armed to the teeth, coming over the sides.

Looking down into the murky nighttime water, Billy saw that there were other small, open boats on this side of the merchant vessel. Reinforcements were preparing to come up this side as well, he thought.

In the turmoil, the men who had been manhandling him turned to the new danger. Only now did Billy realize that these were not pirate reinforcement, but were competition. He climbed up on the rail and dove into the water, his presence now completely ignored by the pirate chief and crew who had used him and killed his companions. They had themselves been caught by surprise and were now fighting for their own lives.

The water was cold, and Billy was weak from the recent assaults on his body, but he managed to dogpaddle to one of the open boats, where strong arms pulled him up into the boat.

There was only one sailor in the boat. He must have let off his comrades on the other side of the merchant vessel and been sent around on this side for safety and to pick off any of the pirates who had tried to escape this way, Billy thought. He was even bigger and more heavily muscled than the Scandinavian pirate had been. And he was stripped to the waist; was covered in tattoos, and obviously was ready for action. His eyes were locked on Billy's body, and his mouth was hanging open in surprise.

With a sigh, Billy turned over on his back in the shell of the row boat, slung his legs over the sides, rolled up his pelvis, and resigned himself to another fucking.