Kyle's Odyssey
By D. O.
Ramon Abrofo Booker, the brawny Haitian-Nigerian pirate captain looked down upon his newest prisoner. The whimpering Caucasian boy was beautiful to look upon and Ramon knew he would make for a most engaging sexual conquest. Even at forty-five years old, his appetite for pussy and ass remained extremely high. As much as enjoyed females, he really loved taking snooty, high-class white boys and turning them into sobbing, moaning pussy-bois, hungry for black cock. Captain Booker was one of a new breed of pirates operating out of Trinidad and Tobago and covering the seas throughout the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, The Caymans, Haiti, Cuba and going north to the Gulf of Mexico and the tip of Florida and as far to the east as Bermuda. His small group of brigand ships functioned with virtual impudence, as he was careful never to hit targets that were too big or flashy. As such they stayed far from foreign cruise ships and shipping vessels belonging to major corporations. They sought victims of a different profile, going after private fishing boats and yachts and the like. This one they had found alone, apparently cruising for chicks in his father's cabin cruiser. It was his extremely bad luck to wind up in the vicinity of Captain Booker's crew. The pirates quietly disposed of the small boat after beckoning up alongside with a friendly wave and then rapidly taking the seventeen year-old captive in a lightning fast raid. Everything of value was taken, electronics, booze, furniture and then the craft was quickly sunk with a small explosive fixed to the hull.
Booker knew that the most valuable piece was the boy himself, a real beauty who would fetch a very nice price on the Middle Eastern slave market. Many whites were snatched almost daily from the Atlantic vacation destinations, mostly young, pretty girls, and sold into lives of sexual slavery. But boys were also popular; many of the Arab sheiks had very...particular tastes. The kid's name, the captain had learned between sobs, was Kyle. Not that it much mattered what his name was. Where he was going, nobody gave a shit what a slave's name was. They were just a hole for fucking. This one was especially pretty though; slim, with a lean musculature, standing about 5'9" and around 170 lbs. His medium length blond hair framed his already cute facial features, making him look quite girlish. A real catch for the pirates, a boy this young and beautiful would fetch a robust price at auction. Right now, Kyle was begging the pirate to let him go. His fear made the black brigand smile wickedly.
"Please, p..please l..let me go, mister. My folks will be l..looking for me. I need to get home." He was ashamed to be crying, but the tears came unheeded. Kyle was praying that these criminals just wanted the valuable stuff from his boat and then would let him go ashore somewhere.
Booker surprised the kid with a swift blow to the side of his head. "First of all, boy, you will not call me Mister' again. You will address me as Captain Booker'... Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He held the boy's eyes in a harsh gaze until he got the accepting nod he wanted. He spoke in an extremely deep voice, with just a hint of Haitian accent. "Your home and your parents are no longer of concern to you. I am taking you to be sold at auction as a slave. You will disappear, as if you never existed. And there is nothing you can do about it..." He let the words sink in.
Kyle's eyes widened in shock and dismay as the captain's statement to hold of his mind. "No. No! Y..you can't do that...can't do this. I'm an American citizen. Please...please..." His voice trailed off. This horror couldn't possibly be happening, couldn't possibly be real.
"Not only can I do it, it's happening right now. Your boat is gone and there is nowhere to escape to. We'll be many, many miles from the nearest port inside of two hours. Nothing for you but a slow death by drowning or a faster one by shark. No, boy, you need to come to grips with the inevitable, and you need to do it quickly. I'll be putting you through your...paces, soon enough. Heh." Booker chuckled with a slight bit of menace in his voice; Kyle looked up, but it was clear he had no idea what was in store for him that night. It was just as well, Booker thought. He really enjoyed the stark, horrified stare that a lad fixed upon him once informed of the captain's intentions.
"Sativish, take this one and prepare him as usual, then deliver him to the usual quarters. I'll be there in a few hours." The other pirate had an evil grin on his face as he led Kyle away. The crew was well aware of their leader's penchant for juvenile boys. The ship is not all that large and there had been many a night when they had heard Ramon taking his young captives and indoctrinating them into the world of male-to-male mating. Many wound up enjoying the experience; some hated it, but it mattered not one bit to Booker. He wasn't in it for their pleasure, but rather his own.
Kyle meekly followed after the one called Sativish, led to a small door and motioned inside. He did as he was bid, hoping cooperation would perhaps lead to the captain reconsidering. The door slammed shut behind and Kyle looked around in the dimness. There was little in the 8' by 8' cell except for two buckets on the floor, one empty the other filled with what appeared to be scalding hot water. There were a couple of long plastic-looking tubes floating in the water, but the steam emanating from the bucket made it difficult to make them out for certain. The sailor, who looked to be possibly of Middle-Eastern decent spoke one word to him. "Strip!" Kyle looked at him incredulously, not understanding, or perhaps more pointedly, not wanting to understand. His blue eyes began to water, more tears coming at this latest humiliation. Sativish barked the order again. "I said STRIP, Kyle!! " He whispered the name like a viper. There was that depraved glint once more. "I will not tell you again. Take off your clothes." As he spoke he produced a very wicked-looking blade from the sheath on his belt. "Now."
Kyle was sobbing now, barely hearing the pirate's words, and certainly taking heed of none of them. Had he been able to do anything but bawl uncontrollably as he began removing articles of clothing, he might have picked up on Sativish's somewhat cryptic banter. But he was too deep in the throes of feeling sorry for himself. He got down to his underwear and stopped; fearing to go farther, hoping this was as far as they wanted him to go. It wasn't to be. "Under shorts too, boy, then turn around and place your hands on the wall." Kyle felt the tears welling up again and he dared to speak up. "Please, sir, you can let me go. Just say I got away. Just..." His words were cut off by a sudden smack across the face from Sativish. "I'll tell you when to speak, bitch. Now turn around!" Kyle did so, placing his hands on the wall. He was startled when his captor literally ripped his briefs from his body, leaving him utterly naked. Suddenly he felt cold steel around his right wrist and looking up, realized he had missed the metal shackles attached to the wall due to the dim lighting. He started to pull his left wrist down but Sativish was too quick and he was soon helplessly chained and exposed. "Damn, kid! I don't normally go for guys but that is one fine ass you got there. Wouldn't mind a poke or three up in there. Bet it's tight, huh?" Kyle was quivering with outrage. "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!" He shouted the words defiantly and was quickly met with the crushing sound of his head being slammed into the wall.
"Ah, now you're getting' feisty on me, eh? Captain Booker's going to be pleased with that spirit, boy. He likes a challenge when he's breakin' em in..." Sativish paused a moment to bend down and Kyle heard the water in the bucket swishing around and the pirate swore under his breath about the water being so fucking hot. Kyle couldn't turn far enough to see what the man was doing but then he flinched and pushed himself into the wall as he felt something small, but hard and very long slip into his bottom. "What...wha...ohh...my...God..." The super-heated water jetted into his rectum at a fast pace and the pain from the heat was almost overwhelming. "J...Jesus Christ! W...wha...what are y...you doing to.......meeeee?" Sativish smiled to himself as he worked. This part of his job really gave him a hard on and he enjoyed it so. "Relax, kid. It's just an enema. Although, I know it's a REALLY hot enema, so you may be in more discomfort than I am right now. Heh, heh."
As soon as the water had been pushed into the boy's ass, Sativish took a small butt plug, tapered so it was wider at the insertion point and narrower by the handle, and jammed it quickly past the sphincter muscle before it tensed up again. Kyle squealed loudly as it slipped in. "Now we wait a few minutes, bitch. I'll be back." The buccaneer smiled viciously as stood and left, slamming the tiny port door behind him.
The next four hours were a blur for Kyle as Sativish gave him a series of enemas, then stood by and watched humiliatingly as Kyle squatted and emptied his bowels into the bucket each time. After a thorough shower he was strapped back up to the wall. Next up was the shaving and waxing, as Kyle had every bit of body hair removed by the skilled pirate, who had obviously done this before. It was barely an hour gone by and Kyle had all the hair from his legs, arms, pits, crotch and chest stripped off him, with nary a nick or scrape. Sativish quickly covered him in sheens of after-shave oil, then toweled him off and powdered him just as rapidly. As his captor unbuckled his shackles, Kyle reached down to touch his freshly shorn pubic spot; he was amazed at how soft every part of his body was to the touch. He was so smooth. Embarrassingly, his cock began to grow with arousal, the blood running thick and causing his little 5-inch penis to elongate. "Ha, ha, the little slut likes his new smoothness, eh?" Sativish chuckled the words. He stood and opened the door of the small cabin. "Follow me, girlie-boy..."
Kyle was horrified. He couldn't just walk out on the ship completely naked and now shaven to boot. "I...can't just...go out...there. Please don't...make me...please." The pleading in his voice was becoming ever more obvious as he was slowly becoming more aware of his predicament. Sativish had no patience for this behavior and shoved him none too gently through the archway. "Just get moving, bitch!" Inside the previous room, Kyle had lost track of time, not realizing it was already almost dusk. The sea was calm and on-deck activity was minimal. He continued along, guided by the hand of Sativish, down a narrow walkway between various pieces of equipment and a few compartments. They had walked probably about eighty feet by Kyle's best guess, until they arrived in front of another port door, this one a bit larger than the one they had come from. Sativish pushed him aside to work the access handle, spinning it quickly and opening the door in a swift, level movement. "Get in, bitch!" The thug pushed him in and he practically fell onto the floor and heard behind him the door immediately being closed and then the metallic click as the lock was put in place. Kyle looked around and could see by the light of the small bedside lamp that this cabin was somewhat larger than the holding cell he had been in before. It was slightly ornate with a couple of paintings on the wall, a desk near the entryway, a fairly large closet, another more narrow closet-looking door and the large, comfy looking bed in the far corner. The whole room was probably 15' by 12'.
More time went by as he continued exploring his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was an envelope sitting on the nightstand. He picked it up and opened it. It read simply: `Kyle, please forgive the crude treatment you have received. I hope these quarters will suffice as an apology. Please make yourself comfortable. See you soon, Your Captain Booker'. He was slightly taken aback, uncertain of what to think of the almost polite tone of the captain's words. He wondered how soon he would see the black pirate... He opened the closet doors and was hit by a whiff of very feminine perfume and soon saw the lavender sachet draped from the wall. There was a small dresser standing in the center of the cubicle and a few covered items hanging from a bar. On the dresser was a small TV set, probably an eighteen-inch? He turned on the TV and was met with an erotic video depicting a very muscular, very well hung African stud absolutely hammering a gorgeous white chick. She was moaning and crying out incessantly, clearly she was cumming and it didn't seem faked. He watched, mesmerized for several minutes as the big nigger mounted the white whore in multiple positions. He opened the top drawer and found a large collection of more porn of this interracial variety. He opened the next drawer and was met with the discovery of all assortment of fine, silken ladies lingerie. Every drawer appeared to be of like nature. There was all manner of silk and satin, lace and leather. He had never seen such a collection of sheer, barely-there lady wear. Baby dolls, teddies, cami sets, bras, panties, nighties, garter belts, gowns, stockings and hosiery, catsuits, bustiers, corsets, chemises and many pairs of high-heeled shoes. The items hanging in the closet turned out to be primarily schoolgirl outfits, sundry wedding dresses and bondage attire. There were no men's clothes at all, as he had hoped to find something, even makeshift, to cover up with. He figured the pirates must have frequent female visitors...or captives. He shuddered a bit, but continued examining the undergarments.
Kyle found himself hardening, his arousal fueled by the hardcore porn and the sexy undies. He had always found himself extremely turned on by those classic Playmate layouts with the model wearing sheer, gauzy lingerie. The site of all these unmentionables, coupled with the incredible scent of the lavender was making him randy as hell. He reached down to stroke his stiffening prick, closing his eyes. Suddenly a voice sounded. "Have you found something you like, my pet?" Kyle started and turned around in a quick whirl, his hand still gripping his erection. He was at once frightened and embarrassed to see the captain standing there, a slight smile creasing his lips. "Are you excited to see me?" Booker asked, nodding down at Kyle's jack-off hand. The boy blushed hotly and quickly moved to cover himself as best he could, all the while having no idea how the man had gotten in here without making a sound.
"On a ship like this, in my line of work, it's best to have more than one way in and out of most places. This is my `secret' way into here." He tapped the wood of the door that Kyle had previously brushed off as another closet. Ramon reached down and grabbed the bottom tufts of his grimy, sweaty shirt and began to pull it up and over his head. The kid gasped a little as he saw Booker taking off his tight, white sailor top and exposing the total proportions of his body. Kyle knew the captain was a large and well-built man, but he was not prepared for the colossal slab of athletic, workout-toned black perfection that described the captain. His dark chocolate skin was stretched tight over a 6'3, 245 lb muscular physique. He looked like an NFL linebacker or a pro-wrestler and Kyle guessed he must have some workout equipment on board the vessel, because it appeared as though he never left the gym.
"I will give you a chance to get out of this," he lied, "But first I would like to know a little more about you, Kyle." He paused a moment. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" He asked the question smoothly, without a trace of discomfort. The kid wasn't sure how to take that question or how to answer it. "A...g...girlfriend...?" He managed to stammer out. "Yes, Kyle, a girlfriend. More to the point, have ever gotten, how do you American's say it? A piece of tail. A slice of trim. A little taste of pussy...?" He watched the boy's face carefully, wondering when it would dawn on him just where this line of questioning was taking them. "Yea, yea...I guess. Yea I've had some pussy before." Kyle smiled smugly to himself, thinking the captain wouldn't take notice. He was wrong. Booker took note of just about everything. Ramon knew he had the kid on the hook. He flashed his bright white teeth in a disarming smile. "I knew a good-looking young buck like you had to be fucking some of those hot little bikini babes walking all around Florida. You like making them cum, Kyle? Making them scream out your name while they're on their backs underneath you, with their legs wrapped around your waist? Ever wonder what they're feeling, what it feels like to be a woman?"
"I'm not...quite...sure. I guess I...don't understand what you're getting at, Captain. But what does this have to do with me getting out of here?" Kyle was genuinely baffled, and still standing there naked cupping his crotch in both hands to cover himself. Booker walked over to the chest-of-drawers and grabbed out a flimsy, see-through crimson nightie and threw it at Kyle. "When I came in, you were watching those movies and looking at all the lingerie I have stored in here... and looking quite aroused, I might add." He paused for effect, letting the words sink in to Kyle's brain, letting him process the cat-and-mouse game they were engaging in. He flicked a dimmer dial for the light and the room grew a couple shades darker. Then he flicked a button on the TV set and the channel changed. In this movie, again there appeared a muscled black man, again fucking a lingerie-clad white girl. "Perhaps this suits you better, huh?" Kyle glanced at the screen but saw nothing different from the previous movie. "It's the same as the last one..." Booker chuckled and pointed at the screen. "You may want to look again, boy..." Kyle looked again a little closer, but still nothing struck him. He was about to give up when suddenly he realized something was bit off about the video. The moaning girl was gorgeous but he came to realize she wasn't a girl at all, but a moaning, cumming white boy, slim and young and smooth like Kyle, dressed in a corset with a garter belt and stockings and taking that black bull cock in his ass, doggy style. The black guy was really man-handling the white kid, just hammering him mercilessly. As they watched, the boy suddenly tensed up and came hard, without touching himself or being touched, his little dick spurting out silvery rivulets of jism onto the sheets beneath them. He howled out a high-pitched whore-like scream, and abruptly they saw the black dude tighten up and pound his enormous cock into that impossibly tight ass as far as it would go and then he emptied a copious load up into his pussyboi, roaring like a triumphant gladiator claiming his victory, spewing profanities at the boywhore. The camera had gone split-screen, really focusing in on the anal penetration on one side and successfully capturing the breeding as it happened and simultaneously pulling back for a full bed view for the other, so you could really see the facial expressions of both participants. They both appeared fully satisfied. Then the two lovers collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.
"It looks like this is your style, then..." Booker was smiling and Kyle all of a sudden looked down and realized he was hard as a rock viewing the extreme sexual domination of the slender white bottom by the hulking Negro top. Kyle looked back up at Captain Booker just in time to hear the unthinkable from him. "I think you would look stunning in that negligee...I would very much like to see you in it..." The brigand smiled, but more like a snake and this time his expression was tinged with lust. Kyle suddenly saw what he had failed to see for so long. "I can't wear this! I won't wear it!! I'm not doing that for you, you animal!" Ramon's desire kicked up another notch; how he loved it when they resisted. He loved working a new boy over and forcing them to give into their homoerotic emotions. Kyle was just like the majority of the lads he had taken as lovers. They would refuse to give in to the brawny black thug at first, before being overpowered by him and some hours later they would find themselves screaming out one orgasm after another as they spent that first impassioned night in the strong arms of the very deliberate pirate captain, with the sweat-soaked satins and silks that they had finally acquiesced to wearing, clinging to them. He could find every pleasurable nook and cranny of a boy's body and find a way to exploit it to his advantage. He would bring each youngster to heights they could not have ever before imagined, piercing them in every known position (and a few virtually unknown ones, as well) before leaving them utterly stripped of all remainder of maleness and spent of all energy, content to lie in their captor's embrace, at last accustomed to being his female. Booker's erection began to tent his trousers as he thought of the steamy sex that was in store that evening.
Suddenly, he was on the boy and Kyle could feel Booker's hard black muscles pressing into the soft smoothness of his milky white skin. He breathed in deeply the sweaty, musky, manly scent of the Nubian brute. He was paralyzed as Ramon took Kyle's small hand and placed it directly on his eight inch long, seven inch thick, erect cock. Kyle gasped as he felt the immense proportions of that treacherous serpent through the captain's thin khakis. "Yes, sweetie. I want you to feel me. Feel what is in store for you." He purred the words to the kid, as surely as the devil purred his words to Eve. Kyle swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat at the thought of being taken roughly by this black man, this criminal. A criminal whose overt sexuality was beginning to seep into his being, dangerously close to consuming him in the waves of passion that were all around them. "My God...you're...you're huge...! You...oh...oh..." His sentence was never finished as Booker tilted the kid's face upward with one hand under his chin and the other pulling back roughly on his girlish hair, and closed his mouth over Kyle's, engulfing the boy in a kiss of such violent fervor, that Kyle thought he might faint. As his lips and tongue took ownership of Kyle's oral cavity, his hands simultaneously found their way to his sublime buttocks. Booker squeezed and kneaded the fleshy globes, all the while knowing what his real target was.
"Give in to me, Kyle. Give into me and I swear I will be so gentle with you. I absolutely promise you will love the things I can do to you, my sweet..." The captain whispered the words as he slowly moved their ardent dance closer to the bed, almost carrying his young charge in his burly, weather-scarred hands. He pushed his tongue all the way to the back of Kyle's throat, making the kid taste him, know him. To his pleasant surprise, the young American began to return his kiss with a zeal that neither had ever known. Booker was almost mad with lust as Kyle continued to stroke his big prick, which had managed to find it's way out through his fly opening, with both of those tiny, soft hands. The pirate fumbled inn the nightstand drawer for the greasy salve he was desperately searching for, groaning out a sigh of relief when at last his hand closed around the small canister. He hurriedly popped off the cap and dug into it, greasing the fingertips of his right hand. He captured the lad's eyes with his. "Hold on, boy. Here we go..." With that he began to grind his middle finger into the tiny, puckered rosette between those luscious buns. Concurrently, he pulled out of their still fevered lip-lock and began to lick, kiss and suck his way down Kyle's chin, neck and shoulders, stopping at the sharp nubbins on the boy's chest. The nipples were both so hard, Booker could feel them practically cutting into his skin before, and now as he wrapped his lips around the left one, he slowly sank his teeth into the salty-tasting fleshy tissue, eliciting a yelp of delight from the boy. Kyle was surely becoming his, the moans of pleasure distinctly different from roars of hatred. Booker was just unlocking the female spirit inside the boy, allowing it to roam, freeing it from it's self-imposed prison. Kyle moaned again. "Ooh, ooh...my...God...I didn't...know...I didn't know..." His voice trailed off again into a series of squeals and yelps and yips, which only served to push the black brute to charge brazenly forward in his conquest. "That's it, my sweet. That's it. I've got you. Everything's fine." His frenzied manhood stood at stiff attention, ready to batter down any opposition it came upon.
Kyle was in a blur of lust and hormones and the devastating craving thrust upon him by this unabashed predator of teenage boys. The captain's vast repository of sexual knowledge and skills was a powerful weapon of seduction. What lad could possibly defy him? Kyle was in the moment as he felt the much older man's hands take control of him. He pushed his bottom into that driving digit, loving the feel of that thick appendage invading, pushing past his sphincter, and into the deep heat of his rectum. He could think of nothing else and he wanted something more to fill up that tiny hole. He could tell that the captain could satisfy this ungodly urge, this monstrous yearning. He did not struggle as the brute forced his arms up and pulled that sheer, crimson negligee down over his head. He loved the feel of the silky mesh against his smooth skin and wanted nothing more at that moment than to be taken by this man, this Nubian pirate and have his anal hunger sated by being penetrated and filled by Captain Booker.
The pirate stepped back a moment to marvel at the boy's unbelievable loveliness, with his pale white skin now ensconced in the pretty nightie. The negligee's red color really offset the red highlights in Kyle's blond hair, making it shimmer even in the dull lighting in the cabin. The nightie had a small lace around the back of the neck but had an otherwise open back. The flouncy material was trimmed with exquisite lace designs all along the bottom, which was not low hanging. In the front, the gauzy thing barely covered the boy's little boner and the breasts were cupless, leaving his nipples exposed to his horny lover's touch. The back of it was cut away completely, leaving his backside also uncovered. Kyle truly was breathtaking and at this point, nothing was going to stop Booker from burying his blood-engorged member in the boy's soft, beckoning cleft. They could be under full attack by the U.S. Navy and he would still find time to fire his cum into the kid's gripping asspussy.
"Good God, you are...beautiful...Kyle. Absolutely beautiful." Kyle smiled shyly up at him and they both knew that the inevitable was about to happen. Booker whispered in his ear, softly. "I'm going to make love to you, honey. Come along with me and I'll make it so good for you. Give yourself to me..." Kyle looked up at his captor, overcome with lust, unable to respond. His voice croaked as he attempted to tell his lover that he wanted to be taken. An experienced man knows these signals in virgins, whether verbal or otherwise and Ramon Booker was as adept as any, and more so than most, in the art of boy seduction. Still, it wasn't going to take a genius to tell that the kid had given up any pretense of resisting as he spread his legs wider around his stud, pushing back into those delving fingers as they reintroduced themselves into his pussy. He actively sought out the older man's mouth, relishing the taste of his man's saliva. "Captain...Captain Booker...I'm yours...Please! I need you..." Kyle cried out the words brokenly, desperately wanting this intense, aching desire deep in his bowels to be extinguished. Then he uttered the words he had never even imagined saying to another male. "Take me, Captain. Make...love...make love to me...Please..." He was whispering, so ashamed, but so in heat, so needing to be held and taken hard. Booker slowly pulled his fingers out of that grasping rectal glove, a squelching sound following the withdrawal. He roughly pushed Kyle down on the bed and grabbed the greasy lube he'd already used in the kid's ass. He pulled out a glop of the slick stuff and slathered it all over his throbbing cock, now almost painfully erect. Kyle was able to fully see Ramon's prick, for the first time and even in his advanced state of arousal, he was suddenly unsure of how badly he really wanted this. The pirate's cock scared him, not just because of it's physical dimensions, but because of the ferocity of the lust behind it. He knew the captain would do his best not to hurt him, but a monster that size couldn't possibly feel natural inside such a tiny space. From out of the blue, he started to panic, trying to roll quickly off the bed, but Booker was too fast for him. With cat-like quickness, he smothered the kid's body with his own, effectively putting an end to Kyle's sudden retreat. The boy swiped his hand across the pirate's face, drawing blood with his nails. The captain took a hard backhand to the little punk. He wouldn't try that again.
Booker was ready now, at last, to conquer the boy completely. Once Kyle had taken him into his body, Ramon would own his soul. As he lay the boy out spread-eagle underneath him and hooked his elbows under Kyle's knees, he achieved the access he desired. He looked back at the kid's face and saw tears flowing freely from his eyes. All at once, guilt flooded Booker's mind, but he forced him self to be firm with the boy; there would be some tears, as always, but this was going to happen, with or without consent. It was nothing new; virgins almost always got cold feet at the last minute. It had never stopped him before and it wouldn't stop him this time either. He tenderly kissed the tears away, gently whispering in the boy's ear, hoping to calm him. "Shhh, it's ok, honey. We're almost there. This is what you've been wanting." He started to gently probe Kyle's pucker with the tip of his cock, feeling the wetness of the lubricant, feeling the petite maw suckling and grasping at his glans. "By God, you're so ripe for me...so ready...so fucking ready. Tell me what you want, again, my little kitten..." He pressed a little more in to the kid's hole, just enough for him to feel where the piercing would take place. Kyle shifted uncomfortably beneath him, at once crying from shame and fear but still wanting this man more than anything he had ever wanted. He could feel it every time Captain Booker grazed his pucker with the bloated, slobbering head of his inflamed manhood. It was a feeling unlike any he had ever known until today, causing that dark, urgent desire to once again run the length of his bowels. It was a need he had to quench. He could scarcely believe he was actually here, on his back, beneath a muscle-bound black man, dressed in a sheer, red nightie preparing to be taken like a girl. But while he was terribly afraid, he also needed this so badly.
The tears were coming freely for Kyle, as he had to fight against his shame to make this black beast know that he wanted to be taken. Wanted to be the man's girl. "I...don't know...what I want. I just...ache so much...I need something..." Booker kissed him again, completely covering the boy's mouth with his own, pushing his tongue in. "I will give you what you want. Sheath your claws, my love." He whispered into the kid's mouth as they continued their oral play. The kid's ardent return of his kiss was all the sign he needed, and as they crushed their mouths together, Booker levered himself up and then gave a hard thrust down and forward. His black viper pushed into the pink, wet opening, forcing it wider. Kyle began to moan into their kiss as the captain finally took ownership of his asspussy. They groaned in concert, as their bodies slowly became one, Kyle's pussy and Booker's cock virtually fusing together from the hot slickness. The boy arched his back up into his lover's inflexible thrust, beckoning for his man to bury the entire length of his cock inside of him. With his nails buried in Booker's shoulders, he locked his legs around the brawny pirate, forcing his own aching boner to be scraped raw against the stud's hairy, chiseled stomach with each inward plunge. All he could do was scream himself hoarse and hold on for dear life as Booker completely took over the fuck and dominated him outright.
Booker was in pure animal lust. The heat and tightness that radiated up and down the length of his cock as he sank into the boy's cunt was untainted, primal need. The kid's hungry ass swallowed him whole, and threatened to put an end to Booker's reputation among his crew of having unparalleled stamina, never-ending staying power. The total sensation was one of absolute power; the boy underneath him, femmed out in lingerie, wrapped so tightly around him, they were practically one. Kyle's lips were all over his neck and shoulders, feathering him with light, airy pecks and kisses. The kid's effeminate moans and his begging and pleading were in his ears. He could feel the lad's smaller prick rubbing against his stomach. Ha had planned this all out in his mind, how he would take the kid in a myriad of positions, teaching him all the pleasures of lovemaking. But somehow, he couldn't pull himself out of the missionary they were in. Not that he couldn't physically peel the kid off him, just that his brain refused to allow him to do anything but drive his cock into Kyle again and again and again. He wanted, needed the boy's screams of orgasm.
"Ooh...my...God!! Captain...Captain...Booker!" Kyle managed to gasp out. The pirate's sweat was dripping all over him, coating them both in a sexy sheen. He looked into Booker's eyes. "I...didn't know...I mean...oohh...I never knew...ohh...God...it could be...ooh...fuck...could be like this!!" Booker was beginning to labor in his breathing. "Christ...fuckin' God...Kyle...it can.... ohhhh....it can be...like...oh God...this...uuh...every fuckin' night...ohhhh... if you want...Fuck!!" As he shouted out, he punctuated it with an extra hard fuck stroke. He went balls deep into Kyle's clutching asspussy and held it there, content to let his boy convulse around his cock. Kyle thrust upward again and again, needing every inch of his stud inside him. He was crying now from extreme lust, his mind dizzy from the intense feelings and emotions that ran throughout him as he gave up his virginity to this virile, unstoppable fuck demon.
The scent of his lover's sweat and the musky odor of sex turned him on beyond belief, but he tried, as his orgasm approached, to focus on clasping the muscles in his asspussy all around and up and down on Booker's fat prick, wanting to reward his stud for a job soon to be well done. "Captain Booooooker!! Ohhh my God!! Captain Booker!! I want... you... to cum... inside me! Make me yours...make me yours totally!!" And then it hit him, like a hammer to an anvil. He ground his prick up into the captain's stomach one last time, and then half gasped, half screamed out his climax as he clung to his lover, the man he now belonged to. His soft, yielding cunt muscles contracted up and down the entire span of the pirate's cockmeat. His nails dug deeply into Booker's muscled back, and he bit down hard on the captain's left shoulder, wailing in ecstasy. "Uhhh...uhhh...ohh!! Uhhh...God! I...need...you...uuhhh...so...bad! My captain! I'm...yours...ohhhh....fuuuuck...."
The boy's wild orgasm drove the pirate into near frenzy. He pounded the kid into the sheets harder than he ever thought it was possible to fuck someone. The kid's urgent wails and moans were driving him to his own inescapable culmination. He started spouting out whatever came to mind, losing control over what he was even saying. "Ohhh fuck!! Here comes my fuckin' load you little whore. You...ready.... ooohhh....fuck...for my fuckin' seed boy?! I'm gonna... ohhhh.... I'm gonna breed this pussy...ohhh ....uhhhh.... here it comes, slut!! Ohhh...God!! Take it!! Take it!! Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!" The veins in his neck constricted as all the blood in his body was focused on the task of fucking the living hell of this beautiful kid underneath him. The roar in his ears was like a freight train as his orgasm hit, just seconds after Kyle's had soaked them both. He caught Kyle's eye just as he came and the lust in them was apparent. They shared another deep, soulful kiss as their orgasms subsided.
Booker lifted up off the kid, and swung Kyle's right leg up and over both of them and collapsed behind the trembling boy to spoon him without ever taking his cock out. He was still partially hard and he wanted to stay nestled in that snug cave for as long as possible. Kyle was in no shape to fight off anything; he was completely exhausted. He just let the black brute arrange himself behind him, with them still joined together. There would doubtless be more sex this night, but not for a little while. He felt Booker's lips softly kissing the back of his head and neck, smelling his hair. He smiled the smile of one who has been truly satisfied and fell asleep in his lover's arms. More to cum...?
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