Johanna plays doctor.

Johanna decided that it was her responsibility to check on Johnny first. With easy access to water and a convenient shelter, they were fairly well set up for the moment, and it seemed like the young man’s personal well being should be her top priority.

“Lay down, Johnny. I’m going to give you another once-over to make sure we didn’t miss any further injuries, after which I’ll clean your wound and replace the soaked cloth with some of these broad leaves.” The young man took a breath as if to say something, but Johanna was very careful to give an order, not a request, and so Johnny simply gave a “Yes ma’am,” before moving away from the wall and lying on his back, breathing nervously.

Johanna set herself down next to the young man, and started by carefully running her fingers along his shoulders and chest, feeling for broken bones and watching his reaction. The young man’s breathing was tense, but it didn’t seem like anything was broken, although, as her fingers moved along his ribs, applying light pressure, she noticed a flinch of pain. Probably some light bruising, but nothing that wouldn’t heal. She also noticed that while Johnny was a slender man, his muscles were reasonably firm, probably aided by his duties running packages all over the ship, climbing the rigging, and performing various other chores for the crew.

Johanna skipped over the bandages; she’d get a better look at what was beneath that when she cleaned it afterwards, and her hands came to his trousers. She decided that she may as well check everything while she had him here, and hooked her fingers beneath his waistband. Johnny started to stammer out a protest and moved to sit up, but a firm look from Johanna killed any words he was trying to form and sent him back into a prone position. She smiled at his obedience as she wiggled his trousers and his smallclothes down his legs, revealing, among other things, his erect penis. Johanna blushed at the firm instrument, and Johnny stammered out an apology. “S-sorry, Captain, it’s just, um. You’re so pretty, uh, I mean, and without, I just-”

“Quit yammering, Johnny.” She cut him off, taking hold of the cock under the pretense of examining him for injuries. It wasn’t the largest she’d ever seen, but it wasn’t exactly small, either. It twitched in her grip, and she released it, reaching down to his testicles and fondling them as well. To check that they were intact, of course. They were, and the young man’s breathing became very tense as she insured the wellbeing of his genitals. Satisfied that no damage had been done below the belt, she gave a cursory glance up and down his legs, which also seemed fine. “Everything looks good down here,” She smirked, “How do you feel, Johnny?”

The young man seemed speechless, either due to arousal or embarrassment or uncertainty, but Johanna could guess how he felt. She let her gaze return to his stiff member. She reached for it again, gently taking it in her hand. “This looks a bit uncomfortable. When was the last time you were with a woman, Johnny?” The young man gasped at her grip, but managed to stammer out: “N-n-never, ma’am.” Johanna raised her eyebrow at this. He was fairly young, but most men who embark on a trip as long as theirs tended to find a woman (or man, she supposed) to slake their lusts upon before shipping out. If he was telling the truth, though, Johnny hadn’t just been sexless for the length of the voyage, but for his entire adult life.

"Normally I would expect a man in my service to handle a problem like this on their own," Johanna said, beginning to stroke Johnny’s cock, “But in your condition, the activity would probably open your wound back up.” Johnny choked out something that might have been a reply, or thanks, or an apology, but Johanna kept slowly stroking along his length, and his words all died in his throat. Johanna smiled at the effect she was having, surprised at her own forwardness, “I don’t want you to perform any strenuous activity while recovering, so just relax, and let your captain handle this.”

Johnny quit trying to talk or protest, and just let his head lean back against the stone floor, his eyes locked on Johanna’s face and her breasts, which were gently bobbing up and down as her arm pumped his cock. Johanna released his cock and spit into her hand before continuing to masturbate the young man. Her own arousal was growing as she did so, and she reflected that it had been a few months since her last sexual encounter. She was honestly looking forward to making port and getting laid again, and wondered if she hadn’t unfairly manipulated the young man into this situation. She increased the pace of her stroking, and her free hand moved up to unfasten her bra. She saw Johnny’s eyes grow wide as her healthy breasts swung free of their confines, delighting in his reaction. Whatever the reason they found themselves here, she may as well make his first handjob one to remember.

Johnny, for his part, couldn’t hold back his orgasm much longer. Johanna felt his cock begin to pulse in her grasp, and saw the strained look on his face as he tried to hold back. “Don’t resist, sailor. Let it go,” she encouraged, speeding up her stroking and rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock. Johnny, obedient as ever, orgasmed moments later, spewing warm semen over Johanna’s hand and his own waist.

Johanna kept stroking for a moment, and the cock spasmed a few more times with smaller squirts of ejaculate before she let go. She opened her mouth, intending to tell him to clean himself up, before realizing that the entire reason she justified this exercise was because of the pain tending to himself would cause. She wrinkled her face, then reached down with both hands and did her best to scoop up all of the messy cum. Johnny was panting heavily as he watched his Captain, seemingly drained by Johanna’s efforts. Seeing him looking, she gave him a confident smile and decided to give him something else to make this a memorable experience for him, raising her cum-covered hands to her mouth and making a show of licking them clean. It was only the second time she’d tasted a man’s semen, and Johnny’s was less bitter than she expected it to be. After her hands and his cock were sufficiently clean, she reached down, gave one or two more careful gropes to his softening rod, and then pulled up his trousers and smallclothes.

“C-Captain,” Johnny whispered, still out of breath, “Th-Thank you, I mean, um, I-” Johanna cut him off with a movement of her hand. “I’m just looking out for the health and wellbeing of my crew. Now stay there for a minute while I fetch some water to clean your bandages.”