On the Deck

You awaken to find yourself alone in the captain's bed. Rather than feeling drained from the previous night's activities, you feel refreshed and ready to see what the new day will bring.

Looking around the room you see that a bucket of fresh water has been left out. You drink deeply and use the rest of the water to clean yourself up with a small cloth and a bar of rough soap. You look around for your clothes but find only a small piece of white cloth that you fasten into a sort of makeshift loincloth. With a deep breath, you head above deck.

As you emerge from the bowels of the dimly lit ship you’re momentarily blinded by the mid-morning sun, after a few moments your eyes adjust and you take in your surroundings.

Closest to you, two young redheads, twins by the look of it, are diligently scrubbing the deck with what looks to be a mixture of soap and seawater. They stop their cleaning and stare at you in surprise until a woman who could easily pass for their older sister barks at them to get back to work. The twins blush prettily and begin to scrub with renewed vigor.

A fourth woman, tall and blond with an angry scar down one side of her face watches you with her one good eye as she half-heartedly repairs a missing section of railing that looks like it was hit by something heavy. Unlike the two shy redheads, she looks you up and down and smiles appreciatively. The scar puckers up and gives what could otherwise have been a sweet smile a look of menace.

All told there are close to twenty sailors working on the deck alone. With as many likely working below deck there could be nearly forty sailors manning the ship.

"I see you've deigned to grace us with your presence." You hear the captains say from somewhere behind you. You turn to find her fully dressed, with a pretty grin splitting her flawless face. The tension you'd seen in her last night seems to have vanished and there is a lightness to her demeanor that puts you at ease.

"You did well last night male," she exults, "I haven't been fucked like that in... well ever actually." She gives you a hearty slap on your ass, the thin cloth does little to mute the sting.

She throws her head back and laughs as you yelp, vigorously rubbing yourself. A couple of nearby pirates witness the interaction and chuckle at your discomfort.

"Ladies," the captain bellows in a commanding voice that draws all eyes to her. "For those of you who are not aware, this male is my new cabin boy." A couple of older sailors grin knowingly at the captain, no doubt they had heard her cries of passion last night and had figured that this would be the case.

"As long as he serves me well and performs his duties he is not to be touched by any of you harlots without my expressed permission." Disappointed chatter punctuates the silence, “Secondly, even if I do permit you to bed him, the first fuck of every day is to be reserved for our esteemed guest until such time that his seed takes root in her womb." She finishes off with a wide grin, "Don't be too disappointed though, this male has more stamina than any I've ever encountered. I dare say he may be too much for some of you weak-kneed, yellow-bellied worms." The pirates laugh heartily along with their captain.

"Now, who wants a show?" The captain bellows. The crew begins to cheer and all eyes are on you.

The captain leans in close and whispers, "In a few minutes I shall have Anna brought up to the deck." she says in a suddenly serious tone, "I trust you will be able to perform?"

She looks down and, seeing your cock strain against the thin cloth, shakes her head in disbelief. "You truly are an exceptional specimen." She looks out to sea and chuckles, "I wonder... if I had allowed my crew to have their way with you, is it perhaps possible that you would have been the one to fuck them to ****?"

"Fetch the captive," she snaps at the nearest sailor, one of the redheaded twins. Without hesitation, the young woman vanishes below deck in a flash of red curls. Her sister looks jealously after her.

"It's time for you to put on a show," Captain Darkwater says, even as she takes hold of your crudely fastened loincloth and gives it a quick yank. The flimsy piece of fabric slides off of you and exposes your throbbing cock to the cool morning air.

Lusty eyes wash over you and you suddenly find yourself feeling very ****. The captain smirks and walks away, leaving you alone on the deck, naked as the day you were born. Despite the precariousness of your situation, you find yourself eager to once again sheath your cock in the petite green-eyed blond.

Moments later, you see a shock of red hair appear from a small hatch and she stares wild-eyed at your oversized manhood. With a quick shake of her head, she fully emerges from the hatch with the wild-eyed Anna right behind her wearing as little as you.

As Anna makes her way onto the deck she tries futilely to cover herself with her small hands. She blushes deeply as the eyes of dozens of women flick between her tight body and the massive rod jutting out from between your legs.