Remember…

After quite literally dragging these three men off of the island and returning them to the ship, two of them had already begun to come to their senses. A few buckets of ice cold ocean water splashed across their face was enough to bring them back to life. They apologized for their behavior, and quickly returned to their stations.

One man, however, was not so strong minded. Harmocydes, after practically water boarding the poor man was only barely able to remember anything about this ship, or who he was. He still claimed that the island was his home, and he must, as he put it, “return to his whores” before they found another mate. It was heartbreaking to say the least. The fact he was currently tied to the brig below deck was even worse.

After we were safely off shore and back into the open ocean I decided it was about time for me to have a one on one talk with the man myself. Even if he attempted an escape there was nowhere he could possibly go, so there seemed to be much less of a risk at this point.

I ordered my men to stay above on the upper decks, a way to give our brother some privacy below. Cursed by the magic of the lotus leaves, information I was given by his two other compatriots as they came to their senses, it was no way for a man to be seen. He was not himself, and he only needs help.

I allow myself to go to the brig alone, stepping in the metal cage and letting it clang behind me as I am met face to face with the man I had once called a friend. Here he stay, chained like an animal, fully naked as he refused to put on clothes. His muscles gleamed in the soft lantern light that barely illuminated the dreary room, his sweat dripping from his chin as he seemed to still be trying to escape, and his cock, still hard, standing at attention as I stepped into the room.

“A bimbo such as yourself being a captain of this ship is absurd.” He said, not in a harsh manor, but as if he were stating facts. I chose not to speak and let the man dig his own grave. “You are better suited as a slave underneath mans cock, rather than commanding them yourself.” He smirked.

“Are you done?” I ask, my voice not cold, but harsh as I stared the man down, arms crossed, and waiting. “You are the one who got himself caught in the snare of the lotus flower, not I, Harmocydes.” I say, though he slammed his foot against the ground and growled.

“Quit calling me that name, whore! That is not who I am!” He growls, rising to his feet, as he stared me down with a grimace that even made me tense up. I was in the room with a predator, and the way his appendage swung between his thighs showed me just how hungry he was. “My name is Daddy, and you will refer to me only as that.”

This time I didn’t speak, I just stared down at my old friend. The other two had told me about the effects of the lotus, how it made each of them incredibly horny, longing for a pleasurable touch. They told me, to their knowledge, that they were both brought to orgasm by their partner, Harmocydes was not so lucky.

That would explain his behavior…

Another reason I had asked specifically to be left alone. I locked many doors behind me as I made my way to the brig, making sure that I would not be followed as I too, deserved my privacy in this moment. As a way to help my friend.

“Well, Daddy.” The word sounded almost venomous coming from my tongue. But I approached, undid his bindings, and then took a step back myself as I watched his reactions for a second. He was yet to move, but he stared at me with a hunger that made me squirm.

“Your men told me about your predicament. How the women of that island left you… unsatisfied.” I said as I approached, grabbing his wrist, and slowly putting his hand on the brim of my shirt now. “As your Captain, it is my job to make sure my men are comfortable on my ship.” I say, as I let him start to remove my top, as I let my bottoms drop to the floor.

“Allow me to remedy your situation. And maybe then, you will remember who you are.” I say as I finish removing my top. And before I could even say another word the much stronger man grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in for a kiss.