On the Deck

You awaken to find yourself alone in the captains bed. Rather than feeling drained from the previous nights 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, not realizing how dehydrated you felt and then proceed to wash yourself with a small cloth and a bar of rough soap. You look around for your clothes, but the're nowhere to be found. Not wanting to waste time you find a small piece of white cloth and fasten it into a soft of makeshift loincloth. You take a deep breath and make your way onto the deck of the pirate vessel.

You're momentarily blinded by the bright mid morning sun but after a few seconds of painful blinking your eyes adjust and you take in your surroundings.

Closest to you, two youthful redheads, possibly twins though it's hard to tell, are diligently scrubbing the deck with what looks to be a mixture of soap and seawater. They give stop their cleaning and stare at you, mouths half open 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 forth 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 red heads 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 forty sailors working on the deck alone. There were probably at least as many below deck. You wouldn't be surprised if there were nearly a hundred sailors manning this 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 ages and it was starting to weight on me." She gives you a hearty slap on your ass, the thin cloth doing little to mute the sting.

She throws her head back and laughs as you yelp from the slap, 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 that 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." You hear some disappointed chatter punctuate the silence," Secondly, even if I do permit you to bed him, the first fuck of every day is to be reserved for her royal highness 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 harlots." The pirates laugh at that and the tension is broken.

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

The captain leans in close and whispers, "In a few minutes I shall have Princess 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 have their way with you, is it perhaps possible that even then your thirst would remain unquenched?"

"Fetch the captive," she snaps at the nearest sailor, one of the redheaded twins that you'd seen scrubbing the deck. Without hesitation the young girl vanishes below deck in a flash of red curls. Her sisters looking jealously after her.

"It's time for you to put on a show," Captain Blackbeaver 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 without a shred of clothing. Despite the precariousness of your situation, or perhaps because of it, you find yourself eager to once again sheath your cock in the nubile young princess.

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 princess right behind her wearing nothing but the skin she was born in.

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