A Pirates Treasure

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The small town was quiet that day, the ports were almost empty accept for two maybe three boats. Fishermen and sailors alike. A young male was walking down from the lighthouse where he stayed with a friend that kept watch over the area. Running a hand through his hair he darted toward an old tavern. "Crap I'm going to be late" he mumbled as he went. As he got closer to his job an old man with a scare across his face waited impenitently for him. "Callon your late" said the old man crossing his arms over his chest annoyed with the lad.

 

"Yes. . . I'm sorry boss I got caught up and helping-" Callon started as the old man raised his hand turning around heading inside. Swallowing hard he followed him inside. Callon knew from experience not to explain to him the details.It was a few hours before the drunkards of the small town would be in. Taking in a deep breathe he followed in.

 

Grabbing Callon the old man shoved him into a wall once they were inside. Taking the young male's arm twisting it so it would leave a burn. "Don't be late again" he threatens letting go of his arm. "Yes, Sir!" Callon exclaims staying facing the wall. Turning around he hears the office door click as it closes.

 

"Stupid old fart!" he mumbles running into the kitchen to prepare everything. Slowly after a few hours the tavern began to come to life with people.

[Wolfenone]

The ship docked at the small town. Each man was handed his share of the loot they had gathered from before, but it wasn’t like they weren’t going to get it back before they left. Kel Reed stood beside the gangplank as he went over the check list in his hand as he watched his men take a purse of coins and head down. The sails up and the flags tied to the masts so not to alert the villagers of what and who they were. There were several of his men behind him waiting for their orders, they would be gathering the supplies needed, fixing the minor damage to the ship, and extra materials to take with them, food stuffs, extra clothing and cloth, more rigging and sail tarp, standard stocking trip. With a list and an allowance given to each man everyone disembarked from the Galleon, not the typical pirate ship, but it worked for him and his crew.

He trusted his men to get what they wanted and then join the rest of the crew for drinks at the local tavern. If he was feeling nice later he would even get rooms for them all to have a night on dry land. Hell he’d bet that half his crew already had whores with their legs wide already. Didn’t matter to him, let them have their fun. They knew that he didn’t like women; his crew also knew that he could fuck them all up, and after a couple of attempts at his life before, they didn’t even think about it now.

Kel walked into the tavern, he was in simple pants, a simple shirt and jacket and boots, as his men were dressed like people and not the common thug pirate that they had run into before with bandanas on their heads and colorful sashes and hats and jewelry. He walked over to a seat at a table with two of his men, one his first mate Ian, and the other the main shipwright, and second to his first mate, Greg.

“They went to relieve themselves with the local lady folk,” Ian answered the unspoken question. “How many days on this land?”

“To have the ship’s hull and underbelly completely cleaned and smoothed over, and to have the cannon deck fixed, about four days, maybe five, you have time,” Kel replied. “Map out the town yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ian answered.

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Callon watched as people rushed in wanting to escape their life for a few measly hours. Seeing the waitress flirt with the men he rolled his eyes knowing what would happen later on upstairs. Swaying his hips through the crowds he took orders and delivered it to them. A tall blonde with big bosom's moved her hips seductively toward him, she was another waitress one who got around regularly. "Callon, pick up my table number three I got lucky see ya later" she said then lightly kissed his cheek as thanks before he could respond she dashed off with some guy.

 

Sighing he went on with his night watching as some men got into a fight. Rolling up his sleeve's he strolls up to them, slamming his hands down on the table with a bright smile though most could see it looked deadly scary. "Look here mates I believe you all have had enough for tonight. Fancy y'all should get home before your wives start a worrying" Callon's voice threaten in a nice way. The men stop fighting looking at the younger male "We'll stop but we're staying"

 

"Fine. . . stay.. but if you so much as raise a hand at one another I promise you'll be outside before you can say woof" The men all nodded and with that Callon walked away satisfied he left them scared. Running a hand through his hair he notice some men waiting to be served at table number three.

 

Making his way toward them he notice that they looked like regular fisher men. "What can I get you boys?" he asked as he got closer to them. Putting one hand on his hip he waited for them to reply, his eyes watching them closely. Turning his head he looked around to see if the owner had come down from his pedestal, noticing he wasn't there he smiled please with himself.

[Wolfenone]

Kel listened to Greg and Ian talk for a while as he watched a couple more of his crew go upstairs with women. Ian turned and watched a couple go up with one woman and he chuckled. “She’s gettin her hands full,” Ian said.

“More than just her hands,” Greg replied. Kel smirked and shook his head. He looked around the room for a waitress to come take their order, he was hungry and thirsty. He saw the fight break out over a couple of what he assumed was local men. His eyes went to the boy that slammed his hand on the table and gave them a talking to. Ian and Greg saw where his eyes landed and they smirked to themselves for a moment until Kel’s attention went back to them.

“Find something you be fancying?” Ian asked as the boy walked over to their table. Kel lifted a brow at his first mate and then turned to the boy.

“Men, we’re not boys,” Kel corrected the waiter. “Three house specials and three tankards of ale,” he replied. “Extra bread with one,” he paused as he looked over the boy. “How much are you for a night?”

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"Sure men" Callon replies rolling his eyes at the man. "Be right up" Taking a step back he turns on his heal heading toward the kitchen. Slightly turning his head he gave the other men who had started a fight a glare, watching as they tried to ignore it. "Big Pete Three house specials and Ill get the ale" he said watching the cook get to work. Pouring the ale he looked out into the crowd of people from the small room to see if anything was happening.

 

"Here ye go, three house specials and a little dinner for you when your shift is over" said Pete putting the three plates onto the tray. "Thanks" Picking up the tankards of ale he puts them on the tray as well. Slowly picking it up he starts out the door, hearing the old office door open his stomach knotted. "Only on good night the old fart decides to come out of its grave" he mutters making his way back over to the table.

 

Getting to the table of the three men he smirks "Here you go boys" he purposely said to them. Sliding three food and beverages off the tray. "If you boys' need anything just wave and most likely me or a waitress will come." He replies giving them a soft smile watching a table far off seeing the owner try to sway a girl.

[Wolfenone]

Kel watched him frowning when he didn’t get an answer to his question. The pirates waited patiently for their food. Kel didn’t take his eyes off the boy until he vanished behind the doors. Ian chuckled at him and leaned on the table.

“Captain,” he started, Kel’s attention went to him. “Want us to nab him when we get this town?”

“You know I have never –“

“Captain,” Ian looked at him and grinned as the boy walked back out. Kel followed Ian’s eyes and then to the tavern owner. Kel’s lips twitched up when the boy came back over and sat their food down before them calling them boys again.

“You will regret that attitude of yours,” Kel said as he picked up his tankard of ale and took a drink of it.

Greg and Ian sat back in their chairs, watching the man before them. Once the boy walked away from the table did Kel turn his attention to the two men his eyes narrowed, but they understood the threat in their Captain’s words, and he never gives empty threats.

Kel started to eat as he watched more of his crew depart either by themselves or with a woman on their arm.

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"I regret nothing with my attitude" Callon replies waving his hand dismissively making his around their table to the next. Not thinking much on what the male said he went about with his night. The owner of the place was ordering drinks one after another, swallowing hard he knew what came when he had a little too much. Putting a smile he swayed his body through the crowds of people. "Excuse me Sir. but I believe you have had enough" he said to him dismissing the young waitress who was catering to his beck and call.

 

"I know when I've had enough and I haven't had enough yet boy.." the owner replies his words slurring. Sighing Callon didn't put up much of fight against him. "If you say so, Sir." turning around he headed back for drinks. Entering the kitchen he quickly took his dinner and ate it slowly letting the women do their jobs.

 

"You know you shouldn't let Mr. stingy boss you around so much cause one of these days you're going to snap and kaboom" Big Pete replies with a chuckle looking to Callon. He had watch the boy grow up into a fine young adult though wished he could escape this life and do something even marvelous. Walking over to him he ruffles Callon's hair smiling down at him.

 

"Mhmm but if I did that I might lose my job. . . plus he saved me, I guess I feel the need to owe he for it" Smiling Callon fishes his dinner. Taking the back of his hand he wipes his mouth then rubs it on his pants. "Thanks big Pete" Shoving full tankards onto two trays he heads back out. His mind focus on getting out of there when his shift ended and praying the owner doesn't get too rowdy.

[Wolfenone]

Kel chuckled as the two men with him just smiled at Callon as he started to move away. The night then started to go on as normal, his men eating their fill of land food and drinking their weight in ale. One of his crew walked into the tavern and up to him. He leaned over Kel’s shoulder.

“The ship will be finished being stocked tomorrow morning, right now it’s getting the underbelly cleaned, also the dock master wants to see her papers,” the man whispered. Kel nodded his head he looked to Greg and tilted his head towards the door. The man stood up finished his ale and followed the man out of the tavern. Ian looked at Kel and chuckled.

“What?”

“You’re slacking in your job as Captain, Captain,” Ian said.

“Am I now?” Kel asked; Ian looked at him with a smirk on his face as the tankards were refilled; Ian looked to the waitress and grinned at her. Their attention suddenly went to the tavern owner however. The man was putting back more drinks than some of Kel’s own men. He looked around the tavern room; he could see six of his men sitting around the room, one more walking down the stairs.

Ian sat up straighter. There was a tension in the air that spoke of danger. Ian knew that Kel will not allow his men to fight at the moment; their time would come soon enough.

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Callon shook his head watching the owner dance with some of the woman, stealing them from the other men in the room. He took small steps serving the paying customers knowing. Knowing their was tension in the room and even the cause since everyone seem to have their eyes on the owner. "Damn it old fart" he muttered clanking the last tankard onto a table. Balling his fist up he made his way over to the owner. "Now you have enough" with that said he rips the tankard out of his hands.

 

"You want this back?" He moved the tankard around watching the drunken owner. Without a second thought he lifted it up toward his lips and chug the rest of the ale. He had never touched ale before having decided long ago he wouldn't be one of the drunks at the tavern. Slamming the tankard down onto the table he tried to hide his face of dislike for the taste.

 

"You rotten bastard" The owner takes Callon by the shirt shoving him into a nearby empty table. "Pour me another" he growls. Callon rolls his eyes pushing his boss off of him. Taking a deep breathe he grabs the man arm twisting it against his back. "Look here I'll fire you. . . don't make me slap you boy" his words slurred at this the young male knew he wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.

 

"Come on I'll escort you home. . ." The owner's home was the small house next door. "Sorry everyone for the disturbance, I'll be taking care of it." Twisting the owners arm some he led the man out of tavern slowly. He hoped the girls would pick up the slack while he left for a bit. The springs cold night air hit his face as he let go of the owners arm. "come on your wife's awaiting for ya" he said watching the owner stumble his way toward his home.

 

"Jeeze what would he do without me" he joked to himself staying outside for a bit longer. Moving a hand to his back he could feel a bruise starting to form. "Great at least its not noticeable" Tilting his head up he took in a deep breath of fresh air. his stomach slightly turning from downing almost a full tankard.

[Wolfenone]

The pirates watched silently at the commotion. Ian and Kel calmly sat at their table taking it all in as the waiter boy seemed to handle the tavern owner on his own. Ian’s lips even smirked up when the boy chose to drink the man’s ale. Kel didn’t seem that amused with the situation.

“Kid has balls,” Ian said.

“He has an attitude problem,” Kel corrected into his ale as the boy and tavern owner left outside.

“Yeah and how badly you wanna fuck it out of him?” Ian asked with a grin. Kel’s attention turned to his first mate. Seeing the lack of amusement on the captain’s face he cleared his throat. He looked at his empty tankard and licked his lips.

“We’re going to be ashore for a couple of days, I want to leave by the fourth morning, preferred third night, tomorrow all hands will be at the dock, cleaning and repairing, I don’t want to stay on land any longer than we have to,” Kel informed Ian.

“I’ll make sure the crew is up and ready by noon at least,” Ian answered. Kel nodded as he stood up and turned to leave. He didn’t like land over much.

When he walked outside and saw Callon, he chuckled as he walked past the boy a few steps, he paused in his fourth step past the boy, he didn’t say anything however as he kept walking towards the docks.

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Breaking out of his hearing the tavern door open, he gave a small nod toward the man leaving. "Have a goodnight, Sir." hae said to the male watching him as he slowly leaves. Turning back around he heads back into the tavern to finishes his shift peacefully.

 

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Two day's went on since that night at the tavern and so far the owner couldn't remember what had happened at all. He had been out all day working on putting up most wanted pictures of local bandits from nearby towns. "Sad these people were probably good once" he said to himself as he nails a photo to a bulletin board by the docks. His eyes look over to the Ships at dock and smile softly. "The only place where most villains run free" Callon thinks out and makes his way across the small town to put up more most wanted signs of the guy.

 

After a full day of running around doing odd jobs for money he was right on time for work. Pulling out his key he gets the place ready. Seeing the town bask in the setting sun, Callon softly smiles. He knew that life was hell for him but at least he got to live it to its fullest unlike his family did. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts out of his mind.

 

Sitting at a table he waited patiently for customers and the awful owner. Laying his head on the table he closed his eyes for what felt like a few seconds but turned into two hours. The sound of screaming and gunshots awoke him, pushing out his chair he made his way over to the door, slightly opening to look out. He saw towns people running for their lives.

 

Having never seen this before he moved away from the door and went running upstairs to the owners room looking for something to protect himself with. But as usual he hadn't found anything. Before he exited the room he heard someone walk into the tavern without thinking he though it might be his boss. "Boss what the hell is going on out -" he started to say walking out of the office. Seeing a male he just didn't recognize but could tell he was a pirate.

[Wolfenone]

His ship, the Nightshade, was fixed, and stocked within the two days he wanted. He had worked alongside his men. Something he made a habit of doing when his ship needed some care. The underbelly was clean and the wood looked wonderful. Back in the water the loading started. They would bring whatever they got from the raid to the ship. He and his first mate and master shipwright would count divide the shares for when they docked next.

The night of the attack he pulled Ian to the side. “Alive, unharmed, rope bound,” he informed his first mate. The man nodded and gathered three men of his own, as he gave the orders for the men to set the flag and do as they pleased. He stood up on deck of his ship and watched his men rend through the town.

The pirate that walked into the tavern was followed by three others. The last one coming in was Ian, he looked around the tavern and his eyes landed on Callon. The pirates moved around the tavern. “Is the gold kept here?” he asked the boy, “break it all down take as much booze and food as you can carry.”

The pirates started to ransack the tavern. Ian staying at the door, a smirk on his face as he watched the boy, the cutlass in his hand he tapped on his shoulder as he watched the men bring out sacks of food and booze. They stood in the room looking towards the boy.

“He’s a bit on the small side aint he?”

“I bet he’d be good an tight though, unlike them whores.”

“I rather fuck a woman whore or no than him though.”

“Not for us to choose, though. The Captain has made it clear we are to bring him and a few choice females with us for selling in the next auction,” Ian said. “Be a good lad.” Ian said as he pulled a thick heavily soiled rag from one of his pockets.

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Watching the pirates enter the tavern fear struck him throughout his whole body. Biting his lip he backed away from the stairs looking for an option of escape. "The gold is not here so scram you pesky bee's" growling at the the men who enter. Seeing the last fourth pirate enter his mind automatically remembered him. He had never picked up on the fact he was a pirate or anything.

 

Balling his hands into fist he swallowed his fear. "Disgusting cretin's, I'm not going anywhere with you boys" he yelled his face turning a dark red hearing things they were saying. Turning around he knew one place of escape and that was through the hidden door in the office that led out into the hallway; where separate room's were for the woman to do business. Taking a deep breath he pulled open the door with all his might running into it, not shutting the door behind him. The sound of heavy boots followed him into the room.

 

For the first time in a long time the door to the other room was locked. "Why won't it open" he mutters pulling on the door knob. A strong arm wraps itself around his neck pulling him toward the much bigger pirate "Hey Ian I caught him" he yelled to the first mate.

 

Before the pirate could drag him down stairs he lifted his elbow up nailing the male in the stomach as hard as he could. The grip loosening for him to get away from the pirate. "He's gettin away damn brat!" Running back out the way he came in he saw the other two blocking his way down from the stairs. The other two slowly made their way up the stairs closing in on him.

 

Backing up back into the office he felt the tight arms wrap around his arms tightly holding him in place. Squirming in place he tried his best to get away from the men. "Let me go. . . Let me go" he screams moving around in the mans arms, another pirate came up leaning down grabbing his legs so it would be easier to bring him downstairs where Ian was. "Damn feisty little" the third pirate said grabbing the rope.

[Wolfenone]

Ian waited down stairs as the three went towards the boy. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he listened to the ruckus up stairs. The things they do for their Captain, and well that worked vice versa too. Ian watched as the pirates walked down the stairs. He walked quickly to the boy and placed the rag against his face pressing down on the rag for a few moments.

Ian helped the others tie up the boy and then he blindfolded him before he tossed him over his shoulder. “Get the goods, once we drop this off we’ll head back out. The Captain gave us three hours,” he said and headed back to the ship.

Once back to the ship the Captain was over seeing his crew bring good on the ship. He looked up at Ian as he took the baggage to the Captain’s cabin and dumped him on the bed before heading back out. There was several of the crew ready to set sail when the raiding was done.

Ian stepped up beside Kel and crossed his arms. “He was a pain,” Ian said.

“What is going to be a pain is the women in the cells,” he sighed as he watched the men come and go from the ship. “Prepare to set sail in an hour,” he said and turned back towards the village they had stayed at.

“Going to sell the women?”

“If the crew can keep their hands off of them,” he looked to Ian.

After their allowed time the sails were set and the Nightshade was out in open waters. The crew cheered and caused a celebration as the moon shone in the sky. Kel watched from his the deck leading towards his quarters. There was something in there that he needed to take care of.

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Callon struggled against the men watching as what he thought was their leader. Seeing the rag then watching as it was forced against his face, he took in a deep breath inhaling its contents. The smell on the rag had a sweet scent but the instant he smelled it, it started to make him feel sleepy. His struggling became less and less soon out like a light by the time they were done tying him up. His body was light easily enough for anyone to carry him.

 

Through the rest of the raid Callon slept through it all on the captains bed fast asleep from the drug that had been on the rag. By the time he started waking up he could hear the sounds of cheering and excitement coming from what he though in the tavern. His mind hadn't caught up to where he. "Nhmm.."

 

Callon's body felt heavy and cramped up from the way he was sleeping, moving his arms he notice he couldn't move them and his feet as well. Fully awaking he finally notice he wasn't laying on one of the beds upstairs in the tavern he was laying on someone's bed. He hadn't been paying attention to the sound of the room's door being opened and closed. He wiggled in his bounds to free himself though found it impossible as the rope got tighter every time he moved.

[Wolfenone]

Kel walked into his cabin and went around and lit two lamps to bring light in. He sat down in a chair and took off his boots and coat. He leaned back in the chair as he poured himself some wine and looked towards the boy. “Struggling will make the rope burns worse,” he said calmly. Hopefully catching the others attention. “I am going to explain a few things to you,” he went on as he sipped the wine. “You belong to me, your life and everything you are everything you have is mine,” he paused to let that bit sink in. “My name is Kel Reed, I am the Captain of the Fang Pirates, you are on the Nightshade, she is a Galleon type ship. We are several hours out from shore, and the waters at this time are cold, and filled with sharks and other sea life that would be happy to have easy food. Here are the rules. First I am going to fix that attitude of yours; you will address me as master, failure to do so will result in ten lashes, which you will count out loud, they won’t stop until you start from one and go to ten aloud, failure to miss one doesn’t mean you count it. I have a feeling you’ll have lots of practice with that. Second you will respect my crew and I failure to do so will have you strung up on the main mast for a length of time. First offence three hours, second ten, third an entire day, during this time you will get no food or water. Fourth time you will start on whippings for a length of time,” he explained as he looked at the wine in his glass. “If you disobey me you will be punished, what types and how badly depends on my mood and what you have done to upset me, if you back talk me I will gag you, you will answer any question or questions I have when I ask them.”

He waited a few minutes as he sipped at the wine, he was sure that the boy was going to try and protest. “Do you understand what has been done and said to you?” he asked calmly.

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Callon nearly jumped at the sound of the voice trying to his head to the sound. Listening to him nearly wanted to punch the man. "Like hell I would ever call you, Master your a blood sticken pirate thief!" Exclaiming squirming more trying to break out of the ropes knowing that they would leave rope burns. After Kel finished what he was saying to him, he just couldn't accept any of that. To him it sounded like a life full of slaving around for the captain and his crew.

 

"I understand alright but I rather be fed to the fishes and the sharks end my life early then be near you or this crew" Callon spats out if he could see he would be glaring at the male with all his hatred. "I'm not your damn slave you can just boss around like you own me." He knew his voice wasn't sounding too convincing but he also knew he was frighten of the situation he had gotten himself in.

 

Moving around some more on the bed he somehow managed to get onto his back. With the little energy he had left he pushed all his muscles into helping him sit up. Once he sat his body fell right back down onto the bed with a thump. Taking in a deep breath he let out one loud scream of frustration "Ahhhh. . ."

[Wolfenone]

Kel watched him and sighed. He sat the glass down on the table as he grabbed a thin two foot stick and moved over towards the bed. “You still have that attitude problem,” he said and watched as the boy sat up only to fall back down again. He stood beside the bed for a moment as he considered how he was going to go about doing this, and then used the ropes to turn him back over to his stomach. He placed the stick on the other’s ass, then lifted and started to lash at him as he said he would do. They were slow, but hard enough to sting, but not leave any lasting marks.

 

“As something that belongs to be, I don’t entertain the idea of just throwing you away,” he informed the other as he smacked the wooden stick down on the other’s ass. “You will address me as Master, and you are my slave, you will do what I want when I want it, if you do not, your time on my ship will be a nightmare, however, if you obey, it doesn’t have to be.” The smacks to the other’s ass kept raining down on him. “After you finish counting you will thank me for the lesson learned, hopefully you have learned a lesson.” His voice was even and calm, he didn’t yell, and he smacked him nowhere else other than that of his ass.

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"I don't have an attitude" Callon began to say as he was suddenly rolled onto his stomach. His ass wiggles in the air trying to squirm away. Feeling the stick on his ass he swallowed hard fear taking over him again. Digging his head into the pillows he buried the sound of whimpering. "Ahh... please stop" he cries out trying to wiggle away from the stick though found he couldn't even do that. For a few more minutes he tries his best to escape the pain coming from his butt. Closing his eyes he gave into the other.

 

"Fine. . .one. . two. . . three. . " He forced the counting out of his mouth his muscle's tensing up with each lash he got to his ass. "Four. . . five. . . six." His palish ass started to turn a nice red color from the lashings. "Seven . . . eight. . . nine. . . ten. . ." He finished his counting waving in the end. Callon wanted to scream again he felt like this was just like the owner but crueler. Even if he gotten slapped around or thrown into walls he didn't think his boss would ever do something like this.

 

Turning his head to the side he breathe out a held breathe quietly. "Thank you for teaching me my lesson. . . Master." he bite back the last part but said it fast hoping the other heard him.

[Wolfenone]

Kel listened as he started to count; when the boy finally reached ten he stopped the smacks but rested the stick on the other’s ass. He nodded his head and walked back over to the table he sat the stick down and picked up a jar and brought it to the bed. He sat down and twisted the lid off the jar, a spicy sweet scent quickly filled the air of the cabin as Kel ran two fingers across the surface of the salve he then placed the cool lotion against the reddened ass of the boy and slowly worked the soothing mixture into the heated skin.

“I do not have to be cruel,” he said. “There are rules that you will follow however, and you did well for your first time with this introduction to a new life,” he spoke calmly as he worked the salve into the other’s skin adding more where needed. Once he was finished he looked to Callon. “You must think that your new life is horrible,” he started to talk as he ran his hand over the other’s body softly and gently. “But the punishments can be avoided, and if you are good you may even get rewarded. There are options,” he finished as he ran his fingers in the salve once more before he moved back to the other’s skin. This time running the lotion between Callon’s ass and rubbing gently at the other’s hole.

“I wonder how responsive your body will become?” he asked, his thumb trailing down to the sack before rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

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The sound of his heat beating was the only thing he could hear after the lashings stop. It felt like his pride went out the window having to say the word Master. Resting his head on the pillow or mattress he let the rooms air cool the pain that had been emanating off his ass. The smell of the contents of the jar made caused him to wiggle his nose, a thought passed through his mind wondering if it was the same thing that had been forced against his mouth earlier that night.

 

"Ah cold" he squeaks jumping at the feel of the cool lotion against his skin. After getting used to it he stayed put enjoying how it took the pain away from his lashed ass. Staying silent he listen to Kel though knowing he probably would act the same way again once freed from his bounds. Opening his eyes all he saw was blackness from the blindfold.

 

"Whats that suppose to mean..? " he questioned feeling the finger rubbing against his hole. "That doesn't need to be lotion. . . Master" he squeaked out his body wiggles at the Captain's touch. He knew the places he was touching were his private area's which were places no one had touched before accept maybe his mother before her passing.

[Wolfenone]

Kel smiled as he watched his reactions to his attention. “See you learn,” he whispered as he pressed a little more firmly against Callon’s hole before he moved his hand away from him. He stood from the bed putting the jar away in a cabinet. He walked back towards the bed and untied the ropes from him.

“I wouldn’t try and run, you have no clothing to speak of, not only that,” he looked at Callon, “my crew is on deck, they may take advantage of you if you run out naked,” he told the other. “Until I know that you won’t try and jump ship you will stay in this cabin,” he took off his shirt and his pants as he moved towards his bed. “If I find that I cannot even trust you to roam my cabin I will keep you tied down to the bed.”

He sat down again and moved the covers as the ship rocked back and forth in the waves and the wind blowing in the sails seemed to relax him greatly. “You can sleep in the bed with me, or you can sleep on the floor, if you choose the floor you get no pillow and no blankets. The bed is warmer,” he said looking at Callon when an expression that he expected him to take the bed offer. "What is your name?" he asked.

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Callon couldn't help himself and squeaked loudly as the thumb pressed little more firmly against his hole. He relaxed as the male left the bed listening as the jar was put away. Once he was untied his limbs were untie he quickly sat up, removing the blindfold. His ass was slightly sore but he looked up at Kel, then looking down at himself. "Where are my clothes?" he wraps his arms around himself.

 

The rope marks shown all over his body though some just fading away as other seemed to be burn marks. The floor to him seemed like a safer option but felt if he slept on the floor he might get stepped on. Debating the two places of sleeping he preferred the bed. Sighing in defeat he stretched his sore muscles turning himself around sitting his ass on the bed. He didn't want to sleep naked on the floor he knew that would just cause him to get unnecessary sick.

 

Listening to the sound of the wind blowing outside he thought to give the Captain a fake name to use but figure he wouldn't respond to it. "Callon Astar. . . Master" he replies bringing his legs up to meet his chin, for the moment he was just worn out from everything happening all at once and didn't think he could put up much of a fight at the current moment.

[Wolfenone]

Kel nodded his head and moved the blankets aside. “You have no clothes, remember you own nothing,” he informed him the bed was large enough for them to sleep comfortably well. Kel walked around the cabin and blew the lanterns out before he made his way back to the bed where he lay down and closed his eyes to sleep. His arm did wrap around Callon but other than that he left the male well alone for the night of sleep.

 

The next morning Kel was up and standing on deck as he looked to the sky and then to the map deck. Ian beside him as they mapped out a course to take with the two navigators to take to get to the island they want. The crew was lazing around on the deck with really nothing else to do at the time. The sky was clear and Kel grinned at the food being carried into his cabin. After a little more talking with his navigators a route was made and he went into his cabin. The plate of food sitting on the table as he sat down in his chair he looked towards the bed and to Callon.

“Want some breakfast?” he asked him as he looked at the array of toast, meat, eggs and potatoes on his plate and then the bowl of sliced fruit. There were also two cups and a pitcher of water. He poured the cups and took one as he watched Callon from the corner of his eye.

[winteinsane]

Opening his mouth he went to reply back to Kel but shut his mouth quickly. He knew if he was ever allowed to leave the cabin he would have to wear something. Looking around slightly he wonder if his clothes were in the room somewhere. But as the lanterns were blown out he would have to wait for a good time to search for them. Laying down in the bed he held back a yelp as the captains arm wrapped itself around him. A small headache played at the back of his head from all the things happening at once. Closing his eyes he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

 

A stream of sunlight bathed in from the small window in the cabin lightening up Callon's sleeping face. In all his years he had never slept in when the sun was up he was always up before the sun started rising. The sounds of men talking and walking about awoke him from his sleep. Cracking his eyes open he heard a door open then close again and open again. Having slept on his side the entire night curled up leaving his body cramped up. Turning his head he looked at Kel with sleepy eyes, seeing him all blurry like.

 

Slowly Callon sat up rubbing his face and running a hand through his hair waking up more. The scent of the food made his stomach growl. Looking at the food he had never seen so much before for breakfast though the only thing he could afford for breakfast was usually just toast and an apple. "Yes...Master" he replies sleepily wrapping the blanket around himself. Getting off the bed he notice the pain in his ass was gone as he made his way over to the male.