Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 07:51:53 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Fighting Pirates. Part One

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

   Part One

     It only took me a few minutes to swim the odd hundred yards or so to
the shore and I was glad that it was a warm night. Even so, I still
shivered as I waded up onto the short beach and quickly made my way up into
the rocks. The cliff face was quite easy to climb and I soon made it up to
the top and struck out to get as far inland before they found I was
missing.

     In the dim starlight, I could see the peak on the mountain I was
steadily moving up to, but it wasn't until dawn was breaking did I reach
the top. I was hungry, thirsty and very tired. The soles of my feet hurt
and my arms and legs were covered in scratches from the bushes that I had
passed through. I didn't bother to look back at the ship far below me but
got off the skyline as quick as I could before settling down for a short
sleep.

     Judging by the sun, it still wasn't noon when I woke up and I could
see another ridge not far away and this was my next objective. I found some
pools of water for me to drink from but no food and without knowing what
island I was on, wondered if there was any human habitation on it where I
might find some.

     There were no pursuers but even then, it took me all day to climb this
next ridge and it was dark again before I reached the top and got a surge
of hope. For down below I could see lights from lanterns that showed a town
or village and other lights that I guessed were ship's lanterns for they
moved slightly as I watched them. I was tired and even more hungry, getting
pains in my stomach now from lack of food. But I settled myself down to
sleep in the hope of getting something to eat next day.

     Even by starting at daybreak, with the small town and harbour down
below, it still took me all day to get down and felt quite pleased with
myself, a twelve year old boy crossing the mountains on his own. It was
dark again before I entered the town and I made my way to the water-front
where several ships were tied up and I could see some taverns there. But
best of all was the smell of food being cooked emanating from them and my
mouth watered. I didn't want to steal anything, for I didn't know where I
was and if caught, it could mean having my right hand chopped off for that
was the penalty these days. There was only one way I could think of if I
was going to get any money for food and so I went into the nearest tavern
and looked through the smoky haze of the burning logs and saw one man on
his own sitting in an alcove. I spoke a little Spanish and the talk that I
could hear was similar and so I guessed that what I was hearing might
possibly be Portuguese. I approached the man I had espied and hoped that he
would overlook the state I was in and take pity on me. He looked me up and
down as I stopped by his rough wooden table.

     `Senor. You,' and I made a circle of my left thumb and forefinger and
then pushed the forefinger of my right hand in and out of the circle I'd
made. `You fuck-fuck me?' and then rubbed my thumb and forefinger together
indicating that I get paid for it.

     He looked about thirty years of age, black haired and clean shaven and
his blue eyes looked me up and down and a small smile crossed his face and
I got a glimpse of white teeth from between his lips. It wasn't until he
stood up that I could see that he was over six feet tall and now he nodded
his head and pushed me in front of him, guiding me towards the back of the
tavern.

     We went out into the back yard and with ease, he lifted me up and
stood me on a small crate and the thought flashed through my mind that he
must have been a strong man for it appeared no effort to lift me up. But
then, I didn't weigh much for my size which was only around four and a half
feet. There wasn't much light coming out through the dirty window of the
tavern but just enough for me to see what to lean against as I dropped my
ragged pantaloons and bent forward. I heard the rustle of clothing behind
me and heard him spit in his hand and then felt his hand take hold of my
hip and the tip of his cock begin to part the cheeks of my backside. I made
myself relax as he pushed forward and felt his prick enter and fill me and
we both seemed to give out a sigh at this. His other hand came onto my hip
as he began to move in his fucking of me. At the same time as he pushed
himself into me, it made my cock rise up rigid and so while he fucked me, I
began to jerk myself off.

     It was a pleasure to feel his prick moving in and out of me and to
feel the coarse fabric of his trouser front rubbing the bare cheeks of my
bum. But like all men, he began to come too soon and grasped my hips firmly
as he pulled me tightly back onto him as I felt him begin to pump his seed
up into me. Then to my surprise, his hand came down round my waist and
pushed my hand away from my prick and he took over and carried on jerking
me off while he was still stuck up inside me. I drooled as I came while
still feeling his cock throb inside me and gave out a groan of pleasure at
both feelings.

     Then he pulled out and I felt the chill of the night air waft round my
ring as it began to pucker up to its normal size. I couldn't see him
properly in the darkness but I heard water splashing and guessed he was
washing his prick as I pulled up my pantaloons and stepped down off the
crate. He put himself away and came over and rubbed his hand over my head
and I saw him smile again as he led me back into the tavern. He took me
back to the table where he'd been sitting and sat me down and shouted out
to the tavern keeper.

     A fat man waddled over and the man spoke to him in what I was now
pretty sure was Portuguese though I didn't know what was said and I sat
there rather impatiently waiting to be paid for my services so that I could
buy some food. A servant girl came over with a tray and placed in front of
me a big plate of stew and a hunk of bread, a spoon and a tankard of ale
and the man smiled at me and gestured for me to eat.

     The smell was delicious and I fell on the plate and began to stuff the
stew into my mouth as quick as I could, also using bits of bread to mop up
the juices as well as drinking from the tankard. The contents of the plate
soon disappeared and the empty plate was taken away and another appeared
with more bread. With two platefuls and the ale, the warmth of the tavern
and a now full stomach, I couldn't help but feel my tiredness and didn't
know that I had let my head fall to the table and fell fast asleep.

                                                            *

     I came awake with a start, wondering where I was but knowing that I
was in a bed. A proper one and not a cot or rough palliasse and with a warm
body pressed close up to my back and a familiar hardness tight up to me. I
then remembered the night and the man and guessed that I was in his bed
though not remembering how I got there. He must have carried me up I
thought and I rolled away and as I did so, he moved and rolled over onto
his back. We only had a sheet covering us for it was quite warm in that
room, and this sheet I pulled down to look at the man I was sleeping with.

     His shoulders were very broad and his biceps looked big and
strong. His chest wasn't very hairy and he had a firm flat stomach, laying
on which was his morning erection. That was big too and the tip was level
with his navel and must have been seven inches if not more in length and I
could see without touching it that I didn't think that my thumb and
forefinger would meet if I held it in my hand.

     I proved myself right when I lifted it up and tried to encircle it
with my hand. It was hot and I could feel his heart beat pulsate throughout
the length of it. It was straight and solid and he still had his foreskin
attached to it whereas I didn't. The skin was soft and silky and moved
quite easily over the solid muscle as I moved my hand up and down on it
before moving down the bed and taking the purpling head of his cock into my
mouth and remembered how I came to like having another man's cock in my
mouth to suck and chew on.

                                                            *

     My name is Jim Dawkins and I was born in Bideford, Devon on Saturday,
November 4th, 1689. We were a moderately wealthy family with my father
being a merchant and owned a chandlery in the port and also invested in
ships.

     I was the third son, having an older sister, Mary, and we had a
private tutor for our schooling. It was accepted that my eldest brother,
David, would be groomed to take over the business from our father while my
next brother Percy, was to join the army leaving me in limbo as it
were. I'd already rebelled at being put into the church and it wasn't until
my tenth birthday that I learned what the family had in mind for me.

     My father had financed my uncle, Phillip, to start up a plantation in
the newly founded colony in Jamaica in the Indies, and I was to be sent out
there to learn the sugar business. Now this news delighted me and it wasn't
long before I was introduced to Captain Mathers, a friend of my father, at
dinner one evening. I was told that his ship would be sailing in three days
time and I would then make the start to my new life.

     A new start it was indeed! On approaching the islands of the Azores,
we were attacked by Barbary pirates. It appeared an innocuous meeting of
two ships at sea, one severely damaged. That was the pirate ship. The main
sail was in shreds and there were gaping holes in the bulwarks from cannon
fire. We were hailed and asked if we had any water to spare as their casks
had been damaged during an attack by pirates.

     Captain Mathers agreed to this request and the two ships came close
together. It was a clever ruse for we were unprepared for the fusillade of
grapeshot which killed all those on the poop deck. Captain Mathers, his
deck officers and helmsman. We were also subjected to a broadside which
killed half of our crew before we were even boarded.

     A few of our remaining seamen tried fighting them off with their
cutlasses but after a few more were killed, the rest surrendered. They were
herded together near the forecastle and we passengers were dragged from our
cabins below the poop deck. Apart from myself, there was Mr and Mrs
Feathers and their daughter, and Mr Trench and his wife. The women were
crying and the men were trying to keep a stiff upper lip as it were when we
were faced with the pirate captain. A swarthy Arab who paraded himself
before us speaking in Arabic which none of us could understand. I myself
was terrified and was almost brought to tears with the amount of blood that
had been spilt over our deck. Those of our crew that had surrendered were
roughly manhandled over onto the pirate ship and forced down into the
hold. Myself and the other passengers were also hustled onto that other
ship but were kept up on deck.

     I then got my first glimpse of an erect male penis for this was pulled
out of one man's trousers and waved to the three women who cried even more
at the sight. They got more than a sight for a few minutes later, they were
pulled over to one of the hatches and had their clothes roughly torn off
their bodies.

     This too was a first sight for me, of a female body. Breasts and the
lack of genitalia, it being hidden by their pubic hair. The three women
screamed as they were wrestled onto their backs and their men folk held
back with cutlasses at their throats. Then I saw what other use the male
penis was put to other than using it to piss from. The women's legs were
spread and the pirate crew mounted them in turn, sticking their big pricks
inside the women and fucking them.

     But that wasn't all, for the other seamen who weren't queuing up for
their turn at the women, began grabbing the men. Even me! But here the Arab
captain stepped in and pulled me quite violently away from the grasping
hands and held me fast by his side. He shouted at them in Arabic and the
men backed off and turned on the two men. Their clothes were quickly torn
off and were then turned face down over one of the cannons and each had a
pirate stick his prick up their backside.

     They screamed as much as the women did as they were fucked up the
backside by an uncountable number of the crew. Blood ran down their thighs
and I was held fast by the captain to watch as they took as many as twenty
men in turn to fuck them in this way. I think that old Mr Feathers had a
heart attack whilst being fucked this way and Mrs Feathers screamed out
even more when his body was picked up and dumped over the side.

     I learned later that Mrs Feathers was thrown over the side two days
later after dying while down in the stinking hold. That was where they kept
all the others from my ship but only till we put into port where they were
taken ashore to be sold as slaves. The only reason I survived was because
the captain of the pirate ship wanted me for himself. I was treated the
same as my other male passengers, though this was done in his cabin. My
clothes were torn off and I was forced over and had him push his big prick
up into my backside and I was then fucked.

     Thankfully time has buried that first brutal assault on my person in
my mind, painful though it was, but I lived. By the grace of God, I
lived. Those first three months were hell for me, having the Arab captain
fuck me up the backside whenever he felt the need and even being forced
down onto my knees on some occasions to suck on, to me then, his massive
organ.

     In time I began to prefer sucking on his cock than having it pushed
roughly up into me and suffered this for if I didn't, I knew I would be
either thrown over the side or sold as a slave. I lost count of the number
of times I was hit over the head for getting it wrong in the way that I
sucked on his throbbing cock. Even getting clobbered for spitting out his
seed until I learned to swallow it and show that it was a pleasure to
accept this gift from the captain.

                                                            *

     It took over a year of having his cock either in my mouth or up my bum
before I began to like and even welcome him having me in either way, for
when I pleased him, I got an extra treat of a sweetmeat or some other
confection.

     This pirate ship took at least five other vessels in my two years with
them and I felt sorry for the captives that they caught. Watching them
being abused by all the members of the crew until they'd had enough before
throwing them down into the hold or tossing them over the side if they died
in the process of anal rape. As it was, I learned to give good head when
sucking on an erect cock and to swallow what came out and coo at the
pleasure of what I received. I also came to like having his prick shoved up
my backside and eventually came round to having to beg for him to fuck
me. For I found out by then that I too could come and spill my seed,
especially when I had another hard cock stuck up inside me.

     But I was still a prisoner, kept at the whim and mercy of this Arab
captain, learning to see to his every need in not only sex but the feeding
and washing of him before he dressed. We docked, or rather anchored four
times during that two years at the port of Agadir, where I was chained in
the captain's cabin while the crew went ashore and vowed that when we would
ever anchor anywhere and I wasn't chained, I would escape.

     We had been traversing the sea lanes between the Azores and Madeira,
to catch any unsuspecting vessel in those waters when the captain decided
that we were short of water and pulled into this bay. As it wasn't a port,
I wasn't chained as I normally would have been if this had been so, and I
watched the men row ashore to this beach with empty casks for them to be
filled with fresh water.

     The boats were still plying back and forth until nightfall and it was
then that I made my decision to escape. I eluded the deck watch and crept
along to the seaward side and dropped myself into the water. I was thankful
for my time spent in Bideford for I had often swam across the river and
thought that the distance I had to swim to the shore wasn't that far as
there. No alarm had been raised at the noise I made at jumping into the sea
and I swam off round the ship and set out for the shore. That brought me to
land and the bed I was now in.

                                                            *

     I was really enjoying sucking on this clean upright cock when I felt
him move under me and I then noticed how thick and sturdy his thighs
were. I paused in my sucking of this lovely cock and lifted my head up to
see that he was now awake.

     `Don't stop. I was enjoying that,' he said in English.

     `You speak English?' I said, and realised that it was a fatuous
question to have asked as that was the language he had spoken.

     `I am English,' he said with a laugh as he pushed my head back
down. `Now finish what you were doing.'

     I didn't need telling twice and so bent my head down and took his cock
head back into my mouth and continued sucking on him as I used my hand on
his shaft. I had pre warning that he was about to come for he gave out a
groan and I felt his thighs stiffen under my arm and took the surge of his
coming into my mouth and swallowed it while still sucking on him. He tasted
much better than the Arabs and not so spicy. I squeezed the last drops out
of the head before licking all round and under the foreskin before
releasing him and moving up the bed to lie next to him.

    `That was very good you scruffy urchin,' he said with a contented smile
on his face.

     `I've had a lot of practice,' I said drily.

     `What's your name and why are you peddling your backside?' he asked of
me.

     `Jim. Jim Dawkins is me name sir and I've just escaped from a ship
load of pirates. What's your name?' I replied with a question myself.

     `William Foster. Pirates eh? Tell me about them.' So I told him of how
I was captured and kept naked for my first year, being buggered by all and
sundry.

     `I was made to be the cabin boy, serving up their meals and drink,
bollock naked. There were usually four of them at meals and they were
always stroking my bum or playing with my dick. The captain of them, Assa,
would fuck me every night in his cabin and even let the others have me if
he felt like it. That first year was the hardest, but I got used to it and
even began to like having a man fuck me. Though I did spend most of the
first year up in the rigging where they couldn't get at me, though woe
betide me if didn't get down fast enough when Assa called for me. Many's
the time I would have to suck his cock while another of his men fucked me.

     I didn't get to wear those rags of mine till about a year ago. One of
the crew died and I managed to get his clothes before they threw his body
over the side. I think I came to be regarded as a lucky mascot because it
seemed they captured many ships in those two years and made lots of money
from the cargoes and the crewmen that they sold as slaves.

     Well we came into a small bay on the other side of the island and as I
hadn't been chained up as usual, I slipped over the side and swam
ashore. It took me nearly three days to cross the mountains, without food
and only finding the odd pool of water to drink from.' I finished telling
my story but I hadn't stopped stroking his cock which was beginning to rise
again.

     `Enough of that for now Jim lad. Time's passing and I've got things to
do,' William said getting off the bed and now I could see just how big and
strong he was as he washed his face at a basin before putting on his
trousers. He crossed over to the door to our room and shouted down in this
foreign language before coming back in to pull on his boots before his
shirt, cravat and coat. I didn't know what to do as he hadn't said anything
else and so I just sat there until a knock came at the door. He opened it
and a big woman and the young one that had served me downstairs came in
with a big wooden tub and then some buckets of hot water.

     `Okay Jim. Bath time, for you really need it,' he said, pulling me off
the bed, picking me up and sitting me down in the water that the two women
were pouring in the tub. `I'll be back soon and then we can have breakfast
when you are clean.' He left with a smile and I then had a bucket of water
poured over my head and the two women began washing my hair before
scrubbing my body. When I was stood up, the young girl began to take her
time with the wet cloth washing around my private parts until her hand was
slapped away by the older woman and the cloth pushed into my hand for me to
wash those bits myself. The girl smiled at this but then took time in
washing my bum.

     I was out of the tub and dry and was having my hair brushed when
William entered the room and threw two new shirts and two pairs of
pantaloons on the bed and ushered the women out.

     `Come on Jim. Get dressed and let's have some breakfast,' he said,
indicating the new clothes he'd brought for me to wear. I quickly put one
set on and wrapped the other up, leaving the tattered things I'd worn, on
the floor as I followed him out and down into the tavern proper.

     We went and sat down at the same wooden table that we had been at the
previous night and were served up the same stew, along with a tankard of
ale each.

     `Come with me Jim,' William said when we'd finished eating and I
waited while he paid for his stay and food at the tavern and then followed
him out and walked with him along the waterfront where several ships were
moored. We passed two and he turned at the gangplank of the third and
walked up on board and I followed him.

     `All stowed away Mr Tombs?' he asked of a man also wearing a coat who
had come up to us as we boarded.

     `Aye Cap'n. All crew present too,' he replied.

     So William was the captain of this vessel I thought.

     `Okay, we'll shove off at high tide,' he said looking up at the
sun. `Have you arranged the lighters?'

     `Yes sir.'

     `Oh, this is Jim Dawkins by the way,' he said, introducing me.

     `Welcome aboard Mr Dawkins,' Mr Tombs said to me.

     `Thank you sir. Oh, excuse me,' I said as William moved off and I
followed him aft to the lower poop deck where we went inside to a
reasonably big cabin that was aft beneath the poop and had big windows
looking out sternwards.

     `Well Jim, we sail in two hours time. How would you like to be my
cabin boy? It's either that or you're back on shore.'

     `Yes please sir,' I said. `Where would I sleep?'

     `Here, with me,' indicating his cot over at one side. I think I
coloured up slightly but knew that if I refused I would be put ashore to
fend for myself. It was either that or become his bum boy, which, if the
truth be told, I liked his big cock and wanted more of it.

     `I...I'd like that,' I stammered, feeling myself getting hard at the
thought of him reaming me again.

     `Good,' he smiled. `Now let's meet the other officers and one of them
can show you around for I got a few things to do ashore before we
sail. There's three officers,' he said as we left the cabin. `Mr Tombs is
number one. Number two is Shelby and the third is Davis.' All three were
waiting out on the fore deck when we emerged and I was introduced and he
told them that I was being taken on as a cabin boy. `He'll be sleeping in
my cabin,' he told them and at least they kept a straight face when he said
this. `Mr Davis. Be so kind as to show Jim around and introduce him to
Cookie. Have the lines singled up Mr Tombs and be ready to cast off when I
return.'

     `Aye aye sir,' Mr Tombs replied as William left the ship.

     `Come along with me Jim,' Mr Davis said, `and I'll show you
around. What were you doing in Funchal?'

     `Funchal? Is that the name of this place?' I asked.

     `Yes. The main town of Madeira, well the only town with a harbour,' he
laughed. `So what were you doing here?'

     `I escaped from a pirate ship over the other side of the island.'

     `A pirate ship! Well you sure are one lucky boy then. You could have
been sold into slavery.'

     `I know that. It was lucky that I bumped into Will...er, Captain

  Foster,' I stammered.

     `How long were you aboard that pirate ship?'

     `Two years,' I said bitterly.

     `Bloody hell,' he said in a whisper. `Well I don't really need to show
you around the Vespa then. I'll just introduce you to Cookie.' He told me
as we went below that the ship had three officers plus the captain, and a
crew of sixty men. The ship had twenty guns, ten each side, was of one
hundred and twenty foot long and was of around five hundred ton. It was a
two masted brig and had two hatches on the fore deck with the guns on the
next deck down. Here also was the galley where I met Cookie and I was
surprised to find that he was Chinese and that our staple food would be
rice. Mind you, what he poured over the cooked rice was delicious, be it
beef, pork, chicken or duck, it was good. I expected salted beef and salt
pork, but ducks and chickens? That was answered as we got back on deck for
ten crates were being swung aboard containing these creatures for the
table.

     `That'll be another of your jobs,' Mr Davis chuckled. `Feeding them as
well as us. We don't had a mess room as such. We dine with the captain for
our meals, except breakfast.' He told me of the times they ate and when the
duty watch officer had his meal. The other job was to keep the captain's
cabin clean and help Cookie whenever he needed help in the galley. That was
apart from being the powder monkey whenever the ship went into action. Here
I had to fetch the powder pouches up from the magazine to supply the guns
to be able to fire and send the shot at an opposing ship.

     William came striding down the quayside, looking every inch a captain
and a man of authority. His broad shoulders not hidden by his coat, the
slight roll of his hips on his sturdy legs and the sight of him made my own
quiver knowing that what was between them would be mine for as long as I
wanted.

     The seamen aboard had already started scuttling up aloft, running up
the ratlines like monkeys. The height undaunting as I had found out when I
used them to save my arsehole from being torn to shreds.

     `Cast off Mr Tombs,' he said as he came aboard and the order was given
as the gangplank was pulled in. The shore men lifted our heavy ropes off
the bollards and let them drop into the water and as our crewmen hoisted
them aboard, another signal was given to the lighters to pull us away from
the quay.

     `Full sail Mr Tombs. Larboard the helm.' These orders were issued and
the nose of the ship started to veer to the left as the sails came flapping
down to be pulled taut and fastened. They began to billow out with the wind
and the ropes to the lighters slackened as the wind caught and began to
move us to the harbour's entrance. `Cast off lighters!' And we were now
free from land and luggers and sailing under the power of the wind and I
watched as we steadily pulled away from the quay and felt a bubble of
excitement in my stomach at what adventures might lie ahead.

                                                            *