Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 21:48:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan Opercorn <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle's Odyssey  (TG, Auth)

Kyle's Odyssey

By D. O.

Ramon Abrofo Booker, the brawny Haitian-Nigerian pirate captain looked down
upon his newest prisoner. The whimpering Caucasian boy was beautiful to
look upon and Ramon knew he would make for a most engaging sexual
conquest. Even at forty-five years old, his appetite for pussy and ass
remained extremely high. As much as enjoyed females, he really loved taking
snooty, high-class white boys and turning them into sobbing, moaning
pussy-bois, hungry for black cock. Captain Booker was one of a new breed of
pirates operating out of Trinidad and Tobago and covering the seas
throughout the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, The Caymans, Haiti, Cuba and
going north to the Gulf of Mexico and the tip of Florida and as far to the
east as Bermuda. His small group of brigand ships functioned with virtual
impudence, as he was careful never to hit targets that were too big or
flashy. As such they stayed far from foreign cruise ships and shipping
vessels belonging to major corporations. They sought victims of a different
profile, going after private fishing boats and yachts and the like. This
one they had found alone, apparently cruising for chicks in his father's
cabin cruiser. It was his extremely bad luck to wind up in the vicinity of
Captain Booker's crew. The pirates quietly disposed of the small boat after
beckoning up alongside with a friendly wave and then rapidly taking the
seventeen year-old captive in a lightning fast raid. Everything of value
was taken, electronics, booze, furniture and then the craft was quickly
sunk with a small explosive fixed to the hull.

Booker knew that the most valuable piece was the boy himself, a real beauty
who would fetch a very nice price on the Middle Eastern slave market. Many
whites were snatched almost daily from the Atlantic vacation destinations,
mostly young, pretty girls, and sold into lives of sexual slavery.  But
boys were also popular; many of the Arab sheiks had very...particular
tastes. The kid's name, the captain had learned between sobs, was Kyle. Not
that it much mattered what his name was. Where he was going, nobody gave a
shit what a slave's name was. They were just a hole for fucking. This one
was especially pretty though; slim, with a lean musculature, standing about
5'9" and around 170 lbs. His medium length blond hair framed his already
cute facial features, making him look quite girlish. A real catch for the
pirates, a boy this young and beautiful would fetch a robust price at
auction. Right now, Kyle was begging the pirate to let him go. His fear
made the black brigand smile wickedly.

"Please, p..please l..let me go, mister. My folks will be l..looking for
me. I need to get home." He was ashamed to be crying, but the tears came
unheeded. Kyle was praying that these criminals just wanted the valuable
stuff from his boat and then would let him go ashore somewhere.

Booker surprised the kid with a swift blow to the side of his head. "First
of all, boy, you will not call me `Mister' again. You will address me as
`Captain Booker'... Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He held the boy's
eyes in a harsh gaze until he got the accepting nod he wanted. He spoke in
an extremely deep voice, with just a hint of Haitian accent. "Your home and
your parents are no longer of concern to you. I am taking you to be sold at
auction as a slave. You will disappear, as if you never existed. And there
is nothing you can do about it..." He let the words sink in.

Kyle's eyes widened in shock and dismay as the captain's statement to hold
of his mind. "No. No! Y..you can't do that...can't do this. I'm an American
citizen. Please...please..." His voice trailed off. This horror couldn't
possibly be happening, couldn't possibly be real.

"Not only can I do it, it's happening right now. Your boat is gone and
there is nowhere to escape to. We'll be many, many miles from the nearest
port inside of two hours. Nothing for you but a slow death by drowning or a
faster one by shark. No, boy, you need to come to grips with the
inevitable, and you need to do it quickly. I'll be putting you through
your...paces, soon enough. Heh." Booker chuckled with a slight bit of
menace in his voice; Kyle looked up, but it was clear he had no idea what
was in store for him that night. It was just as well, Booker thought. He
really enjoyed the stark, horrified stare that a lad fixed upon him once
informed of the captain's intentions.

"Sativish, take this one and prepare him as usual, then deliver him to the
usual quarters. I'll be there in a few hours." The other pirate had an evil
grin on his face as he led Kyle away. The crew was well aware of their
leader's penchant for juvenile boys. The ship is not all that large and
there had been many a night when they had heard Ramon taking his young
captives and indoctrinating them into the world of male-to-male
mating. Many wound up enjoying the experience; some hated it, but it
mattered not one bit to Booker. He wasn't in it for their pleasure, but
rather his own.

Kyle meekly followed after the one called Sativish, led to a small door and
motioned inside. He did as he was bid, hoping cooperation would perhaps
lead to the captain reconsidering. The door slammed shut behind and Kyle
looked around in the dimness. There was little in the 8' by 8' cell except
for two buckets on the floor, one empty the other filled with what appeared
to be scalding hot water.  There were a couple of long plastic-looking
tubes floating in the water, but the steam emanating from the bucket made
it difficult to make them out for certain. The sailor, who looked to be
possibly of Middle-Eastern decent spoke one word to him. "Strip!" Kyle
looked at him incredulously, not understanding, or perhaps more pointedly,
not wanting to understand. His blue eyes began to water, more tears coming
at this latest humiliation. Sativish barked the order again. "I said STRIP,
Kyle!! " He whispered the name like a viper. There was that depraved glint
once more. "I will not tell you again. Take off your clothes." As he spoke
he produced a very wicked-looking blade from the sheath on his belt. "Now."

Kyle was sobbing now, barely hearing the pirate's words, and certainly
taking heed of none of them. Had he been able to do anything but bawl
uncontrollably as he began removing articles of clothing, he might have
picked up on Sativish's somewhat cryptic banter. But he was too deep in the
throes of feeling sorry for himself. He got down to his underwear and
stopped; fearing to go farther, hoping this was as far as they wanted him
to go.  It wasn't to be. "Under shorts too, boy, then turn around and place
your hands on the wall." Kyle felt the tears welling up again and he dared
to speak up. "Please, sir, you can let me go. Just say I got away. Just..."
His words were cut off by a sudden smack across the face from
Sativish. "I'll tell you when to speak, bitch. Now turn around!" Kyle did
so, placing his hands on the wall. He was startled when his captor
literally ripped his briefs from his body, leaving him utterly
naked. Suddenly he felt cold steel around his right wrist and looking up,
realized he had missed the metal shackles attached to the wall due to the
dim lighting. He started to pull his left wrist down but Sativish was too
quick and he was soon helplessly chained and exposed. "Damn, kid! I don't
normally go for guys but that is one fine ass you got there. Wouldn't mind
a poke or three up in there. Bet it's tight, huh?" Kyle was quivering with
outrage. "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!" He shouted the words defiantly and was
quickly met with the crushing sound of his head being slammed into the
wall.

"Ah, now you're getting' feisty on me, eh? Captain Booker's going to be
pleased with that spirit, boy. He likes a challenge when he's breakin' em
in..." Sativish paused a moment to bend down and Kyle heard the water in
the bucket swishing around and the pirate swore under his breath about the
water being so fucking hot. Kyle couldn't turn far enough to see what the
man was doing but then he flinched and pushed himself into the wall as he
felt something small, but hard and very long slip into his
bottom. "What...wha...ohh...my...God..." The super-heated water jetted into
his rectum at a fast pace and the pain from the heat was almost
overwhelming. "J...Jesus Christ! W...wha...what are y...you doing
to.......meeeee?" Sativish smiled to himself as he worked. This part of his
job really gave him a hard on and he enjoyed it so. "Relax, kid. It's just
an enema. Although, I know it's a REALLY hot enema, so you may be in more
discomfort than I am right now. Heh, heh."

	As soon as the water had been pushed into the boy's ass, Sativish
took a small butt plug, tapered so it was wider at the insertion point and
narrower by the handle, and jammed it quickly past the sphincter muscle
before it tensed up again. Kyle squealed loudly as it slipped in. "Now we
wait a few minutes, bitch. I'll be back." The buccaneer smiled viciously as
stood and left, slamming the tiny port door behind him.


	The next four hours were a blur for Kyle as Sativish gave him a
series of enemas, then stood by and watched humiliatingly as Kyle squatted
and emptied his bowels into the bucket each time. After a thorough shower
he was strapped back up to the wall.  Next up was the shaving and waxing,
as Kyle had every bit of body hair removed by the skilled pirate, who had
obviously done this before. It was barely an hour gone by and Kyle had all
the hair from his legs, arms, pits, crotch and chest stripped off him, with
nary a nick or scrape. Sativish quickly covered him in sheens of
after-shave oil, then toweled him off and powdered him just as rapidly. As
his captor unbuckled his shackles, Kyle reached down to touch his freshly
shorn pubic spot; he was amazed at how soft every part of his body was to
the touch. He was so smooth. Embarrassingly, his cock began to grow with
arousal, the blood running thick and causing his little 5-inch penis to
elongate. "Ha, ha, the little slut likes his new smoothness, eh?" Sativish
chuckled the words. He stood and opened the door of the small
cabin. "Follow me, girlie-boy..."

	Kyle was horrified. He couldn't just walk out on the ship
completely naked and now shaven to boot. "I...can't just...go
out...there. Please don't...make me...please." The pleading in his voice
was becoming ever more obvious as he was slowly becoming more aware of his
predicament. Sativish had no patience for this behavior and shoved him none
too gently through the archway. "Just get moving, bitch!" Inside the
previous room, Kyle had lost track of time, not realizing it was already
almost dusk. The sea was calm and on-deck activity was minimal. He
continued along, guided by the hand of Sativish, down a narrow walkway
between various pieces of equipment and a few compartments. They had walked
probably about eighty feet by Kyle's best guess, until they arrived in
front of another port door, this one a bit larger than the one they had
come from. Sativish pushed him aside to work the access handle, spinning it
quickly and opening the door in a swift, level movement. "Get in, bitch!"
The thug pushed him in and he practically fell onto the floor and heard
behind him the door immediately being closed and then the metallic click as
the lock was put in place. Kyle looked around and could see by the light of
the small bedside lamp that this cabin was somewhat larger than the holding
cell he had been in before. It was slightly ornate with a couple of
paintings on the wall, a desk near the entryway, a fairly large closet,
another more narrow closet-looking door and the large, comfy looking bed in
the far corner. The whole room was probably 15' by 12'.

	More time went by as he continued exploring his surroundings. The
first thing he noticed was an envelope sitting on the nightstand. He picked
it up and opened it. It read simply: `Kyle, please forgive the crude
treatment you have received. I hope these quarters will suffice as an
apology. Please make yourself comfortable. See you soon, Your Captain
Booker'. He was slightly taken aback, uncertain of what to think of the
almost polite tone of the captain's words. He wondered how soon he would
see the black pirate... He opened the closet doors and was hit by a whiff
of very feminine perfume and soon saw the lavender sachet draped from the
wall. There was a small dresser standing in the center of the cubicle and a
few covered items hanging from a bar. On the dresser was a small TV set,
probably an eighteen-inch? He turned on the TV and was met with an erotic
video depicting a very muscular, very well hung African stud absolutely
hammering a gorgeous white chick. She was moaning and crying out
incessantly, clearly she was cumming and it didn't seem faked. He watched,
mesmerized for several minutes as the big nigger mounted the white whore in
multiple positions. He opened the top drawer and found a large collection
of more porn of this interracial variety. He opened the next drawer and was
met with the discovery of all assortment of fine, silken ladies
lingerie. Every drawer appeared to be of like nature. There was all manner
of silk and satin, lace and leather. He had never seen such a collection of
sheer, barely-there lady wear. Baby dolls, teddies, cami sets, bras,
panties, nighties, garter belts, gowns, stockings and hosiery, catsuits,
bustiers, corsets, chemises and many pairs of high-heeled shoes. The items
hanging in the closet turned out to be primarily schoolgirl outfits, sundry
wedding dresses and bondage attire. There were no men's clothes at all, as
he had hoped to find something, even makeshift, to cover up with. He
figured the pirates must have frequent female visitors...or captives. He
shuddered a bit, but continued examining the undergarments.

	Kyle found himself hardening, his arousal fueled by the hardcore
porn and the sexy undies. He had always found himself extremely turned on
by those classic Playmate layouts with the model wearing sheer, gauzy
lingerie. The site of all these unmentionables, coupled with the incredible
scent of the lavender was making him randy as hell. He reached down to
stroke his stiffening prick, closing his eyes. Suddenly a voice
sounded. "Have you found something you like, my pet?" Kyle started and
turned around in a quick whirl, his hand still gripping his erection. He
was at once frightened and embarrassed to see the captain standing there, a
slight smile creasing his lips. "Are you excited to see me?" Booker asked,
nodding down at Kyle's jack-off hand. The boy blushed hotly and quickly
moved to cover himself as best he could, all the while having no idea how
the man had gotten in here without making a sound.

"On a ship like this, in my line of work, it's best to have more than one
way in and out of most places. This is my `secret' way into here." He
tapped the wood of the door that Kyle had previously brushed off as another
closet. Ramon reached down and grabbed the bottom tufts of his grimy,
sweaty shirt and began to pull it up and over his head. The kid gasped a
little as he saw Booker taking off his tight, white sailor top and exposing
the total proportions of his body. Kyle knew the captain was a large and
well-built man, but he was not prepared for the colossal slab of athletic,
workout-toned black perfection that described the captain. His dark
chocolate skin was stretched tight over a 6'3, 245 lb muscular physique. He
looked like an NFL linebacker or a pro-wrestler and Kyle guessed he must
have some workout equipment on board the vessel, because it appeared as
though he never left the gym.

"I will give you a chance to get out of this," he lied, "But first I would
like to know a little more about you, Kyle." He paused a moment. "Have you
ever had a girlfriend?" He asked the question smoothly, without a trace of
discomfort. The kid wasn't sure how to take that question or how to answer
it. "A...g...girlfriend...?" He managed to stammer out. "Yes, Kyle, a
girlfriend. More to the point, have ever gotten, how do you American's say
it? A piece of tail. A slice of trim. A little taste of pussy...?" He
watched the boy's face carefully, wondering when it would dawn on him just
where this line of questioning was taking them. "Yea, yea...I guess. Yea
I've had some pussy before." Kyle smiled smugly to himself, thinking the
captain wouldn't take notice. He was wrong. Booker took note of just about
everything. Ramon knew he had the kid on the hook. He flashed his bright
white teeth in a disarming smile. "I knew a good-looking young buck like
you had to be fucking some of those hot little bikini babes walking all
around Florida. You like making them cum, Kyle? Making them scream out your
name while they're on their backs underneath you, with their legs wrapped
around your waist? Ever wonder what they're feeling, what it feels like to
be a woman?"

"I'm not...quite...sure. I guess I...don't understand what you're getting
at, Captain. But what does this have to do with me getting out of here?"
Kyle was genuinely baffled, and still standing there naked cupping his
crotch in both hands to cover himself. Booker walked over to the
chest-of-drawers and grabbed out a flimsy, see-through crimson nightie and
threw it at Kyle. "When I came in, you were watching those movies and
looking at all the lingerie I have stored in here... and looking quite
aroused, I might add." He paused for effect, letting the words sink in to
Kyle's brain, letting him process the cat-and-mouse game they were engaging
in. He flicked a dimmer dial for the light and the room grew a couple
shades darker. Then he flicked a button on the TV set and the channel
changed. In this movie, again there appeared a muscled black man, again
fucking a lingerie-clad white girl. "Perhaps this suits you better, huh?"
Kyle glanced at the screen but saw nothing different from the previous
movie. "It's the same as the last one..." Booker chuckled and pointed at
the screen. "You may want to look again, boy..." Kyle looked again a little
closer, but still nothing struck him. He was about to give up when suddenly
he realized something was bit off about the video. The moaning girl was
gorgeous but he came to realize she wasn't a girl at all, but a moaning,
cumming white boy, slim and young and smooth like Kyle, dressed in a corset
with a garter belt and stockings and taking that black bull cock in his
ass, doggy style. The black guy was really man-handling the white kid, just
hammering him mercilessly. As they watched, the boy suddenly tensed up and
came hard, without touching himself or being touched, his little dick
spurting out silvery rivulets of jism onto the sheets beneath them. He
howled out a high-pitched whore-like scream, and abruptly they saw the
black dude tighten up and pound his enormous cock into that impossibly
tight ass as far as it would go and then he emptied a copious load up into
his pussyboi, roaring like a triumphant gladiator claiming his victory,
spewing profanities at the boywhore. The camera had gone split-screen,
really focusing in on the anal penetration on one side and successfully
capturing the breeding as it happened and simultaneously pulling back for a
full bed view for the other, so you could really see the facial expressions
of both participants. They both appeared fully satisfied. Then the two
lovers collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.

"It looks like this is your style, then..." Booker was smiling and Kyle all
of a sudden looked down and realized he was hard as a rock viewing the
extreme sexual domination of the slender white bottom by the hulking Negro
top. Kyle looked back up at Captain Booker just in time to hear the
unthinkable from him. "I think you would look stunning in that negligee...I
would very much like to see you in it..." The brigand smiled, but more like
a snake and this time his expression was tinged with lust. Kyle suddenly
saw what he had failed to see for so long. "I can't wear this! I won't wear
it!! I'm not doing that for you, you animal!" Ramon's desire kicked up
another notch; how he loved it when they resisted. He loved working a new
boy over and forcing them to give into their homoerotic emotions. Kyle was
just like the majority of the lads he had taken as lovers. They would
refuse to give in to the brawny black thug at first, before being
overpowered by him and some hours later they would find themselves
screaming out one orgasm after another as they spent that first impassioned
night in the strong arms of the very deliberate pirate captain, with the
sweat-soaked satins and silks that they had finally acquiesced to wearing,
clinging to them. He could find every pleasurable nook and cranny of a
boy's body and find a way to exploit it to his advantage. He would bring
each youngster to heights they could not have ever before imagined,
piercing them in every known position (and a few virtually unknown ones, as
well) before leaving them utterly stripped of all remainder of maleness and
spent of all energy, content to lie in their captor's embrace, at last
accustomed to being his female. Booker's erection began to tent his
trousers as he thought of the steamy sex that was in store that evening.

Suddenly, he was on the boy and Kyle could feel Booker's hard black muscles
pressing into the soft smoothness of his milky white skin. He breathed in
deeply the sweaty, musky, manly scent of the Nubian brute. He was paralyzed
as Ramon took Kyle's small hand and placed it directly on his eight inch
long, seven inch thick, erect cock. Kyle gasped as he felt the immense
proportions of that treacherous serpent through the captain's thin
khakis. "Yes, sweetie. I want you to feel me. Feel what is in store for
you." He purred the words to the kid, as surely as the devil purred his
words to Eve. Kyle swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat at the
thought of being taken roughly by this black man, this criminal. A criminal
whose overt sexuality was beginning to seep into his being, dangerously
close to consuming him in the waves of passion that were all around
them. "My God...you're...you're huge...! You...oh...oh..." His sentence was
never finished as Booker tilted the kid's face upward with one hand under
his chin and the other pulling back roughly on his girlish hair, and closed
his mouth over Kyle's, engulfing the boy in a kiss of such violent fervor,
that Kyle thought he might faint. As his lips and tongue took ownership of
Kyle's oral cavity, his hands simultaneously found their way to his sublime
buttocks. Booker squeezed and kneaded the fleshy globes, all the while
knowing what his real target was.

"Give in to me, Kyle. Give into me and I swear I will be so gentle with
you. I absolutely promise you will love the things I can do to you, my
sweet..." The captain whispered the words as he slowly moved their ardent
dance closer to the bed, almost carrying his young charge in his burly,
weather-scarred hands. He pushed his tongue all the way to the back of
Kyle's throat, making the kid taste him, know him. To his pleasant
surprise, the young American began to return his kiss with a zeal that
neither had ever known. Booker was almost mad with lust as Kyle continued
to stroke his big prick, which had managed to find it's way out through his
fly opening, with both of those tiny, soft hands. The pirate fumbled inn
the nightstand drawer for the greasy salve he was desperately searching
for, groaning out a sigh of relief when at last his hand closed around the
small canister. He hurriedly popped off the cap and dug into it, greasing
the fingertips of his right hand. He captured the lad's eyes with
his. "Hold on, boy. Here we go..." With that he began to grind his middle
finger into the tiny, puckered rosette between those luscious
buns. Concurrently, he pulled out of their still fevered lip-lock and began
to lick, kiss and suck his way down Kyle's chin, neck and shoulders,
stopping at the sharp nubbins on the boy's chest. The nipples were both so
hard, Booker could feel them practically cutting into his skin before, and
now as he wrapped his lips around the left one, he slowly sank his teeth
into the salty-tasting fleshy tissue, eliciting a yelp of delight from the
boy. Kyle was surely becoming his, the moans of pleasure distinctly
different from roars of hatred. Booker was just unlocking the female spirit
inside the boy, allowing it to roam, freeing it from it's self-imposed
prison. Kyle moaned again. "Ooh, ooh...my...God...I didn't...know...I
didn't know..." His voice trailed off again into a series of squeals and
yelps and yips, which only served to push the black brute to charge
brazenly forward in his conquest. "That's it, my sweet. That's it. I've got
you. Everything's fine." His frenzied manhood stood at stiff attention,
ready to batter down any opposition it came upon.

Kyle was in a blur of lust and hormones and the devastating craving thrust
upon him by this unabashed predator of teenage boys. The captain's vast
repository of sexual knowledge and skills was a powerful weapon of
seduction. What lad could possibly defy him? Kyle was in the moment as he
felt the much older man's hands take control of him. He pushed his bottom
into that driving digit, loving the feel of that thick appendage invading,
pushing past his sphincter, and into the deep heat of his rectum. He could
think of nothing else and he wanted something more to fill up that tiny
hole. He could tell that the captain could satisfy this ungodly urge, this
monstrous yearning. He did not struggle as the brute forced his arms up and
pulled that sheer, crimson negligee down over his head. He loved the feel
of the silky mesh against his smooth skin and wanted nothing more at that
moment than to be taken by this man, this Nubian pirate and have his anal
hunger sated by being penetrated and filled by Captain Booker.

The pirate stepped back a moment to marvel at the boy's unbelievable
loveliness, with his pale white skin now ensconced in the pretty
nightie. The negligee's red color really offset the red highlights in
Kyle's blond hair, making it shimmer even in the dull lighting in the
cabin. The nightie had a small lace around the back of the neck but had an
otherwise open back. The flouncy material was trimmed with exquisite lace
designs all along the bottom, which was not low hanging. In the front, the
gauzy thing barely covered the boy's little boner and the breasts were
cupless, leaving his nipples exposed to his horny lover's touch. The back
of it was cut away completely, leaving his backside also uncovered. Kyle
truly was breathtaking and at this point, nothing was going to stop Booker
from burying his blood-engorged member in the boy's soft, beckoning
cleft. They could be under full attack by the U.S. Navy and he would still
find time to fire his cum into the kid's gripping asspussy.

"Good God, you are...beautiful...Kyle. Absolutely beautiful." Kyle smiled
shyly up at him and they both knew that the inevitable was about to
happen. Booker whispered in his ear, softly. "I'm going to make love to
you, honey. Come along with me and I'll make it so good for you. Give
yourself to me..." Kyle looked up at his captor, overcome with lust, unable
to respond. His voice croaked as he attempted to tell his lover that he
wanted to be taken. An experienced man knows these signals in virgins,
whether verbal or otherwise and Ramon Booker was as adept as any, and more
so than most, in the art of boy seduction. Still, it wasn't going to take a
genius to tell that the kid had given up any pretense of resisting as he
spread his legs wider around his stud, pushing back into those delving
fingers as they reintroduced themselves into his pussy. He actively sought
out the older man's mouth, relishing the taste of his man's saliva.
"Captain...Captain Booker...I'm yours...Please! I need you..." Kyle cried
out the words brokenly, desperately wanting this intense, aching desire
deep in his bowels to be extinguished. Then he uttered the words he had
never even imagined saying to another male. "Take me,
Captain. Make...love...make love to me...Please..." He was whispering, so
ashamed, but so in heat, so needing to be held and taken hard. Booker
slowly pulled his fingers out of that grasping rectal glove, a squelching
sound following the withdrawal. He roughly pushed Kyle down on the bed and
grabbed the greasy lube he'd already used in the kid's ass. He pulled out a
glop of the slick stuff and slathered it all over his throbbing cock, now
almost painfully erect. Kyle was able to fully see Ramon's prick, for the
first time and even in his advanced state of arousal, he was suddenly
unsure of how badly he really wanted this. The pirate's cock scared him,
not just because of it's physical dimensions, but because of the ferocity
of the lust behind it. He knew the captain would do his best not to hurt
him, but a monster that size couldn't possibly feel natural inside such a
tiny space. From out of the blue, he started to panic, trying to roll
quickly off the bed, but Booker was too fast for him. With cat-like
quickness, he smothered the kid's body with his own, effectively putting an
end to Kyle's sudden retreat. The boy swiped his hand across the pirate's
face, drawing blood with his nails. The captain took a hard backhand to the
little punk. He wouldn't try that again.

Booker was ready now, at last, to conquer the boy completely. Once Kyle had
taken him into his body, Ramon would own his soul. As he lay the boy out
spread-eagle underneath him and hooked his elbows under Kyle's knees, he
achieved the access he desired. He looked back at the kid's face and saw
tears flowing freely from his eyes. All at once, guilt flooded Booker's
mind, but he forced him self to be firm with the boy; there would be some
tears, as always, but this was going to happen, with or without consent. It
was nothing new; virgins almost always got cold feet at the last minute. It
had never stopped him before and it wouldn't stop him this time either. He
tenderly kissed the tears away, gently whispering in the boy's ear, hoping
to calm him. "Shhh, it's ok, honey. We're almost there. This is what you've
been wanting." He started to gently probe Kyle's pucker with the tip of his
cock, feeling the wetness of the lubricant, feeling the petite maw suckling
and grasping at his glans. "By God, you're so ripe for me...so ready...so
fucking ready. Tell me what you want, again, my little kitten..." He
pressed a little more in to the kid's hole, just enough for him to feel
where the piercing would take place. Kyle shifted uncomfortably beneath
him, at once crying from shame and fear but still wanting this man more
than anything he had ever wanted. He could feel it every time Captain
Booker grazed his pucker with the bloated, slobbering head of his inflamed
manhood. It was a feeling unlike any he had ever known until today, causing
that dark, urgent desire to once again run the length of his bowels. It was
a need he had to quench. He could scarcely believe he was actually here, on
his back, beneath a muscle-bound black man, dressed in a sheer, red nightie
preparing to be taken like a girl. But while he was terribly afraid, he
also needed this so badly.

The tears were coming freely for Kyle, as he had to fight against his shame
to make this black beast know that he wanted to be taken. Wanted to be the
man's girl. "I...don't know...what I want. I just...ache so much...I need
something..." Booker kissed him again, completely covering the boy's mouth
with his own, pushing his tongue in. "I will give you what you want. Sheath
your claws, my love." He whispered into the kid's mouth as they continued
their oral play. The kid's ardent return of his kiss was all the sign he
needed, and as they crushed their mouths together, Booker levered himself
up and then gave a hard thrust down and forward. His black viper pushed
into the pink, wet opening, forcing it wider. Kyle began to moan into their
kiss as the captain finally took ownership of his asspussy. They groaned in
concert, as their bodies slowly became one, Kyle's pussy and Booker's cock
virtually fusing together from the hot slickness.  The boy arched his back
up into his lover's inflexible thrust, beckoning for his man to bury the
entire length of his cock inside of him. With his nails buried in Booker's
shoulders, he locked his legs around the brawny pirate, forcing his own
aching boner to be scraped raw against the stud's hairy, chiseled stomach
with each inward plunge. All he could do was scream himself hoarse and hold
on for dear life as Booker completely took over the fuck and dominated him
outright.

Booker was in pure animal lust. The heat and tightness that radiated up and
down the length of his cock as he sank into the boy's cunt was untainted,
primal need. The kid's hungry ass swallowed him whole, and threatened to
put an end to Booker's reputation among his crew of having unparalleled
stamina, never-ending staying power. The total sensation was one of
absolute power; the boy underneath him, femmed out in lingerie, wrapped so
tightly around him, they were practically one. Kyle's lips were all over
his neck and shoulders, feathering him with light, airy pecks and
kisses. The kid's effeminate moans and his begging and pleading were in his
ears. He could feel the lad's smaller prick rubbing against his stomach. Ha
had planned this all out in his mind, how he would take the kid in a myriad
of positions, teaching him all the pleasures of lovemaking. But somehow, he
couldn't pull himself out of the missionary they were in. Not that he
couldn't physically peel the kid off him, just that his brain refused to
allow him to do anything but drive his cock into Kyle again and again and
again. He wanted, needed the boy's screams of orgasm.

"Ooh...my...God!! Captain...Captain...Booker!" Kyle managed to gasp
out. The pirate's sweat was dripping all over him, coating them both in a
sexy sheen. He looked into Booker's eyes. "I...didn't know...I
mean...oohh...I never knew...ohh...God...it could be...ooh...fuck...could
be like this!!" Booker was beginning to labor in his
breathing. "Christ...fuckin' God...Kyle...it can.... ohhhh....it can
be...like...oh God...this...uuh...every fuckin' night...ohhhh... if you
want...Fuck!!" As he shouted out, he punctuated it with an extra hard fuck
stroke. He went balls deep into Kyle's clutching asspussy and held it
there, content to let his boy convulse around his cock. Kyle thrust upward
again and again, needing every inch of his stud inside him. He was crying
now from extreme lust, his mind dizzy from the intense feelings and
emotions that ran throughout him as he gave up his virginity to this
virile, unstoppable fuck demon.

The scent of his lover's sweat and the musky odor of sex turned him on
beyond belief, but he tried, as his orgasm approached, to focus on clasping
the muscles in his asspussy all around and up and down on Booker's fat
prick, wanting to reward his stud for a job soon to be well done. "Captain
Booooooker!! Ohhh my God!! Captain Booker!! I want... you... to
cum... inside me! Make me yours...make me yours totally!!" And then it hit
him, like a hammer to an anvil. He ground his prick up into the captain's
stomach one last time, and then half gasped, half screamed out his climax
as he clung to his lover, the man he now belonged to. His soft, yielding
cunt muscles contracted up and down the entire span of the pirate's
cockmeat. His nails dug deeply into Booker's muscled back, and he bit down
hard on the captain's left shoulder, wailing in
ecstasy. "Uhhh...uhhh...ohh!! Uhhh...God!
I...need...you...uuhhh...so...bad! My captain!
I'm...yours...ohhhh....fuuuuck...."

The boy's wild orgasm drove the pirate into near frenzy. He pounded the kid
into the sheets harder than he ever thought it was possible to fuck
someone. The kid's urgent wails and moans were driving him to his own
inescapable culmination. He started spouting out whatever came to mind,
losing control over what he was even saying. "Ohhh fuck!! Here comes my
fuckin' load you little whore. You...ready.... ooohhh....fuck...for my
fuckin' seed boy?! I'm gonna... ohhhh.... I'm gonna breed this pussy...ohhh
....uhhhh.... here it comes, slut!! Ohhh...God!! Take it!! Take it!!
Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!" The veins in his neck constricted as all the
blood in his body was focused on the task of fucking the living hell of
this beautiful kid underneath him. The roar in his ears was like a freight
train as his orgasm hit, just seconds after Kyle's had soaked them both. He
caught Kyle's eye just as he came and the lust in them was apparent. They
shared another deep, soulful kiss as their orgasms subsided.

Booker lifted up off the kid, and swung Kyle's right leg up and over both
of them and collapsed behind the trembling boy to spoon him without ever
taking his cock out. He was still partially hard and he wanted to stay
nestled in that snug cave for as long as possible. Kyle was in no shape to
fight off anything; he was completely exhausted. He just let the black
brute arrange himself behind him, with them still joined together. There
would doubtless be more sex this night, but not for a little while. He felt
Booker's lips softly kissing the back of his head and neck, smelling his
hair. He smiled the smile of one who has been truly satisfied and fell
asleep in his lover's arms.  More to cum...?




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