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“Pirate and bar owner’s virgin son, maybe?”

I smiled, “Oh, that sounds fun. What year?”

He shrugged. “No idea, Master. Whenever the big-named pirates were famous?”

“Blackbeard was early seventeen hundreds, maybe late the previous century some, too. You want me to buy you from your dad or grab you when you leave the bar?”

Months ago, Davy would’ve told me whichever I wanted to do, but he’d learned that if I ask, I want to know the answer, so he said, “Grab me and stow me away in your cabin on the ship, Master.”

* * * *

Davy

I cleaned the kitchen after we ate, and Master left to set everything up. Sometimes he’s all over my scene suggestions while other times he isn’t interested, and that told me he wasn’t doing it because I wanted to, but because he did.

If I thought he was doing it to please me, it wouldn’t have worked. Part of the whole slave-mentality means Master does as he pleases with my body.

So, when I’d put our dishes away, stored the roast in the fridge beside the bowl of gravy, and cleaned the slow-cooker and put it away, I wasn’t terribly surprised to turn and see clothes draped over the back of a chair. I stepped into the short pants withwaytoo much fabric, so it looked more like a skirt than shorts, and tied the waist. It took me a few seconds to figure the blouse out and get it on, and then the vest that matched the shorts, and finally, the dramatic collar. I doubted the son of a barkeep would’ve worn this, but it was certainly period clothing from centuries before, and if it was what Master wanted me in, so be it.

I didn’t expect him to jump from a room on my way to the playroom and grab me, but Master can be full of surprises. I fought him a little, or maybe more than a little because he surprised me, but he quickly had me under control with one of my arms bent backwards and up behind me, so I walked in front of him while he steered me to the playroom, where he fastened my wrist cuffs behind my back, bent me over, and attached them to the hook hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. He had to lift my arms up to reach it, but it was at the right height so he didn’t have to raise it higher once the cuffs were over the hook.

I assumed there were no carabiners three hundred years ago, and that was why he’d just looped my cuffs over the hook. Imightbe able to lift up high enough to slide them off, but I doubted it, and I wasn’t interested in wrenching my shoulders enough to try.

I was bent over uncomfortably enough without hurting my shoulders even worse.

“My dad will come find me!” I shouted.

“Oh, I doubt that. We’ll be out to sea in an hour, before he even knows your missin’. I have about fifteen minutes to play with you before I need to go abovedeck, so let me just see what I have to work with.”

He made quick work of getting the ridiculous shorts off, but didn’t bother with the vest, blouse, or collar contraption. He played with my dick and balls a few seconds, which rarely happens with my Master so I enjoyed it while trying to pretend I hated it, and then he was at my ass, spreading my cheeks to have a look.

“What are you doing?” I kicked my legs backwards, towards him, but didn’t manage to make contact. “That isn’t proper at all! Stop this instant, I say!”

“Not much that happens on this ship is proper, young lad, and if you kick me, I’ll squeeze your balls until you puke.” He reached up, grabbed them both in his fist, and gave a light squeeze. “Care to test me, lad?”

I stayed quiet, and he squeezed a little tighter. “I own you now lad. Answer the question.”

“No! Please don’t hurt me balls!”

I didn’t have any idea how people talked back then, but sayingmeinstead ofmysounded right.

“Sire! You will address me as Sire!”

“No Sire! Please don’t hurt me balls, Sire!”

He let go of my balls. “Better, slave, but I think we’ll make sure you can’t, anyway.”

He tied a piece of rope between my ankle cuffs, so I could only spread my feet around six or eight inches apart, and then he walked around front of me, and I finally got a look at what he was wearing.

He was in shorts with some kind of leggings underneath, and a fancy blouse with a jeweled vest, along with lots of rings, and a fancy hat with a feather. He didn’t look anything at all like apirate, but before I could figure out what to say, if anything, he was out the door and gone, and the door closed shut, leaving me all to myself.

And that was when I realized he’d lit candles and placed them around the room, rather than use the lights. Not real candles, but the electronic ones with the dancing flame that looks real. The light danced all around me, a lot dimmer than when the room’s lights are on, but enough to easily see because he must’ve had fifty or more around the room.

Master returned looking like a pirate, with thick fabric straight shorts, and a vest with a thin cream-colored blouse under it. The pants and vest appeared to be a rough canvas, both in tan, and he wore a pirate hat now — tri-something, I think?

“The fancy duds are just for the landlubbers. Now, where were we? Ah, that ass, which I’m guessing is quite virginal.” He lifted his hand to show me he held something. “Nabbed some butter from the galley to make your first time a little easier.”

“No! You can’t, no! Not my ass! I’m not… I don’tdothat!”