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Respite

D inesh ignored Esmaralda and turned to me.

“In spades. Rooster has been absolutely invaluable to me and to the Arrow , both.”

“Rooster?” Domingo asked. “Is your nickname Rooster because of your big—”

“Put it in! Put it in!” the bird shouted.

“Dear God,” Captain Martin muttered. “Won’t that bird shut up?”

Domingo regarded Captain Martin with much fondness and amusement.

“Only if I put her in her cage.”

“Won’t you?”

“That’ll be an extra five gold pieces.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

“Yes, exactly that.”

“Take him out back! Pummel the blackguard!” Esmaralda squawked.

“I’ll pay it! I’ll pay the fee,” Captain Martin said, eyeing the small black bird with distaste and fishing for more coin from his purse.

Meanwhile, my heart had warmed at the praise he’d given me.

“I appreciate what you said, Captain,” I said, as he placed five more coins in Domingo’s outstretched hand. “The feeling is…mutual.”

Well, I loved him, in fact. But I didn’t dare speak of my true feelings. I was supposed to be a heartless privateer officer and a witch, as well. If I spoke of love, what did that make me? Bad enough in the eyes of society that I was a sodomite, a pirate, and a witch. I could at least pretend that I didn’t have feelings that could be hurt, or a heart that could be broken. Maybe if I didn’t name it, the universe would let me keep it.

“Esmaralda. In your cage, darling,” Domingo said.

Immediately, the bird hopped across the desk and through the open door of her cage.

“Time for bed. Time for bed,” she sang.

“Yes, quite,” Domingo muttered, reaching behind him for a string that, once pulled, lowered an opaque black cloth over the bird’s cage. And all was quiet.

“Is that all it takes? To quiet her?”

“Generally. There’s food in there, and she won’t disturb us.” He smiled. “She’s quite used to hearing all sorts of sounds from this bed.”

Domingo licked his bottom lip as his fingers moved to the sash of his robe, playing with the knot until the belt came undone, and the edges of his robe fell away, revealing his completely naked body.

I gasped as the captain chuckled.

Domingo’s skin contained nary a trace of dark hair, a fact which surprised me greatly. From his name and the fact that the hair on his head grew so thick, I had expected a similar level of coverage on his chest and in his private area. There was nothing but a sheen of oil covering him.

“Mmm. I see you’re looking after yourself as well as always, Dom,” the captain murmured, his gaze roaming over the beautiful man and flaring in a way with which I was familiar.

Domingo inclined his chin with a graceful and silent acknowledgement of Captain Martin’s praise. He traced those long fingers along his throat and over his chest and then across his midriff, to where his cock lay half-hard and dark against his thigh, as he lifted his gaze to that of Dinesh.

“Take off your clothes, Rooster,” Captain Martin said, holding Domingo’s gaze, as he drew off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair.

The tension was thick in the room as I pulled off my jacket and started to unbutton my waistcoat. Domingo’s words brought a halt to my actions.

“Oh, please, Dinesh, may I do it? I want to undress your pretty Rooster.”

I glanced up to find both of them regarding me like they were ready to pounce. My cock had already swollen but got even bigger now, especially at the excited look in Captain Martin’s eyes.

“Of course,” Captain Martin said. “Slowly, whilst I watch.”

Domingo smiled and stood with a feminine grace. He slunk towards me, chartreuse robe dragging on the wood floor, sleeves falling to his elbows, as the garment did nothing to conceal his nakedness.

I swallowed, my fingers frozen on the buttons as Domingo approached. I risked a quick glance at Dinesh, and almost moaned at the expression on his face as he worked at the fastenings on his waistcoat and then his shirt.

The scent of cinnamon and evergreen came from Domingo. The nostalgic fragrance calmed me at the same time that it ignited my blood. He stood before me like some kind of vision of beauty created from my own imagination. He placed a delicate hand on my frozen fingers, nudging them aside as he smiled seductively.

“Put yourself at ease, Rooster,” he whispered. He raised his brows. “Do you mind if I call you that?”

I shook my head from side to side as quick breaths puffed from my mouth. I really didn’t mind. I liked the captain’s nickname for me.

“Just enjoy the fact that I am here to serve you in whatever way you desire.”

“Or that I desire,” Captain Martin added.

“Of course, Captain,” Domingo said.

“Yes. Right. I know.” I sounded like a dimwit. I didn’t know why I was so unsure of myself. Normally I was full of confidence when it came to this sort of thing, although I’d never received the attentions of an expensive— or inexpensive —whore before.

Domingo smiled as he unbuttoned my fine waistcoat and pushed the garment over my shoulders. His fingers went to the buttons of my shirt as my arms hung helplessly at my sides.

“What can I do to ease you, Rooster darling? What can I possibly do to make you feel more comfortable?” Domingo asked in a teasing voice as he finished with the buttons and pushed my shirt off.

“Oh…I…well…” I stuttered, my gaze fixed on Domingo’s lips.

“Swallow his cock, perhaps?” Dinesh offered.

My gaze flashed to the captain as he settled himself—bare from the waist, a distinct bulge in his breeches—into a lush armchair with a view of the proceedings.

“Yes, I was going to suggest it,” Domingo murmured as flames shot up my spine.

My breaths came even quicker, and when Domingo’s fingers worked the buttons on my fall-front breeches, I moaned as his knuckles brushed against the iron brand within.

Domingo gasped in exaggerated surprise.

“Oh! Goodness me, he’s hard as fucking rock already.”

“Yes, that’s my randy Rooster. He can rise in an instant. He’s awfully young, you know.”

“How young?” Domingo asked. “Younger than me?”

“I’m twenty-two,” I said, my voice catching with a gasp.

Domingo smiled. “I’ve only just turned twenty-one. But I’ve lived a hundred lifetimes already.” He made the statement with a laugh and a toss of his hair, but I saw a flicker of pain in those eyes.

I watched with parted lips as Domingo let the flap of my breeches fall, revealing my prick in all its turgid glory. To be honest, my prick looked like a wee noodle most of the time, but I was rather proud of the thing in this state. Not a truncheon like the captain’s, but my cock had its own sort of charm.

Domingo hissed and glanced up at me.

“Oooh, what a fine example of a man you are, Rooster,” he purred, before wrapping his elegant fingers around me and bending to tongue the tip.

As wet warmth surrounded me, I met the captain’s intense gaze and moaned.

Domingo whimpered as he pulled off me, looking over his shoulder at the captain.

“Well, aren’t you the lucky man? He’s really lovely, isn’t he?”

“Mmm,” Dinesh murmured. “Wait until you see his sweet little—”

I coughed and cleared my throat, embarrassed to be spoken about in such a way.

“Oh, I can’t wait. But first I want to sample this lovely sabre he’s waving at me. Are you quite comfortable over there, Captain?”

“Aye. Never mind me. Give the lad a suck to remember. And one that’s worth the price I paid for the pleasure.”

Domingo rolled his eyes. Then he turned back to me and let go long enough to shrug out of his robe completely. He dug in one pocket and pulled out a length of ribbon, with which he spent a moment tying back his lovely hair. I waited in some kind of erotic thrall, caught between the two of them—a helpless plaything to be spoken of and entertained. A role I’d been born to play.

“Now then,” Domingo said, placing his delicate hands—as dainty as any woman’s—on his bare thighs as he regarded the salute before him. “Do tell me when you’re about to overflow, will you?”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before he’d gripped my cock at the base and swallowed me down. I fought against finishing so soon and barely managed to hold back. Breaths stuttered out of my mouth, along with broken cries and long moans as I closed my eyes and enjoyed his attentions.

Domingo’s skills were considerable. There was an air about him too—a vulnerability and sincerity—even though he worked in a brothel. I lost myself in the feel of Domingo’s warm, soft mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw Captain Martin watching us with his lips parted and his hand down his breeches. A surge of pleasure hit me so hard, I let my hand drop to Domingo’s head and gave him the warning.

“I’m going to—” I gasped just before my cock overflowed.

Domingo slid off me, quite elegantly for someone with an unexpected load of spend in his mouth—although I supposed he’d been somewhat ready. He let the milky fluid spill down his chin, as if he’d drunk a jug of milk too quickly, then wrapped his fingers around me to stroke me through my culmination, his eyes like firebrands.

Then Captain Martin was there, bending down and guiding Domingo’s mouth to his, kissing him hard, licking my seed from Domingo’s lips and chin whilst I watched in a dazed and depleted state.

I drifted in a comfortable haze, watching Dinesh and Domingo as they embraced with passion before me. Domingo melted like a cherished bride against Captain Martin, succumbing to him, either in sincere thrall, or very well-acted forbearance. The captain devoured him with his kisses, glancing at me as if wanting to enjoy us both in any way he could.

My desire returned quickly, watching the two of them together.

I stepped out of my boots and breeches and leaned against the mantel of the small fireplace, in which a low fire burned. I wrapped my arms around my chest and watched while Captain Martin sucked two fingers into his mouth, then slid them down the crack of Domingo’s shapely arse as he held him still in his embrace.

Domingo gasped as Dinesh breached him, going up on his toes against the taller man and letting his face slide to the side as he gazed at me with intensity and hunger.

“Won’t your right-hand man deign to fuck me?” Domingo asked in a voice roughened by passion.

“He will if I tell him to,” Captain Martin said.

“And will you?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, wonderful. Let’s have some fun, Dinesh. I haven’t been properly ravished in ages.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Captain Martin murmured.

“I said properly . I’ve been disappointed quite enough, thank you.”

I was focused on not acting like a star-struck innocent, which I most assuredly was not. However, the sense of professionalism and experience that Domingo exuded was intimidating. He appeared an expert in his field.

“Rooster, has the cat got your goddamned tongue?” Captain Martin asked, pumping his fingers in and out of Domingo with undisguised delight and enthusiasm. “Normally I can’t get you to shut up unless I gag you.”

Well, that did it.

“I beg your pardon, Captain,” I said, straightening up and scowling at his audacity. “I’m in the process of recovering from a masterly suck, I’ll have you know. And there isn’t much to say now, is there? Unless you want a blow-by-blow account of my experience as a side piece to you and this beautiful molly who hordes a bevy of secrets in his lovely brown eyes.”

But the captain grinned and nodded.

“There he is. That’s the cocky rooster I’ve grown to love.”

I blinked, cut off by the captain’s unexpected use of the endearment.

“Love, is it?” Domingo gasped, riding Dinesh’s fingers as if that were his lifelong occupation. “I could have guessed.”

“Truly?” I whispered, looking at Domingo and the captain both for confirmation that I’d heard Dinesh correctly.

Domingo looked smug, and Captain Martin benignly satisfied.

“Of course. I knew your feelings for him immediately. They are written on your annoyingly handsome face.” Domingo waved his fingers in the air and then surged against Dinesh on another jab of those long fingers. “Oh God, Dinesh, you’re such a fucking tease. Give over to your right-hand man. I want you to watch him ravish me and imagine him doing the same to you.”

Captain Martin grinned. “Well, he’d have to beg me for a very long time. I don’t give over my arse to just anyone, you know.”

Dinesh and I stared at one another, the import of his recent words echoing in the room.

Did I want to fuck Dinesh? It had been such a long time since I’d fucked anyone. Truly, I was better on the receiving end, and I enjoyed taking a man’s cock so much. But, on the cusp of fucking Domingo, the possibility of eventually having such a chance with Dinesh intrigued me. I’d had no idea he’d even consider the option.

Now, looking at Domingo, a flushed and oiled and alluring rag doll in Captain Martin’s embrace, I wanted to prove to the captain that I could do the deed, and do it well.

My desire had returned in spades and I nodded.

“Fine,” I said. “I might as well drill the pretty whore. We’ve paid enough.”

Domingo’s eyes went wide, and then he threw back his head and cackled as Captain Martin withdrew his attentions and pushed Domingo onto the bed, gazing at me with pride.

“On your hands and knees then, beautiful boy,” he said as Domingo hastened to obey.

“And you ,” he said, pushing his trousers off as he gave me a look of lust and emotion and dominance. “Do me proud. Show him what my right-hand man is made of.”

I found myself grinning, then laughing. My unease had vanished, and I had begun to appreciate the unique dynamic contained in these four walls.

“Oh, I’ll show you,” I said, grabbing my cock and waving it at Domingo, who lay in a seductive position on the bed, gazing at me with a smirk and heavy eyelids, idly touching himself.

The captain winked, and I let go of myself, becoming serious and moving towards the sultry boy on the bedsheets.

“Oooh, Officer White,” Domingo moaned. “Please show me how a privateer officer deals with a paid whore, if you please?”

Well, I really had no idea how a privateer officer would act in any situation. I desired to be fierce and passionate, but I also wanted to take care that I didn’t overstep Domingo’s graciousness. Yes, we had paid a pretty penny for him, but he wasn’t an object to be bartered with. He was a person, the same as me or the captain. He’d been dealt a rotten hand in life, as had I. Our bad fortune didn’t make us any less deserving of good treatment.

Dinesh had thrown a blanket over the armchair and settled his naked self in the comfy spot. He gave me a nod to go ahead.

“If I remember correctly, Domingo likes a good slap to the arse.”

Domingo went to all fours, pulling his hair over one shoulder so its bulk didn’t obscure the length of his slim torso and petite waist. He gazed at me over the other one.

“Do it, Mr White. I’ve been ever so naughty.”

“I’m certain that’s true,” I said. “How’s this?”

I hauled my arm back and brought my hand down on his right arse cheek. The sound of flesh-on-flesh reverberated off the walls as Domingo’s buttock bounced and quivered.

“Oooh, yes. Again!”

I slapped him again, to the sounds of Captain Martin’s laughter.

“Take it from behind!”

We froze at Esmaralda’s sudden statement from under the black cloth, then all burst out laughing.

“Take it from behind! Put it in! Put it in!” the bird continued as Captain Martin and I tried to curb our hilarity.

“Shut the fuck up, you bloody cunt!” Domingo yelled, throwing a pillow at the cage. The yellow cushion bounced off and luckily didn’t dislodge the cover.

“You are a cunt. Nasty cunt!” the bird replied.

“Fuck,” Domingo muttered, hanging his head in frustration. “Never mind. Keep going, but harder. I’m not made of china.”

“Pummel the blackguard!” Esmaralda yelled, but we ignored her.

“You heard him, Rooster. Go harder. He’s had a better spanking at the hands of a maiden, I reckon.”

I scowled at Dinesh, not enjoying my manhood being made sport of, then doubled down on the pretty tart’s arse.

“Oh yes. Yes! Fuck, yes. Thats… Oh! God!”

Esmaralda gave a whistle, then yelled, “What a trollop!”

“Enough,” Captain Martin said to me, finally. “Now I want to watch you fuck him.”

Domingo was panting hard, his chest and cheek pressed to the mattress, his rosy arse in the air. He spread his knees and sighed. “Oooh, yes.”

Esmaralda was quiet. Perhaps she was intent on listening.

Domingo moaned and made eager sounds as he gazed back at me, his puckered hole visible and glistening with oil. “See? I’m ready for you, Rooster.”

Captain Martin took a seat on the bed beside us, facing me. He used his hands to spread Domingo’s cheeks further so his hole stretched and he made a vulnerable sound.

“Pass me that oil. I’ll make sure he’s slick enough for you.”

My fingers trembled as I passed him the bottle. Now that we were getting down to the act, I was plagued with unease. The idea of being watched by Dinesh was, on the one hand, exhilarating and perverse, but on the other, intimidating. What if I made a mess of this? It had been such a long time since I’d used my prick this way. Yes, fucking was fucking, and I was, at heart, an animal with base instincts—that couldn’t be argued.

I shook my head, trying to get the unwelcome thoughts to leave me be. I focused on the rising lust and the image of oil dripping down Domingo’s crack as Dinesh tipped the bottle.

“Put it in! Put it in!” Esmaralda ordered from her cage, which added insult to injury.

Domingo groaned as the oil made a path along his skin, then gasped as the captain spread the slick over his hole and taint and pushed two fingers inside.

“Oh, fuck me, Captain Martin. You do know how to touch a man.”

“Yes, well, I’ve had years of practice.”

“Slattern,” Domingo muttered.

“Beautiful, dirty, whore,” Captain Martin said in the sweetest of tones as if he were conferring upon Domingo the highest of praises.

“Nasty cunt!” Esmaralda screamed.

But we were getting used to her rude interruptions and didn’t pay her any mind, although the fact that she sounded so human remained unsettling to a degree.

The captain used his other hand to spread Domingo again so the oil pooled and moistened every bit of him.

“There you go, Rooster. Have at it.”

“Fuck,” I said. Now that I was staring at the beautiful arse of the sweetest whore I’d ever laid eyes on, I wanted nothing more than to fuck him. The intimacy of what the three of us were about to do was intoxicating.

I got on my knees behind Domingo, and met Dinesh’s gaze as I nudged the head of my cock where it yearned to go.

“You’d better watch what you’re doing, Rooster,” Captain Martin suggested. “Don’t look at me. Look at the man beneath you.”

I mean, he had a point.

I swallowed and dug my fingers into Domingo’s hip to keep him steady as I pushed my cock inside him.

Captain Martin cursed. Domingo moaned. Esmaralda whistled and clucked.

As my prick sank into Domingo’s velvety warmth, my eyes rolled back in my head from the pleasure. Had topping another man ever been this good? My instincts and my lust took over as I pushed in all the way.

“Oh my God…” I gasped, as I gave Domingo soft thrusts that elicited gorgeous sounds and a comment from Captain Martin.

“Jesus Christ and all the angels,” Dinesh murmured in awe as I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. A surge of excitement hit me, solely from our connection. I moved into a quicker rhythm, encouraged by Domingo’s vocal reaction. The sounds he made could have been an act, but I chose to believe he was enjoying himself.