WELL THIS TOTALLY GOT AWAY FROM ME. I HOPE YOU ENJOY, BUT THIS IS SUPER KINKY SO IF YOU'RE NOT INTO IT OH WELL.
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Lots of Kinks!: Multiple Partners, Dubious Consent, Armpits, Sweat, Ropes, Bondage, Biting, Minor Pain, Cum Eating, Bareback, Body Hair, Minor Objectification, M/M, Improper use of a Candle, Blindfolds, Delay Kink, Possibility of being Caught, Domination/Submission, Stereotypes being Crushed, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Harem Tendencies, Kink Discovery, Devirginizing __________________________________
So Eoleo knows that being a pirate means he should be getting wenches.
Theoretically.
The thing is, he's never had time for anything more than his right hand... or his left, depending. And as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, then being locked up in a cage that was public did nothing to to lower his frustrations. Not that he had anything against masturbating to an audience necessarily, but he'd rather it not end with his captors deciding that they should neuter him.
And then he's rescued by some of the most attractive people he's ever met.
Okay so he'll admit it, pirates aren't that sexy. Between scurvy and venereal diseases, not to mention the fact that he'd be unable to look any of them in the eye because they all knew his family, it hadn't been worth it.
It's sadly not worth it now either, fate of the world and all that. Still, he does have eyes.
Sveta is oddly the first one he notices. Maybe it's how different she is from her brother... but she's striking is a sad, silent, capable, distant way. Learning she can read his mind makes him glad he was somewhat off-put off of all beastmen after his capture. Claws near his junk is a no.
Amiti is second, because he is apparently the type who like to look at unobtainable royalty. He wonders if Amiti is also a virgin, if his pubic hair is blue, and if he's loud when he comes.
He also wonders if Karis is green down there, but something about her personality makes it seem like too much work to try.
Reif is not his type at all, which leaves Matthew and Tyrell. From what he understand though, they're together, which is both amazing and horrible.
It's amazing because it gives him spank bank material for a long time, but it's bad because it means he won't be getting any, even after they save the world. Assuming they don't die.
Matthew is quiet. He's pretty in an understated handsome way. He's good at cooking, steering, and has eyes that Eoleo wish he'd seen first. He keeps imagining them watching him when he's jerking off--something he finds himself doing a lot these days. It would make him more awkward if he wasn't used to playing poker with his crew.
Tyrell is an annoying little shit, but he is strong. And shameless. Eoleo did not know muscular men were his type at all, always finding his eyes straying towards pretty people, people with slight builds. Tyrell has no problem unknowingly indulging his voyeurism, taking his shirt off in the sun and showing off his chest with it's perfect nipples that Eoleo can't help but picture pierced, his bulging arms, and his bright treasure trail that makes Eoleo's mouth water. He's even managed to see his dick once or twice. Thick and surrounded with orange, it drives Eoleo crazy with the thought of how it will taste... and smell. On a normal ship, bathing is not easy, and the water adepts change that only slightly when they're all concerned about monsters and healing. Eoleo is used to the smell more than the rest of them, but finds that the idea of Tyrell's sweat clinging to his balls and the crack of his ass is not unappealing, even if the shock of his own predisposition for such a thing is surprising.
Matthew never takes his clothes off, in stark contrast to Tyrell. The mystery of having one half of the equation is starting to drive Eoleo a bit crazy, and his dick a bit raw. That and he might be staring more than he should.
Still, picturing how Tyrell fucks Matthew is a solid pastime, right next to wondering if he could fuck Tyrell--after all, the strong guy fucks the weaker one--or maybe if he could get Tyrell to share Matthew? He can't picture Matthew moaning, but he does picture Matthew staring at him as he sinks onto his cock, Tyrell's cum leaking out of him. He wonders if he's bigger than Tyrell, and then he wonders what Matthew is packing, and then he wonders if either of them would even be interested in him anyway, as he's more rugged and hairy than either of them.
In short, by the time Himi joins their little brigade he's obsessed with two men and jerks off so much he's always a bit more rank than he'd like.
But not, apparently, more than Matthew.
He's just taking inventory in the bowels of the ship and is in the main as a door to a equipment closet opens. Matthew steps out, sees him, nods, business as usual, except Eoleo is staring at the rope in his hand. Then Eoleo looks up, past Matthew, right as the door closes.
Tyrell is tied up, hanging from the ceiling, rock hard, blindfolded, and seems to have a wax candle plugging his butt--one that is lit.
The door closes and Eoleo goes suddenly rock hard. His mind focuses on the thought that Tyrell... Tyrell might be the one taking it. Getting fucked. Tyrell who is physically powerful, who wouldn't let someone... dominate him.
Would he?
The idea is a bit world shattering, and a lot arousing, and he can not look at Matthew right now.
The boat rocks. He has half a second to curse Amiti for not supervising Himi learning to steer before he's thrown forward, bracing himself against the door, Matthew wedged uncomfortably close and his face practically buried in his underarm hair.
Eoleo meets Matthews eyes and freezes.
Matthew inhales, his eyes boring into Eoleo, pupils widening, his dick--now against Eoleo's thigh--pulses. Matthew lets a breath out of his mouth, the exhalation making Eoleo shiver, and inhales again, through his nose. Matthews dick pulses again and Eoleo find his own cock can, in fact, get harder.
Before he has time to contemplate anything else he finds himself shoved back, psynergy knocking him to his knees and then suddenly winding rope around his wrists, pinning them behind his back.
Open mouthed, he doesn't resist when Matthew drags him by his hair close enough to rub his clothed dick over his face.
"This psynergy is called Lash." Matthew says, something in his tone commanding. Eoleo looks up. Matthew stares down at him, lust and something darker in his eyes. "If you want to, I'm sure you can burn your way out of it." He grips Eoleo's hair and tugs him back. "Close your mouth." Eoleo does without thinking. Matthew smirks.
It's such a dark expression that Eoleo finds himself both shocked and aroused. To think that Matthew-
"Burn your clothes."
"What?"
Matthew slaps him. Hard. Eoleo should not be aroused by that.
"No talking unless I say so. Tyrell may have earplugs in, but if we do this it will be with whimpers as the only thing coming out of your mouth. Understood?"
Eoleo opens his mouth, then rethinks and shuts it, nodding instead. "Good, maybe next time I'll let you watch me fuck Tyrell if you're good. I know you'd like that, the way you watch us." Eoleo actually blushes at this. Matthew chuckles, then his expression turns hard. "Burn your clothes. I won't tell you again."
The clothes are not his usual armor, just some sleep clothes. Loosing this pair will be fine, except he will having nothing to wear back to his cabin. Matthew could leave him here naked if he wanted. Eoleo knows it's a way for Matthew to be in control. He doesn't know why, but the idea sends fire racing across his nerves. He concentrates and lets that fire out. Controlling it so it doesn't burn his hair or the ropes is tricky, but in the end he is on his knees, hard cock tick and dripping, completely vulnerably naked, in front of Matthew.
"Good," Matthew says, voice thick as he stares at Eoleo's bare body. "Stand up."
Eoleo does, and the rope moves, snaking it's way around his body and maneuvering him into--well--if Eoleo wasn't so hard he'd be pretty embarrassed. His hands and held up above his head, the rope latching onto a ceiling beam--something that makes Eoleo wonder how often Matthew comes down here--his body is crisscrossed with the rope in a diamond pattern that definitely emphasizes his large dick and pecs. Matthew gets more rope from somewhere and then his legs are being spread apart, feet still on the ground, so he's leaning back. His dick is on display, as are his balls. The first rope digs into his crack, rubbing over his hole, and he does whimper, his dick twitching. Matthew moves behind him, and the second and third ropes are suddenly pulling the first rope apart to frame his ass.
Matthew walks around him, his gaze defiling, before smiling. "Be right back. Don't. Move."
He goes into the closet, and Eoleo admits that having Tyrell see him like this is not unappealing but not what he wants. Not that he knows exactly what he does want. He has the feeling like he's in over his head.
And then he hears what can only be Tyrell moaning. It's loud. If he's this loud all the time, no wonder they'd do it down here. Or--and Eoleo feels himself get hotter at the ides--is he being loud because Matthew told him to be? For Eoleo? He has to refocus his eyes and is met with the sight of his dick literally dripping wet. The rope feels way too good and yet not enough and Eoleo clenches his ass, frustrated and dizzy, as Tyrell orgasms. Tyrell sounds like he's sobbing and Eoleo find his teeth clenched around a whine, fighting coming himself.
He does not want this to end so soon.
Matthew comes out without Tyrell, carrying a cloth. He looks Eoleo up and down, and Eoleo knows he's panting like he's in heat, his cock wetter that ever, and he's flushed too. Matthew walks over to him.
"Open your mouth." Eoleo realizes he's going to be gagged. Swallowing, he does as ordered, eyes widening when he sees the fabric.
It's a loin cloth and he can tell from the sweat marks that it's well used. It's also wet with Tyrell's load, which is placed in Eoleo's mouth. The bitter salty flavor is almost too much, and he fights his balls drawing up. Matthew manages to tie it so that part of it is covering his nose.
Eoleo inhales.
Eoleo shakes.
Tyrell must have worn this a lot without washing it to become this rank. Eoleo can't help but wonder if he was ordered to, by Matthew, thinking of how Matthew reacted to his own scent. To be honest, Eoleo can smell why.
It's rank, it's nasty, and it's Tyrell. He moans, eyes closed, hunching so his dick fucks the air.
Next thing he knows his legs are the thing in the air. He opens his eyes in alarm to find himself spread out, ass on display, pits on display, everything on display for Matthew.
And then, right as he thinks Matthew is going to do... SOMTEHING, Matthew doesn't. Instead, Matthew takes off Eoleo's Boots. His. Boots.
His feet aren't gross or anything, and he knows some guys are into that, but Matthew doesn't seems to be, he just seems to want him naked.
Matthew drops the second boot and then drops to his knees, staring up at Eoleo with challenge in his gaze.
Then he surges forward and buries his face in Eoleo's ass.
It's too much. Eoleo barely has time to think 'does he do this to tyrell?' before Tyrell's scent, the taste of his cum, the tensions of being bound, the feel of Matthews tongue, and the sudden arousing pain of his nipples being suddenly twisted--and then he's coming.
He passes out groaning and when he come back from seeing stars Matthew is naked, grinning at him, and leaning over to lick some of Eoleo's cum up. "I'm going to fuck you now." He says, in that matter-of-fact way he has, edged with something Eoleo thinks of as Conquer.
He didn't use oil, or his fingers, and although he feels Huge inside Eoleo knows he isn't. He also goes slow. It hurts, but by the time he's in all the way and using a cure, Eoleo is hard again.
Matthew leans over and bites a nipple and Eoleo thinks he just might like pain a lot more that he thought.
It's rough, and sweaty, and Matthew licks Eoleo's armpit in a way that should not feel as good as it does. Eoleo is never bathing again is all he has to do to get bent over like a wench is reach up and stretch when he's near Matthew.
Matthew bites and sucks his chest, leaving marks across his pecs to go with rope burn, and sniffs his pits. Whatever he's doing with his dick is nailing something inside of Eoleo head on and Eoleo realizes he moaning like he's a cheap whore.
Matthew growls, "Mine," and stares him in the eyes while driving his cock into him in such a way that Eoleo feels like he's somehow more naked then he is.
Matthew grins then, reaches up and pulls the gag down from his nose all while still fucking him, and then he reaches past--
Matthew's armpit stinks. It smells rank and heavy, and Eoleo arches up to bury his nose in it. And then Eoleo feels his ass clech around Matthew and he cums.
He feels Matthew's breath on his arm as Matthew's hips stutter into his, and then the heat and the orgasm get to him and he's dragged under.
A week later he find himself and Tyrell tied up again. This time to each other.
Getting with the program NSFW
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Lots of Kinks!: Multiple Partners, Dubious Consent, Armpits, Sweat, Ropes, Bondage, Biting, Minor Pain, Cum Eating, Bareback, Body Hair, Minor Objectification, M/M, Improper use of a Candle, Blindfolds, Delay Kink, Possibility of being Caught, Domination/Submission, Stereotypes being Crushed, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Harem Tendencies, Kink Discovery, Devirginizing
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So Eoleo knows that being a pirate means he should be getting wenches.
Theoretically.
The thing is, he's never had time for anything more than his right hand... or his left, depending. And as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, then being locked up in a cage that was public did nothing to to lower his frustrations. Not that he had anything against masturbating to an audience necessarily, but he'd rather it not end with his captors deciding that they should neuter him.
And then he's rescued by some of the most attractive people he's ever met.
Okay so he'll admit it, pirates aren't that sexy. Between scurvy and venereal diseases, not to mention the fact that he'd be unable to look any of them in the eye because they all knew his family, it hadn't been worth it.
It's sadly not worth it now either, fate of the world and all that. Still, he does have eyes.
Sveta is oddly the first one he notices. Maybe it's how different she is from her brother... but she's striking is a sad, silent, capable, distant way. Learning she can read his mind makes him glad he was somewhat off-put off of all beastmen after his capture. Claws near his junk is a no.
Amiti is second, because he is apparently the type who like to look at unobtainable royalty. He wonders if Amiti is also a virgin, if his pubic hair is blue, and if he's loud when he comes.
He also wonders if Karis is green down there, but something about her personality makes it seem like too much work to try.
Reif is not his type at all, which leaves Matthew and Tyrell. From what he understand though, they're together, which is both amazing and horrible.
It's amazing because it gives him spank bank material for a long time, but it's bad because it means he won't be getting any, even after they save the world. Assuming they don't die.
Matthew is quiet. He's pretty in an understated handsome way. He's good at cooking, steering, and has eyes that Eoleo wish he'd seen first. He keeps imagining them watching him when he's jerking off--something he finds himself doing a lot these days. It would make him more awkward if he wasn't used to playing poker with his crew.
Tyrell is an annoying little shit, but he is strong. And shameless. Eoleo did not know muscular men were his type at all, always finding his eyes straying towards pretty people, people with slight builds. Tyrell has no problem unknowingly indulging his voyeurism, taking his shirt off in the sun and showing off his chest with it's perfect nipples that Eoleo can't help but picture pierced, his bulging arms, and his bright treasure trail that makes Eoleo's mouth water. He's even managed to see his dick once or twice. Thick and surrounded with orange, it drives Eoleo crazy with the thought of how it will taste... and smell. On a normal ship, bathing is not easy, and the water adepts change that only slightly when they're all concerned about monsters and healing. Eoleo is used to the smell more than the rest of them, but finds that the idea of Tyrell's sweat clinging to his balls and the crack of his ass is not unappealing, even if the shock of his own predisposition for such a thing is surprising.
Matthew never takes his clothes off, in stark contrast to Tyrell. The mystery of having one half of the equation is starting to drive Eoleo a bit crazy, and his dick a bit raw. That and he might be staring more than he should.
Still, picturing how Tyrell fucks Matthew is a solid pastime, right next to wondering if he could fuck Tyrell--after all, the strong guy fucks the weaker one--or maybe if he could get Tyrell to share Matthew? He can't picture Matthew moaning, but he does picture Matthew staring at him as he sinks onto his cock, Tyrell's cum leaking out of him. He wonders if he's bigger than Tyrell, and then he wonders what Matthew is packing, and then he wonders if either of them would even be interested in him anyway, as he's more rugged and hairy than either of them.
In short, by the time Himi joins their little brigade he's obsessed with two men and jerks off so much he's always a bit more rank than he'd like.
But not, apparently, more than Matthew.
He's just taking inventory in the bowels of the ship and is in the main as a door to a equipment closet opens. Matthew steps out, sees him, nods, business as usual, except Eoleo is staring at the rope in his hand. Then Eoleo looks up, past Matthew, right as the door closes.
Tyrell is tied up, hanging from the ceiling, rock hard, blindfolded, and seems to have a wax candle plugging his butt--one that is lit.
The door closes and Eoleo goes suddenly rock hard. His mind focuses on the thought that Tyrell... Tyrell might be the one taking it. Getting fucked. Tyrell who is physically powerful, who wouldn't let someone... dominate him.
Would he?
The idea is a bit world shattering, and a lot arousing, and he can not look at Matthew right now.
The boat rocks. He has half a second to curse Amiti for not supervising Himi learning to steer before he's thrown forward, bracing himself against the door, Matthew wedged uncomfortably close and his face practically buried in his underarm hair.
Eoleo meets Matthews eyes and freezes.
Matthew inhales, his eyes boring into Eoleo, pupils widening, his dick--now against Eoleo's thigh--pulses. Matthew lets a breath out of his mouth, the exhalation making Eoleo shiver, and inhales again, through his nose. Matthews dick pulses again and Eoleo find his own cock can, in fact, get harder.
Before he has time to contemplate anything else he finds himself shoved back, psynergy knocking him to his knees and then suddenly winding rope around his wrists, pinning them behind his back.
Open mouthed, he doesn't resist when Matthew drags him by his hair close enough to rub his clothed dick over his face.
"This psynergy is called Lash." Matthew says, something in his tone commanding. Eoleo looks up. Matthew stares down at him, lust and something darker in his eyes. "If you want to, I'm sure you can burn your way out of it." He grips Eoleo's hair and tugs him back. "Close your mouth." Eoleo does without thinking. Matthew smirks.
It's such a dark expression that Eoleo finds himself both shocked and aroused. To think that Matthew-
"Burn your clothes."
"What?"
Matthew slaps him. Hard. Eoleo should not be aroused by that.
"No talking unless I say so. Tyrell may have earplugs in, but if we do this it will be with whimpers as the only thing coming out of your mouth. Understood?"
Eoleo opens his mouth, then rethinks and shuts it, nodding instead. "Good, maybe next time I'll let you watch me fuck Tyrell if you're good. I know you'd like that, the way you watch us." Eoleo actually blushes at this. Matthew chuckles, then his expression turns hard. "Burn your clothes. I won't tell you again."
The clothes are not his usual armor, just some sleep clothes. Loosing this pair will be fine, except he will having nothing to wear back to his cabin. Matthew could leave him here naked if he wanted. Eoleo knows it's a way for Matthew to be in control. He doesn't know why, but the idea sends fire racing across his nerves. He concentrates and lets that fire out. Controlling it so it doesn't burn his hair or the ropes is tricky, but in the end he is on his knees, hard cock tick and dripping, completely vulnerably naked, in front of Matthew.
"Good," Matthew says, voice thick as he stares at Eoleo's bare body. "Stand up."
Eoleo does, and the rope moves, snaking it's way around his body and maneuvering him into--well--if Eoleo wasn't so hard he'd be pretty embarrassed. His hands and held up above his head, the rope latching onto a ceiling beam--something that makes Eoleo wonder how often Matthew comes down here--his body is crisscrossed with the rope in a diamond pattern that definitely emphasizes his large dick and pecs. Matthew gets more rope from somewhere and then his legs are being spread apart, feet still on the ground, so he's leaning back. His dick is on display, as are his balls. The first rope digs into his crack, rubbing over his hole, and he does whimper, his dick twitching. Matthew moves behind him, and the second and third ropes are suddenly pulling the first rope apart to frame his ass.
Matthew walks around him, his gaze defiling, before smiling. "Be right back. Don't. Move."
He goes into the closet, and Eoleo admits that having Tyrell see him like this is not unappealing but not what he wants. Not that he knows exactly what he does want. He has the feeling like he's in over his head.
And then he hears what can only be Tyrell moaning. It's loud. If he's this loud all the time, no wonder they'd do it down here. Or--and Eoleo feels himself get hotter at the ides--is he being loud because Matthew told him to be? For Eoleo? He has to refocus his eyes and is met with the sight of his dick literally dripping wet. The rope feels way too good and yet not enough and Eoleo clenches his ass, frustrated and dizzy, as Tyrell orgasms. Tyrell sounds like he's sobbing and Eoleo find his teeth clenched around a whine, fighting coming himself.
He does not want this to end so soon.
Matthew comes out without Tyrell, carrying a cloth. He looks Eoleo up and down, and Eoleo knows he's panting like he's in heat, his cock wetter that ever, and he's flushed too. Matthew walks over to him.
"Open your mouth." Eoleo realizes he's going to be gagged. Swallowing, he does as ordered, eyes widening when he sees the fabric.
It's a loin cloth and he can tell from the sweat marks that it's well used. It's also wet with Tyrell's load, which is placed in Eoleo's mouth. The bitter salty flavor is almost too much, and he fights his balls drawing up. Matthew manages to tie it so that part of it is covering his nose.
Eoleo inhales.
Eoleo shakes.
Tyrell must have worn this a lot without washing it to become this rank. Eoleo can't help but wonder if he was ordered to, by Matthew, thinking of how Matthew reacted to his own scent. To be honest, Eoleo can smell why.
It's rank, it's nasty, and it's Tyrell. He moans, eyes closed, hunching so his dick fucks the air.
Next thing he knows his legs are the thing in the air. He opens his eyes in alarm to find himself spread out, ass on display, pits on display, everything on display for Matthew.
And then, right as he thinks Matthew is going to do... SOMTEHING, Matthew doesn't. Instead, Matthew takes off Eoleo's Boots. His. Boots.
His feet aren't gross or anything, and he knows some guys are into that, but Matthew doesn't seems to be, he just seems to want him naked.
Matthew drops the second boot and then drops to his knees, staring up at Eoleo with challenge in his gaze.
Then he surges forward and buries his face in Eoleo's ass.
It's too much. Eoleo barely has time to think 'does he do this to tyrell?' before Tyrell's scent, the taste of his cum, the tensions of being bound, the feel of Matthews tongue, and the sudden arousing pain of his nipples being suddenly twisted--and then he's coming.
He passes out groaning and when he come back from seeing stars Matthew is naked, grinning at him, and leaning over to lick some of Eoleo's cum up. "I'm going to fuck you now." He says, in that matter-of-fact way he has, edged with something Eoleo thinks of as Conquer.
He didn't use oil, or his fingers, and although he feels Huge inside Eoleo knows he isn't. He also goes slow. It hurts, but by the time he's in all the way and using a cure, Eoleo is hard again.
Matthew leans over and bites a nipple and Eoleo thinks he just might like pain a lot more that he thought.
It's rough, and sweaty, and Matthew licks Eoleo's armpit in a way that should not feel as good as it does. Eoleo is never bathing again is all he has to do to get bent over like a wench is reach up and stretch when he's near Matthew.
Matthew bites and sucks his chest, leaving marks across his pecs to go with rope burn, and sniffs his pits. Whatever he's doing with his dick is nailing something inside of Eoleo head on and Eoleo realizes he moaning like he's a cheap whore.
Matthew growls, "Mine," and stares him in the eyes while driving his cock into him in such a way that Eoleo feels like he's somehow more naked then he is.
Matthew grins then, reaches up and pulls the gag down from his nose all while still fucking him, and then he reaches past--
Matthew's armpit stinks. It smells rank and heavy, and Eoleo arches up to bury his nose in it. And then Eoleo feels his ass clech around Matthew and he cums.
He feels Matthew's breath on his arm as Matthew's hips stutter into his, and then the heat and the orgasm get to him and he's dragged under.
A week later he find himself and Tyrell tied up again. This time to each other.