Steamed Submission

"No more." Captain placed his flogger aside and got off the bed. "Come," he smirked. "You will serve me at dinner. I want to watch you serve me with that beautiful pink arse of yours."

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CHAPTER THREE

There lives a second, less than a second, a mere shimmer of time when the mind is without a home, no body to call its own.

Silas re-donned his tunic and hurried down to the kitchens to arrange for the Captain's dinner to be brought up to his rooms. He was to be dining with his Second in Command, Officer Dante, and Silas was eager to impress them both.

"Silas!"

Stepping out of the kitchens, Silas hurried across the main room of the Tavern, he kept his eyes low, not making eye contact with any of the patrons as he had been trained as a boy. Silas ascended the main staircase and walked down the hall to where another staircase led to the largest room in the Tavern. He looked down the hallway to where Mistress stood with her hands on her hips. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Where are you going, Silas?"

"I'm organising dinner for the Captain."

"And where is the Captain this evening?" Mistress Lavinia asked, the brass bracelets on her wrists jangling together as she closed the distance to Silas.

"He's dining with Officer Dante in the Officer's rooms."

"Do I need to send some serving girls?"

Silas shook his head. "No, Mistress. I will be serving this evening."

"Good." Mistress Lavinia stroked his hair gently. "Show the Captain a good evening, won't you?"

Silas nodded. "Yes, I will."

"Off you go then."

*

Officer Dante was a formal looking man. He clearly lived and breathed for the skies; he dressed in his full air uniform and still wore his brass goggles, pushed casually up onto his head, keeping his long brown hair away from his face as he ate.

Captain didn't eat much. He sat back in his chair and chatted to the officer about things Silas did not understand. When he wasn't talking, he was following Silas around the room with his dark eyes.

His gaze was almost tangible. Silas' cock was hard under his tunic, merely from serving under the Captain's watchful eyes.

Silas had just finished topping off the water goblets when he felt the Captain's hand land on his arse, pushing the plug he had inserted earlier into Silas just a little more.

Silas froze and his breath puffed out in a huff, his sphincter muscles tightened around the plug and as he spread his legs a little, hoping that the Captain would continue his games. He did.

"Please, sir," Silas begged.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Do you want to show Officer Dante how responsive you are?"

Silas groaned, so turned on by the idea. "Yes, Captain."

Captain pushed him down over the table, pulling his hips back until his butt was pushed out. The movement knocked over one of the water goblets and Silas watched helplessly as the liquid spread across the table cloth. "Captain, I'm sorry, I—"

"Spread your legs." Spilt water was clearly the last thing on the Captain's mind.

Silas quickly spread his legs.

"Oh, you have a nice arse," Captain murmured as he rubbed a hand over Silas' tight cheeks. "It was one of the first things I noticed about you. How pretty your little arse is. Doesn't he have a nice arse, Dante?"

"Very nice, yes. I see you've had your way with it before dinner."

"I couldn't resist playing a little."

Captain wiggled the plug and then his hand came down on Silas' arse, hard, stimulating his already raw skin. Silas clenched his hands and bit back a moan of sheer pleasure. Captain spanked him again and again, and every time his large hand landed, it shoved the plug deeper into his arse.

Captain stopped spanking and wiggled the plug around. Silas whimpered. His cock was pressed against the table, leaking against the wood.

"You like that, boy?" Captain whispered close to his ear.

Silas moaned his ascent. The spanks jiggled his arse, vibrating straight to his cock. Each hit burned a little more as his cheeks became red and inflamed. The Captain didn't hold back, his big, strong hand came down on the fleshiest part of his arse with little reprieve between each smack.

When his finger dragged along the seam of Silas' arse, he felt the tingles dance along his skin, warming his blood.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Captain."

Erasmus spread Silas' cheeks and blew against his puckered hole. His finger came next, trailing lightly along the rim of his anus. Silas breathed hard and fast, eager. He couldn't stop a whine when Captain gently manipulated the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in his willing hole.

Silas moaned as his balls drew up tight. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm, he took several deep breaths to stop himself from going over. It didn't help that Captain continued to spank his arse.

"Good boy," Captain praised him when he didn't come, gently rubbing his arse.

Silas swallowed. He was still breathing hard when Captain smacked him one last time. The Captain was going to be the death of him.

"He marks very well, Ivan."

"Yes, he does," Captain said. "Such a pretty red colour. Come here, Silas. I want you to face Dante and straddle my lap."

Silas sat and faced the second man as directed. He wasn't surprised by the look of utter lust on Dante's face. Silas had heard it in his voice.

"Spread your legs over mine."

Silas spread his legs until they hung on the outside of Captain's. His immense erection pressed against him right on the tip of the butt plug. The pressure pushed the plug further in, massaging Silas' prostate.

"Lean back and close your eyes," Captain ordered. "I want your hands around my neck."

Silas took one last look at the navigator watching him from the other side of the table then leaned back against Captain's chest and closed his eyes. He lifted his arms and looped them around Captain's neck. Captain's arms immediately came around him. Long fingers wrapped around Silas' cock.

"No coming, Silas, understand?" Captain said softly.

"Yes, Captain," Silas groaned as Captain stroked him. His heart beat rapidly. His breath moved quickly in and out of his lungs. He ran his tongue over his dry lips to moisten them. Captain continued manipulating Silas' cock, taking him just to the edge then easing off. A thumb moved across his tip, pressing down on the small slit. Other fingers moved to caress Silas' tight little sac causing him to whimper.

"Mmm, that's nice," Dante murmured.

Silas opened his eyes just enough to see through his lashes. Dante had his pants undone and his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he watched Captain stroking Silas.

The sight kicked Silas' arousal up several notches. A tingling at the base of his spine signaled his impending orgasm. Silas tried to hold it off. He didn't want to disappoint Captain, especially with his second in command watching.

Silas clutched Captain's neck. He didn't think he could go another moment without spilling. The tingle in his spine radiated outward, expanding his pleasure until every nerve ending burned.

"Captain," Silas begged. "Captain, please." He thrust his cock into Captain's hand. He couldn't stop. He had to come. Just as Silas was about to blow, Captain's hand squeezed the base of his cock, halting the orgasm in its tracks.

Silas moaned loudly, the pleasure and pain almost too much to bear. He was almost mindless with the sheer onslaught.

Captain sucked the lobe of Silas' ear into his mouth. "Let's go to my room, pet. Say goodnight to Officer Dante."

Panting, Silas climbed off Captain's lap and knelt to the Officer. "Goodnight, Officer Dante. Is there anything I can send for?"

Dante waved a hand. "Get out of here, both of you. You're giving me a fine case of blue balls."

Captain smirked at his second in command. "I'm sure you'll find someone to tend to your slight problem. Come Silas, we're leaving."

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CHAPTER FOUR

A true Master is so invested in his sub that he is actually in a way a slave himself. He is a slave to his overwhelming desire to protect his property at all costs.

"Take your tunic off."

They were barely back in the Captain's room, but Silas was already moving. Pulling his tunic over his head and hanging it neatly back on the hook.

"Undress me."

Silas bit his lip and approached the Captain. He wore so much clothing, so many layers. Breeches tucked into his boots. Three belts with various implements dangling from the buckles. A waistcoat over a long-sleeved shirt and that didn't even count the long trench coat or whatever else lay underneath the navy blue fabric.

Silas was sure that the leather clasps and waistcoat would have taken Captain seconds to shed if he were by himself. With Silas' help, it took forever. Silas was fascinated with the fabric; the texture, the scent, the taste of it. Determined to get the full leather experience, he nuzzled and licked at the clothing as it came off Captain's skin.

On his knees, Silas leant forward and nuzzled at Captain through the soft worn fabric of his breeches, rubbing his cheek against the line his cock created in his trousers, eager to show him what enthusiastic submission looked like.

Captain's hands tangled lightly in Silas' hair, and he spread his legs apart as Silas leaned in, mouthing at Captain's dick through his pants. Captain's cock twitched through it, as if waiting for his touch. Silas licked the fabric, dampening it before closing his mouth around the bulge and sucking it, material and all, into his mouth. Captain growled, his hands tugging Silas closer, his hips thrusting forward. Silas' cheeks hollowed as he sucked, the thin fabric wet enough to allow Captain's covered cock to slide in further.

Captain groaned harshly before his hands yanked Silas's head back. Silas sat back on his heels and bit his lip, he hesitated. "May I serve you, Captain?"

For a horrible moment, Silas thought Captain would say no. For some reason he didn't really understand, the idea that he didn't want his submission terrified him.

"Suck it," Captain answered.

Silas pressed a kiss to the material that covered the head before sitting back on his heels and undoing the buttons. The second Captain's cock was free, Silas reached up and wrapped a hand around the base. It was thick and hot and hard as granite. He peeled back the foreskin and leaned over to lick the head. Then moved further forward and slipped his lips over the tip, swirling his tongue around, tasting the sinfully sweet saltiness of the Captain.

"I said suck it, not play with it," Captain said.

Keen to avoid further punishment, Silas sucked the tip of the older man's cock into his mouth. Sealing his lips around the thick shaft, he began to dip his head lower over Captain's cock, taking him deeper with each movement.

Pulling back, Silas allowed the tip of Captain's cock to slip from between his lips for a moment. Licking his way down the shaft, he reached the other man's balls. Placing a kiss against them, he slowly started to explore them with his lips and tongue, sucking them into his mouth in turn and swirling his tongue around them, lapping up every trace of the Captain's taste he could find among the hairs.

Captain grunted and laid a hand on Silas' head, grabbing a handful of hair.

Silas returned to his cock and sucked him hard, deep, bobbing his head again and again, letting Captain's dick bump the back of his throat repeatedly. With his free hand, Silas reached up and cupped Captain's balls, lightly rolling and tugging them. In the soft gas lanterns, Captain's skin looked warm and tanned next to Silas' pale flesh. The contact only added to Silas' arousal and he grew more aggressive with the blowjob. He skimmed his teeth along the length of the Captain's cock, and then took him as deep as he could and swallowed several times. He tongued the slit and ridge, savoring the little moans coming from his Captain. His Captain — yes, it felt right.

"Enough." Using Silas' hair, Captain dragged his mouth away. "Stand up."

Silas whimpered his protest, but stood. As soon he was on his feet, the Captain lifted Silas and carried him over to the bed. The Captain was strong, Silas loved that. Knowing he could be overpowered against his will. He shivered.

On the mattress, Captain snapped one handcuff to Silas' wrist, then raising it over his head and threading the chain through the headboard, he quickly snapped the other into position.

"Spread your legs," Erasmus ordered as he crawled onto the bed. "Lift your hips. Show me how hard you are."

Silas' cock stiffened even more. He moaned, wrists straining against his cuffs as he lifted his hips wantonly for Erasmus's pleasure. His tongue darted over his lips.

A hand crept over his stomach, up to his chest. Fingers played with his nipple, then pinched it. "Do you like that?"

"Yes, Captain."

Captain bent down, his tongue licking over Silas' nipple, then biting, one hand carelessly moving over Silas' aching cock, just enough to taunt.

Then Captain's hands were everywhere. He stroked Silas' cock that was hard against his belly, and ran his other hand over Silas' back and sides. He moved his hands in circles, squeezing and kneading, before un-cuffing one of Silas' hands and urging him onto his stomach.

Watching over his shoulder, Silas saw Captain spread lube on his fingers. Working half on instinct and half on voyeurism, Silas arched his back a little, offering his backside to the Captain to use as he pleased.

Captain chuckled and eased the butt-plug out of Silas' hole, replacing it with a finger. "Eager boy."

Silas panted and arched even further against the intrusion. A spark of delight rushed through his body as the tip of his cock brushed against the mattress. Another wave of adrenaline chased after it, apparently inspired by nothing more than acting so shameless.

Strong fingers slid against his hole, smearing slickness against him. Dropping his head, Silas panted and concentrated on the peaks and swirls of pleasure shooting through him. The touch was firm and strong, circling the tight ring of muscle again and again, with increasing pressure behind each revolution.

Silas' hands clenched at the bedspread, arching his back farther as another finger slipped into his hole and found something that made Silas pant out a groan as sudden, unexpected bliss shot through him, harsh and almost painful in its perfection.

Silas' stomach muscles contracted when suddenly Captain gave Silas' butt cheek a hard slap. When he slapped the other cheek, Silas sighed with pleasure. Captain was neither hard nor soft with his ministrations; just right, just enough to arouse. He gave a few more slaps, and then teased his fingers back around Silas' anus.

Suddenly the fingers disappeared, and when Silas felt the spongy head of Captain's cock pressing in his head fell back. He moaned softly, rocking his arse up against Captain's cock.

"Do you want it? Do you want my cock, Silas?"

"Yes. Yes, Captain, please." Silas closed his eyes and relaxed every muscle of his body, letting himself be pushed down onto his stomach and trapped beneath his Captain's body.

Erasmus rocked his hips, slowly at first, as if determined to make sure Silas felt every single inch of the shaft buried inside him. Then faster, making him desperate for more friction, more speed, more everything. The bedding rubbed against his cock as he rocked in time with Captain's thrusts.

Silas pushed back against the larger man's body, trying to compliment his movements, eager to offer his Captain anything and everything he could. Silas squeezed his muscles around that big cock and experienced a surge of delight when Captain sucked in his breath.

Silas did it again and Captain slapped his arse.

Silas wailed in pleasure as Captain continued to thrust into him. Hard hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as Captain pounded into his tight sheath over and over again.

Silas groaned and thrust back against Captain, grinding his arse against the big man's pelvis. Sweat dripped down his face, dampened his hair, and made his grip on the bed covers precarious. Silas barely noticed any of it. His balls ached, his dick pulsed, and every nerve ending in his body sizzled from the onslaught of pleasure he was receiving.

Just when he thought that he couldn't take anymore, Captain stopped. Silas whimpered his protest but didn't actually try to stop him when he moved away.

"Roll over and sit up," he ordered. "I want to see your face as I fuck you."

Silas rushed into position, aroused to distraction and burning with curiosity for what other new sensations the Captain might wring from him. He leaned back against the pillows, and the Captain put another one under his hips, pushing his bent legs wide and his ankles back as far as they'd go. Silas flushed, the heat in his lower belly rising all the way to the roots of his hair. He felt so exposed this way, so vulnerable and open. He loved it.

Captain chuckled and re-slicked his cock, pushing in slowly and brushing over his prostate. Silas moaned in reply. He reached to touch his aching cock but stopped himself before he could. Captain Erasmus had not told him he could touch himself.

"Please, Captain!" he cried as Erasmus began to thrust harder with his hips.

Captain shoved his cock in one more time before pulling out and moving to straddle Silas' chest. "Open your mouth," he grunted.

Within seconds, he came. Semen landed on Silas' tongue and he parted his lips further as Captain stroked his cock, pumping hard and fast.

Salty liquid landed on Silas' tongue again. Some missed and fell on his lips. Silas left it there as he tilted his head back and let his Captain fill his mouth. His cock was the barest fraction of an inch from his lips. The tip brushed against his mouth as Captain's hips thrust forward, as if he wanted his cock buried inside his mouth just as much as Silas did.

Captain's hand worked ferociously along his length, jacking his erection as it spilt into Silas' mouth. Silas didn't know where to look—at the hand working so frantically to feed him or at the pleasure on Captain's face.

As the hand slowed, Silas stared up at his Captain's expression.

Spent, Captain collapsed back, releasing his grip on his cock. Silas closed his mouth, swallowing what he'd been given. He licked at his lips, where Captain's aim had been off. His tongue couldn't quite reach it all. He lifted his hand but Captain pushed it aside.

The Captain swiped some come up with his fingertips and offered it to Silas' lips. He slid his fingers into Silas' mouth and left them there while Silas rubbed his tongue across them, making sure they were clean.

He didn't get all of it. Silas was pretty sure that was because he wanted to go back for seconds. He was right. Captain repeated the process. Silas knew without a doubt that there was nothing on his fingers the last three times, but he cleaned them diligently anyway—pleased to please his master.

When Captain stopped feeding him and left the bed, walking across the room to the bathroom and disappearing from sight. Silas dropped his gaze. His breath was heaving in his chest; his cock still so hard it was almost painful.

He swallowed thickly and slid off the bed. His movements were stiff as he straightened the sheets with a couple of deft tugs and then knelt on the floor awaiting his next order. He was desperate to come; the need was so strong his hands were itching to wrap around his cock.

Footsteps announced the Captain's return to the main room. Silas nibbled at his lower lip, preparing himself for the possibility that the Captain could send him away without any relief.

"Do you want to come?"

Silas moaned and panted, almost mindless with the need, struggling to hold back from the edge, desperate to come. "Captain," he pleaded, "please Captain... please... may I..."