A dangerous dance of passion, and darkness. Pain, pleasure, and longing.
Tonight we were seeing a very different side to Kerry. This Kerry was rough, and foulmouthed and ruthless.
The whipping was a punishment, there was not supposed to be any pleasure in it. (Alex may have stayed in character, but his cock gave the game away by copiously leaking pre-cum throughout!)
Kerry’s movements were harsh and vicious, and it looked like he was using all of his strength to beat the shit out of Alex. In fact, he was very much in control.
The man’s an artist.
Alex stayed heroically stoic, strong, and silent for the first few lashes, but it was clearly costing him, and soon the grunts started.
The slapping sound of the whip against damp flesh, the flinching. To say I was turned on would be the mother of all understatements.
When Kerry moved to the front of Alex’s body the cursing and threats began. We all laughed heartily and jeered.
Then it deteriorated into cries of agony and despair as the full body beating continued. (Yes, he was exaggerating!)
Kerry subtlety turned the whip and laid seeping red strips across Alex’s back.
Then Alex screamed for real as Kerry did the same for his front and one of the shallow cuts was positioned right across his nipple.
My lips practically vibrated at the thought of kissing it better later that night.
Kerry turned the whip again and slowly laid four heavy blows against Alex’s throbbing cock and balls.
One, on cue Alex screamed.
Two, and screamed again, lifting himself off his feet by his bound wrists in an effort to escape.
Three, his body went limp and he struggled weakly.
Four, his head fell back, and his weight was now hanging on his wrists.
Kerry then completed the beating. We were making so much noise that it was not obvious to Master David that the blows were no longer landing hard.
Kerry looked as if he were putting in an equal amount of effort, but in fact he was merely using the strands to spread the small amount of blood around and make it look far worse than it was.
Alex, despite the fact he was meant to be unconscious, came hard all over the floor.
Then John called a halt and Kerry stepped back. I moved forward and cut through the rope, allowing Alex to swoon with dramatic flair to the ground.
We all laughed and joked, doing impressions of our unlucky crewmate and generally being assholes.
I can guarantee that at this point Master David was laughing so hard his stomach must have been aching, and he wasn’t thinking about anything apart from how much fun he was having.
He was starting to look a little tired though, and was quite breathless, so I moved things along. I rolled Alex limply onto his front, tied his wrists again behind his back and then threw a bucket of water over him.
He gasped, squealed, and coughed.
Struggling a little before he managed to get to his knees. Shaking his head to clear the dripping hair from his eyes, before sending me the filthiest of looks.
I had promised that the water would be lukewarm.
I lied.
It was, in fact, ice cold.
John and Chris grabbed him now and hauled him in front of the captain.
Alex just dragged air in through his teeth and glared at us all in turn.
“What will it be Alex?” Captain/Master David asked.
“Fuck you,” Alex rumbled and spat at his feet.
“OVERBOARD!” the captain yelled, and we all cheered riotously, dragging Alex to his feet, and wrapping rope tightly around his chest and stomach. Binding his arms to his body.
He alternated between defiant, angry, and frightened, (but managed to reassure me with a wink), as we manhandled him to the plank.
John helped Master David to a new seat, with a good view, and then pulled some sacking from a large screen.
Okay, 40-inch HD screens may not be 100% authentically piratey, but Master David needed to see what happened after Alex went into the pool. Sorry — sea.
Then John strode over to where Alex was gingerly balancing on the wood; taking with him a beautiful sword that he had borrowed for the occasion.
It was wildly out of place, and I suspected had once belonged to Master Shey’s grandfather.
Alex turned and looked pleadingly at us all, then down at the water.
“Please,” he begged, looking back at us with tears in his eyes. I swear his bottom lip trembled.
Should be on the stage, not designing computer security.
John raised the sword and sighted Alex down the length of it, “Jump.”
My eyes clashed with Alex’s and we both felt the wave of desire as my stomach briefly clenched and my cock practically bounced.
I had once said the same thing to him, in very similar circumstances. At this point we were re-living the moment when Alex gave himself to me, it made me giddy with memory and excitement.
He jumped.
I heard Master David gasp. I don’t think he thought it would happen, and we all turned to the screen.
We saw Alex fall, struggling through the water and then the view was blocked by some kind of obstruction.
Master David squinted at the screen and then to me. He was starting to look concerned, so I sent him a grin and nodded my head at the screen. He didn’t want to miss this.
As he looked back, the obstruction moved and re-focused into a dark tail.
A mermaid.
I glanced at Master David and enjoyed the look of absolute astonishment on his face.
Further past the camera, Alex was being laid, still struggling, across a small heap of debris.
Casey and Keira pushed him down as he kicked and struggled, but he was getting weaker and they were able to lift a heavy chain across his thighs, which effectively held him in place.
Casey then took his mouth and pulled him backwards, until all we could see was Alex from the ropes down. His waist and legs. Cock throbbing upwards as Keira licked him and feet starting to kick in a panicked motion.
I knew that both Casey and Alex had their mouthpieces safely in place now, and Keira was able to take discreet breaths whenever she turned her back to the camera.
But as Alex’s character kicked his last, he came into Keira’s mouth, and then his body went still.
Legs floating slightly, the body held in place by the chain.
Both mermaids appeared to poke and push at the body. Disappointed that they could get no further reaction. Then they both swam out of view.
I knew within five seconds they would be back with Alex, out of sight and monitoring his breathing, so I wasn’t worried.
We all gazed at the screen for a few moments, and then let out whoops and started hugging. We had pulled it off for Master David.
Then I glanced at him and quickly knelt by his feet. He was pale and shaking.
Master David,” I said, grabbing his hand and rubbing it, “he’s fine. Alex, he’s fine.”
He looked at me, then back at the screen, “Your slave?” he muttered.
“Is fine,” I said again.
John came over, “That was so much fun,” he said, then also knelt in front of Master David, “No one has come to any harm,” he reassured.
“Would you like to meet them?” I asked, and finally he smiled. Rubbing his hand over his chest.
“Yes, Oh Jesus you scared me, really he’s okay?”
“Hold on,” I said, and walked quickly to the control room. We had hidden it behind a fake panel.