Hard Dicks and Swollen Balls at Sea

George’s Muscle Hole Gets its First Pounding

George opened his jaw as wide as he could, angled his neck, and took Dylan’s massive dick directly down his throat. Dylan grunted and grabbed George’s head with his massive hands, forcing George’s head down on the shaft as George began to writhe in agony for air. Dylan let go and George thrust up for air, a slimy strand of precum still connecting his mouth to Dylan’s massive tool.

Dylan was the ship’s captain, a massively built, muscular, 40-something man with the longest and girthiest cock George had ever seen. And that was saying something because George himself had a truly massive dick, but not as big as Dylan’s. George was the ship’s newest recruit, though it had been three months now at sea en route to Australia from England with a cargo load full of prisoners. George was a young runaway, muscular, cut like a Greek god, with golden locks.

Dylan stared at George lustfully and stroked his beer-can thick dick. George had been swallowing Dylan’s load daily around lunchtime, though Dylan was still breeding George’s friend Josh—the ship’s cumdump—nightly. Dylan had an insatiable sex drive. Which makes sense with his massive balls—Dylan absolutely overwhelms George every time he comes, there’s just too much thick white semen to be able to swallow.

George came down to suck on Dylan’s tits, protruding from the thick hair pecs bulging from his unbuttoned shirt. Dylan moaned in ecstasy, and reached around to trace the outline of George’s hole through his pants.

“I’m going to have to breed that hole soon boy,” Dylan said gruffly, working George’s slit through the fabric.

“It’s all yours Captain.”

Dylan grabbed George’s face and brought his mouth back down to his cock. George, as always, struggled to get the massive dick head in his mouth, but found the capacity to work through the pain, and suddenly the dickhead was resting far down his throat, his throat expanding with muscle memory, used to the beating by now.

As Dylan face fucked George, he raspily said, “Tommorrow night boy. Don’t come by to service me for lunch. Instead in the evening, prep your hole for a beating.”

George moaned in agreement.

“Good boy.” Dylan said, as he picked up the pace of face fucking George. “I’m going to pump my seed down a new hole, make you truly mine. This has all been prep work leading up to this moment, me cunting you down. Now swallow this load for the last time, my boy.”

Dylan thrusted with unusual force, slamming his shaft to the hilt against Geroge’s chin, his pulsing balls slapping against George’s Adam’s apple as he unleashed a truly massive and thick load directly down George’s throat. George’s throat was overloaded by the deluge of thick cum, and he pulled his head back as frothy sperm shot out of the sides of the massive dick in his mouth. George fell to the floor, alternating between trying to swallow down the massive thick load and coughing it up. Dylan shook his semi-flaccid dick over George, sending strands of giz and saliva onto the muscled lad on the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sailor.”

* * *

That evening, George sought out Josh to get tips for preparing for the Captain’s dick. Josh was the right one to ask for help–he had been taking the captain’s dick–and most of the other dicks on the ship–nightly since George joined the crew. But before he could chat, George had to wait for Josh to get through his nightly whoring. George lay in his hammock, listening to the slapping and moaning noises coming from Josh’s alcove, as he had every night since he came aboard. Almost every man on the crew had fucked Josh–only the most God-obsessed stayed away from Josh’s alcove. Some regulars, like the Captain, fucked him almost nightly. Others only came for his services when they were desperate to unload. George had become one of the regulars. He usually waited to fuck Josh until after the Captain had, because he liked smelling the Captain’s load frothing from Josh’s hole as he churned his loads–George was intimately aware of its fragrance of the Captain’s seed as he had been swallowing it daily for lunch. He cherished it. But this night the captain didn’t walk by his hammock on his way to Josh’s. Maybe he was saving up his load for George? The thought made George’s cock pirk up even more.

As the last happy sailor of the night exited Josh’s alcove, George roused himself and walked over to Josh. Lifting the curtain, George was hit by the smell of churned loads. Beautiful, lean and cut Josh lay on his back with his legs up, his delicious pink asshole blown open and glazed. Josh was about George’s age, but was considerably less muscular. And only bottomed.

“Hi love,” Josh smiled at George, his piercing hazel eyes staring directly into George’s cold, blue eyes.

Josh smiled.

“Your hole is looking delicious tonight.”

“Give it a taste.” Josh pleaded, cocking his eyebrow. Josh pushed his hole open just a bit, the puffy lips opening briefly to show a fleshy pink interior, and a glob of semen came trickling out and landed on the floor.

George dropped to his knees and lapped up the semen from Josh’s tender slit, pushing the fragrant lips open with his tongue to get at the sweet nectar deep in Josh’s hole. The Captain’s load wasn’t in here, but George still loved the taste of all that sailor cum mixed with his favorite hole. Josh moaned in pleasure, and pushed out, opening the slit further and, with a gurgling noise, dumping the night’s loads into Geroge’s eager mouth. Holding several sailor’s loads in his mouth, George got up and hovered over Josh’s square-jawed face, spitting the felched loads into Josh’s eager open mouth. Josh swallowed eagerly. 

George dropped his trousers, exposing the second biggest dick on the ship. Almost as long as the Captain’s 11-incher, but not nearly as thick, with a slight crooked tilt up halfway along the shaft that allowed his sizable dickhead to wallop the prostate of any bottom.

“Let me taste you,” Josh beckoned. Josh sucked up the precum off of George’s beautiful dick head, then slowly worked his shaft up and down in his mouth. George moaned in ecstasy, as he began thrusting his dick further and further down Josh’s throat, until he was forcefully fucking his throat. Josh’s mouth became foamy as he gagged, and George pulled out, walking over to his inviting pussy, and slammed it in to the hilt. Josh’s pussy let out a wet noise as the remainder of the night’s loads seeped out around George’s dick. George pummeled him with his 11-inches, holding on to the hammock to keep Josh stable. Josh, as usual, was moaning in ecstasy as his prostate was walloped. Josh’s erect dick was oozing precum, and as George slammed his dick in one last time, erupting inside Josh’s cunt, Josh’s dick also exploded a load over his face and the wall behind him.

George arched down to kiss Josh, lapping up the sweet semen from his face, and tasting the night’s loads still in Josh’s mouth. He was really starting to get feelings for this kid.

“Can you help me clean out tomorrow, the Captain wants to fuck me tomorrow night.”

Josh smirked, and George wondered if he didn’t detect a hint of jealousy.

“Anything for you my love.”

* * *

The next evening, George contemplated his time on the ship as he walked nervously to the Captain’s quarters. He had come aboard with an inkling that he was attracted to men, but other than some drunken jerk-offs, had never acted on them. Since then, he’d discovered a deep lust for Josh’s tender and juicy hole, and a burning desire to please the Captain and his godlike cock and gain his seed. From the moment he saw the hulking, muscular man–and observed his bulging breaches–George knew he was meant to take his load deep in his guts. His lunchtime draining of the Captain’s fat cock had become his daily highlight. The taste of Dylan’s load was something he savored in the back of his throat every evening. Sometimes he had even saved some in his mouth surreptitiously, and later rubbed it over and into his hole. And now he was about to take that seed deep inside of him for real–to be made the bitch he knew was his calling. George stood in front of the Captain's door, his hole quivering. He opened it.

As the door opened, George locked eyes with Dylan, standing right in front of him, his breaches as tight as ever around the groin. The door continued to swing open, and George startled as a dozen other men were revealed, standing along the right side of the Captain’s quarters. George froze–he didn’t recognize these men, they weren’t crew. They all stared at him with intense, burning eyes and they were shackled about their ankles. And on the left side of the chamber, were two crew members holding muskets–Jerry and Bob, part of the prison guard that spent most of their time below deck with the cargo (and frequent late-night visitors of Josh’s). These were prisoners from below deck–members of the cargo they were transporting to Australia.

“Don’t be afraid, my boy, come in.” The Captain beckoned.

James shuffled in hesitantly, and closed the door behind him.

The Captain turned to the dozen men lined up against the wall.

“Future residents of Australia. You are the most upstanding of the prisoners below deck. When you came aboard, I told you I would reward good behavior by letting you breed a virgin. Do not be fooled by this man’s height, muscles, or,” and he laughed at this point, “his rather large member, this man has a virgin slit eager to be bred. I’ve inspected it, but haven’t used it–no one has. Is that true, sailor?” The Captain directed the question to George.

George was crestfallen, devastated. He didn’t speak, just stared at George with disappointed eyes. A pregnant pause fell on the quarters. Dylan cocked his eyebrow at George, but George remained silent.

“I think the maiden needs some encouragement,” the Captain said, to some chuckles from the assembled men.

The Captain walked up to George, his bulging member catching George’s eye–it had to be at least semi hard to be pushing against his breaches so hard. Dylan walked right up to George, and George took in his pungent, manly odor. George could feel the massive cock he wanted so badly inside him push against his thigh.

“Why are you doing this,” George stammered in a whisper.

“My lad,” the Captain whispered back, and traced George’s ear tenderly. “I don’t like virgin hole, I like my hole sloppy–why do you think I visit Josh so late in the night?”

George had never heard the Captain–usually quite gruff–speak so sweetly. The Captain took George’s hand and brought it to his beer-can thick dick head, pressing against his breaches.

“I promise you you’ll get what you want after these men do too. You’ll be doing the ship a service–keeping the ship’s cargo happy, and her Captain.”

George stammered. He looked over to the wall of the prisoners. They looked like they had been bathed, despite their ragged clothing. He noticed some of them were stroking themselves and had bulges against their rags. George felt just the teeniest twinge of desire, wondering what their cocks looked like, how big their swollen balls must be.

The Captain noticed George’s gaze.

“These men will ready your hole for me. What you’re about to experience is an honor only the Captain’s favorites ever do. You should be honored. I’ll help you through it, follow me to the bed.”

George pulled away.

“Is it true you’re a virgin my lad, that no man has ever fucked your maiden hole?” He asked loudly, once again.

“It is true I am a virgin, no man has …fucked my hole.” George stated, eyes locked with Dylan. He heard one of the prisoners groan in anticipation.

“Follow me.”

George nodded hesitantly. The Captain walked to the large, four-poster bed–the only actual bed in the ship.

“Strip.” The Captain said curtly.

George hesitated. The Captain unbuttoned his breach’s, and his cock leapt out. One of the prisoners gasped–even semi-flaccid, his cock looked like an arm–thicker than an arm even.

George stared longingly, and undressed. As he bent over to shuck his breaches, one of the prisoners behind him whistled. George now stood stark naked, all of the prisoners staring at his beautiful pale muscled enormous hairless ass.

The Captain got on the bed, on his knees at the front of the bed.

“Come up on all fours, boy.”

As bait, the Captain gave his dick a wiggle, sending a stream of precum flying through the air.

George licked his lips, and crawled onto the bed on all fours, parting his muscular ass and exposing his tender, pink slit to the prisoners. George scooped the dick he longed for so much into his mouth–pulling his jaw open as hard as he could to allow the dickhead to pass by his teeth.

“Slowly my boy, you want my nut in your pussy at the end, right?”

George shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes in bliss–he loved the taste of the Captain’s pre-cum. As George slowly pushed the massive cock-head to the back of his throat and back, he felt cold oil drop onto his ass. Dylan worked the oil around George’s hole, and pushed a finger in, making George gasp.

“He’s tight and ready.” George said to the prisoners. “Guards, bring over the first of our upstanding guests.”

George could hear the guards walking over to the prisoners, and could hear the unshackling of chains. George was terrified, but continued to keep his eyes closed, and focused on slowly throat fucking his Captain–he knew from experience what rythym to go at to keep the Captain in pleasure but not bring him to a boil. George felt a weight on the bed behind him–his first prisoner. He felt a finger trace his hole, surprisingly tenderly. And then he felt a cock slapping on his cheeks–it wasn’t large but was very, very hard. George then felt a pressure on his hole. The prisoner was trying to enter him. He panicked slightly and clinched, but the prisoner pushed harder, and his dick popped into George’s insides with surprising force. George’s body was sent into a shock, and he gagged on the Captain’s dick hard, sending a saliva and precum slurry out the sides of his mouth. The sailor moaned. George pulled the Captain’s dick out of mouth and gasped as the dick inside him pulled all the way out and then slammed back inside him. George instinctively beared down on the foreign object inside him–his body in shock never having been dicked down.

The Captain’s large hands guided George’s head back to his massive tool. George desperately popped the dickhead back into his mouth, as the man behind him started jackhammering his hole. As Geroge focused on the dick on his mouth, the searing pain subsided. And, indeed, as the thrusts inside him quickened, a strange pressure inside him started to morph into a pleasurable feeling. George focussed on that pleasurable pressure, and he felt his asshole loosening. This elicited a moan from the unseen man behind him, and George suddenly felt an intense warmth inside him as the sailor came inside his hole; George could feel his dick twitching. The man on him collapsed on top of him, kissing his back.

“Good man,” George said. “Guards–bring the next lucky prisoner.”

The man on top of him clutched George’s body–he could feel a coarse hand tracing George’s cut chest and washboard abs, and felt more kisses on his back.

One of the guards pulled the man off him, and George felt a shock as the dick was pulled out of his hole. His hole quivered and pulsed reacting to the loss. But George focussed on what he had gained–another man’s seed inside him. He had finally become a fairy–he couldn’t help but think, especially as he slowly throat fucked this enormous cock, that his whole life had built up to this moment.

George felt shifting weight on the bed, and heard the man behind him mutter, “nice pussy.” George felt the man behind him pull apart his muscled cheeks, and felt a tongue on his hole. He moaned in pleasure. He had never felt a tongue to his hole–it was an incredible sensation. His hole loosed and he could feel fluid trickle out of him. The man pulled back. “Look at that semen pulse out of that virgin cunt. Not a virgin anymore!” The prisoner chuckled. George felt a dickhead probe his hole–this one felt bigger than the one before. It slowly parted his lips, easier than the last time, and then was at the hilt. George gasped.

“Nice tight pussy,” the man behind him groaned, as he started fucking George. This time there wasn’t any pain at all, and George could feel his dick start to grow as his pussy was pummeled. After this man shot his load inside him, George found himself looking forward to the next dick.

And so the men kept coming. George marveled as it was happening at how different every fuck was. Every dick felt so different. The dicks that weren’t huge hit his G-spot and made his dick grow hard. The bigger ones deflated his dick but he found that if he focused on being stretched out, on feeling the balls slap against his, on being a pussy boy, he would get a pleasure far beyond that from the direct pleasure of his G-spot being hit. He found himself liking these dicks the most–the ones that made him feel truly being dicked down like the fairy slut he was meant to be, the ones that slammed against him relentlessly and made his whole body quiver. As the dicks progressed George felt his pussy getting fuller and fuller with semen. These prisoners had enormous loads. And towards the last few men, his hole started to make the same wet sloppy noises that he knew too well from loading up Josh.

By the time the last prisoner came deep in George’s hole, he was in a trance, slowly sucking on his captain’s dick, in heaven as the final dick was pulled from his gaping hole, which now looked more like a well-used slit than the virgin hole he had just a half hour ago.

“Guards, it’s your turn.”

This surprised George, and he pulled the Captain’s massive tool out of his mouth. Somehow the thought of taking anonymous prisoner dick was one thing, but he knew these men. Not very well–and mostly from small talk as they waited in line to fuck Josh, but they were crew nonetheless. But before George could protest he felt a shifting weight on the bed and heard a belt buckle unsnap. He looked over to see Bob with his long pencil dick in hand.

“Hiya George,” Bob smiled, as he thrust his dick into George’s ridiculously sloppy hole. George moaned in pleasure. Bob’s long dick felt good. Bob began fucking George vigorously, and the Captain began slapping his dick against George’s face again, demanding attention. Bob came with a howl which George recognized hearing from Josh’s alcove, and quickly pulled out. 

Jerry came lumbering up to the bed–he was a bit heavy-set, but had a massive dick, and some of the hugest balls George had ever seen. Jerry traced his dick head around George’s puffy, wet protruding pussy lips, then thrust all the way in, eliciting a gasp from George. He fucked his crewmate hard, his huge balls slapping violently against George’s, until he came deeply inside George, causing semen to slurp out the sides of his dick. Geroge could feel semen running down his muscular thigh, and he pulled the Captain’s dick out of his mouth and stared up into the man of his dreams’ eyes.

“Good boy.” The captain–twice his age and size–smiled at George.

“Gentlemen,” the Captain addressed the prisoners, as Jerry got dressed, “Continue to set an example to the men below deck, and I will continue to share this pussy with you, as an infrequent reward.” The Captain looked down at George, who only smiled. “Now, guards, take these men back down and see that they get some rest.”

The men shuffled out as George’s heart fluttered. The Captain gave George’s face one more slap with his now extremely well-marinated cock, then got off the bed and walked to George’s rear. He whistled. George’s pink hole had been transformed into a cum-soaked, purple, puffy vertical slit.

“I wish you could see this lad, it’s beautiful.” The Captain gasped. “I’ve never seen a lad as beautiful as you. The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew I’d make you my pussy boy–in spite of your height, muscles, and ahem, generous endowment,” the Captain chuckled and tugged on George’s huge, semi-flaccid dangling cock. The Captain scooped up some of the semen from George’s hole and leg and applied it to his beer-can thick cock. He cupped his hand below George’s hole.

“Push my lad–not too hard, just a bit.”

George pushed slightly, and his puffy hole opened exposing pink chute awash in white, some of which poured into the Captain’s hand. The Captain applied it to his dick. 

“Now arch your back and bring your head up.”

George complied.

“That’s the faggot’s pose. Good boy. Now open up that pussy for me.”

George pushed slightly, and he could feel his hole opening.

“Good boy.”

George aimed his thick dickhead at the gaping hole, and then thrust all girthy 11 inches in mercilessly. George screamed–this dick was orders of magnitude bigger than anything he had just taken, and his bowels burned as 14 loads were pushed deeper into his intestines than he thought possible.

“Head up and arch your back.” Dylan commanded, his massive balls resting against George’s.

George hadn’t realized he had brought his head down in pain. He raised it again and arched his back, and he felt his chute align better, allowing the dick to go even deeper inside of him.

Dylan grabbed George’s golden locks.

“Keep this position, be a hole for your captain.”

The Captain pulled all the way out, and as semen rushed out of the recoiling prolapsed hole, he pushed all the way back in, George’s hole making a wet popping sound. The Captain repeated this several times, as George’s agonized cries transitioned into moans and his pussy popped loudly. The captain began rutting his sailor violently. As the strokes quickened, George’s semi-flaccid dick got softer and softer, until it was as small as it could ever get given he packed an impressive 10 inches hard. George could feel his flaccid dick flopping violently as he was fucked, and began to think of it as a clit. This sent shockwaves of pleasure up and down his spine, and he finally began to open up to the biggest dick he’d ever seen.

“That’s right, open up that pussy for your Captain.”

Dylan was jack-hammering George, and George began to feel a pressure build up inside him that quickly mounted into something he had never experienced–an anal orgasm. He shuddered in pleasure as his whole body involuntarily beared down on the dick inside him, the hardest he’d ever born down–with every ounce of his strength. Semen erupted from the sides of his stretched pussy, as most of the 14 loads from deep in his cunt sprayed in all directions, splattering the Captain’s muscular body and face in well-churned semen.

“You dirty little slut,” the Captain sneered, and pushed George down flat on his stomach, and brought his legs together. The Captain parted George’s now clenched cheeks with his massive dick, and thrust all the way in. With all of the Captain’s weight now on George’s body, George could feel the dick going deeper than ever before. And as the Captain slammed his body weight repeatedly onto Geore, he felt another anal orgasm coming on. He suddenly and violently bore down once again, screaming at the top of his lungs.

The Captain howled in pleasure, as his dick exploded deep inside George’s tight pussy. George continued to be rocked by anal orgasms, and semen was expeled out of the sides of his stretched hole. The Captain moaned for minutes, his dick continuing to pulse in the quivering tight hole. “Damnit boy I wanted to fuck you for longer,” he laughed, “But this slit is too good.” As George’s anal orgasm subside and his chute’s death grip on the Captain’s meat loosened, the Captain slowly pulled his massive member out of George. This sent a flood of semen out of George’s hole, some of which the Captain was able to capture in his cupped hands.

“Get on your back, sailor.” 

George complied, and the Captain brought the cupped hand to George’s mouth.

“Open wide my boy.”

George opened his mouth for his Captain, staring into his steely blue eyes. Two cupped hands worth of frothy semen–remnants of the 14 loads shot into his pussy, went into his mouth. The taste was incredible, tangy, repulsive, but also tasted like sucess–sucess that George had reached his life’s purpose.

Now clean my dick.

The Captain brought his still rock-hard, dripping dick to George’s face. George began sucking on it, and his dick–which had been turned into a clit by the captain, began to engorge once again.

“That’s right, I know what gets a sailor hard.” The Captain chuckled. “Play with yourself, get yourself off.”

George nudded, and as he deepthroated the Captain, he began to jerk himself. The Captain reached under him, and sent two hooked fingers into George’s hole. Before Geroge was even fully hard, he erupted with an orgasm with such force that it shot thick cum all over his face and the Captain’s torso.

The Captain removed his fingers from George’s pusy, and pulled his dick out of George’s mouth. He put his fingers into Geroge’s mouth to clean them, reaching all the way back to Geroge’s throat. George didn’t even gag.

The Captain leaned over and tenderly kissed George–George had never seen the captain kiss anyone.

“I think I’m falling for you, sailor.” The Captain said, tenderly.

George smiled, as he felt a warmth radiate from his heart.

The Captain smirked.

“You’ve made a mess of my bed, sailor.”

George smiled.

The Captain’s face grew serious, and he cocked his eyebrow.

“My bed, sailor.”

George realized the fun was over.

“Yes, Captain, I’ll change the linens.”

The Captain cast his gaze to the semen dangling from the wooden beams of the four-poster frame–-shot out of George’s no-longer virgin slit.

George smiled. “And I’ll wash the bed.”

The Captain smiled. “That’s my good sailor.”