I could hear him as he entered the dungeon. He was yelling about something that had gone wrong with the ship. We were on our way to the America's to bring supplies to the newly found settlement in Jamestown. I was a stow away who'd been accused of murder but escaped and hid in an empty whiskey barrel I found near the cargo when they were loading the boat.

It didn't take long for them to find me and give me a good beating. They threw me in prison and I'd been starving for weeks. I was on a diet of half eaten apple cores and moldy bread. My weight was low and though I had always been lean, I was much thinner then usual. My brown hair had grown long and my beard was untamed.

His footsteps drew closer and my heart pounded. He was the captain of the ship, a wealthy young man who inherited most if not all of what he had. He was motivated, adventurous, and ruthless, and I had heard rumors of his cruelty.

The Captain approached my cell and ran his fingers through his hair as examined the other prisoners. His shirt was dirty and wet from helping one of the crewmembers that had fallen overboard. He came down to the dungeon on occasion, but I had never spoken to him.

"Come with me." He said as he had one of the guards open my cell door.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Please don't kill me!"

"I'm not gonna kill you."

"Then what are you going to do to me?"

"Listen." The captain said as he walked closer to me. He lowered his voice as he continued to speak. "I have certain- needs. And a man such as yourself should be able to provide service."

"But what service could I possibly provide? I am the weakest I have ever been in my whole life. How could I possibly be of any use to you?"

"It is not your strength I seek." The captain said, as he looked me up and down.

"What do you mean?"

"I am a homosexual and you, young man, are just my type."

"Whoa sir, I am not gay!"

"I think I can make you believe otherwise."

I began to laugh at the situation. I thought there was no way in hell this guy was get me to do anything. "Yea fucking right!"

"Oh yeah? Hold his arms!" He said to the guards who ran over and held me in place. "How long has it been since you've slept with a woman?" He said as slowly crept towards me. "It appears to me, at least weeks. Since you came aboard."

"The truth is, it's been a while. But that doesn't change anything. You'll never get me to do anything for you."

The captain walked right up to my face and gazed into my eyes. He looked down at my body, which had began to sweat, and he slowly began to reach his hand down the cloth wrapped around my waist. His fingers touched all around my groin but he avoided touching my cock. He teased me as palms rubbed against my thigh and then up to my chest.

"I can make you hard in front of everyone in here." He said.

I was beginning to believe him. I had never had feelings for a man, but it been so long I'd been touched.

He ran his fingers through my pubic hair and I began to breath deeply. I could feel myself getting hard. I tried slowly it down, so he didn't think I liked too much, but as his hand slowly made its way to the base of my cock, I was fully aroused.

"Ah, I see you might be easier then I thought." He said as he continued to stock my cock and breath into my ear. I was rock hard and just as my dick began to throb he let go and pushed me to the ground.

"Get him cleaned up and have him meet me for dinner." He said to the guards. "And I'll see you tonight." He said to me as he walked away.

My dick was pulsating as he walked up the stairs and the guards began to drag me out of my cell.



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