"I'm so fucking bored," Lenn complained, tossing a small carved figure between his hands. "Same shit every night."
Several men grunted in agreement. A sailor with a patchy beard played a tuneless melody on a harmonica in the corner, irritating everyone within earshot.
Gilo sat up from his hammock, a sly look crossing his face. His eyes swept the room before landing on Ress, who sat quietly nearby. "We could have some entertainment," he suggested, voice rising with excitement. "What do you say, Ress? Feel like being our star tonight?"
Ress looked up and smiled. "What kind of star?"
Emil watched, needle paused mid-stitch. He thought about Amari again, how he'd definitely step in right now if he were here. Amari wouldn't let them use Ress like entertainment.
Gilo jumped up with a theatrical flourish. "Gentlemen," he announced, commanding everyone's attention. "I propose a game. Winner takes all."
"What kind of game?" someone called out.
Gilo's smile widened. "The kind that shows who can last longest."
He walked to Ress and pulled him to his feet. Ress followed easily as Gilo positioned him in the center of the floor. About ten sailors formed a circle around him, suddenly interested.
"Our sweet Ress will help demonstrate," Gilo announced, hands on Ress's shoulders. "Won't you, Ress?"
Ress nodded. His smile seemed genuine enough, though Emil noticed something off about his eyes.
"The rules are simple," Gilo continued, walking around Ress like a showman.
"Everyone stands in the circle with your dicks out. Jerk off while looking at our pretty Ress here. When you can't hold back anymore, step forward and finish on him. Last man standing wins the prize."
"The last man gets to fuck our boy properly while the rest of us watch," Gilo explained. "That's the game."
"What about Ress?" Lenn asked, already flushed with excitement. "Does he do anything?"
"He kneels and looks pretty," Gilo replied with a dismissive wave. "He takes what we give him."
"Anyone not playing, step back now," Gilo called. "Everyone else, form the circle tight. Dicks out."
The group shifted as men positioned themselves around Ress. Hands moved to belts and waistbands as pants were loosened or pushed down. Within moments, ten sailors stood in a circle with Ress kneeling at the center.
Emil remained at the edge, watching. His dick started to harden despite himself. Talek appeared beside him, standing close but not touching.
"Begin," Gilo commanded.
Hands began to move, skin slapping against skin. The sailors watched Ress intently - some with hungry eyes, others with concentration as they tried to pace themselves. Emil noticed the variety of cocks surrounding Ress - thick ones, long ones, some curved, others straight. Lenn's was thin and pink, while Reed's was thick and had an angry purple head. Silas's cock wasn't particularly large, but his balls hung low and heavy, swinging with each stroke.
"Keep going, boys!" Gilo encouraged, his small balls tight against his body as he stroked. "Show us what you've got!"
"Bet you can't last two minutes, Lenn," Reed taunted, stroking his thick cock with a tight grip.
"Fuck you," Lenn replied with a grin, his hand slowing deliberately. "I'll outlast all of you."
Ress knelt in the center, arms at his sides. At first, he looked up at the men around him, occasionally making eye contact. But as the minutes passed, Emil noticed a change. Ress's eyes became unfocused, his smile fixed but empty. Though his body remained present, something in his expression suggested his mind had gone elsewhere.
"First one to finish buys drinks next port!" Gilo added, his own hand moving steadily.
Emil's dick was fully hard now. He couldn't look away. Part of him wanted to be in that circle, another part wanted to be Ress - the center of all that attention. He felt guilty for these thoughts, especially seeing how Ress seemed to disconnect more with each passing minute.
Talek stood beside Emil, not participating. "This is why you need to be careful around them," he said quietly. "Not everyone's a gentleman like me."
The first man to finish was Maddox, a quiet sailor with a weathered face. He took small steps forward, his pants pooled around his ankles, one hand holding his cock steady. Without a word, he shot his load across Ress's right cheek and mouth, his face barely changing expression as he came. Emil noticed how thin and watery his cum looked, almost transparent. He tucked himself away and stepped back into the shadows.
"Man of few words, our Maddox," Gilo laughed. "Next?"
Lenn was next, despite his boasting. The young sailor couldn't hold back. He stumbled forward with tiny shuffling steps, pants bunched around his knees limiting his movement. As he approached Ress, Gilo's eyes drifted to Lenn's small, tight ass, lingering there with obvious appreciation. Lenn came across Ress's shoulder and neck with a stifled moan, his cum shooting in quick, energetic spurts.
"Sorry," he whispered, face red.
"Look at the boy apologizing to the cum-catcher!" someone called, causing laughter.
Reed stepped forward next, his thick cock purple with blood. "I'm close," he growled, but instead of just finishing on Ress, he grabbed the back of Ress's head and shoved his cock into Ress's mouth. "Gonna use that throat."
Emil tensed at the sight, remembering how Reed had threatened him similarly when he first arrived on the ship. The memory sent an uncomfortable chill through him.
Ress's eyes widened slightly as Reed thrust deep, the head of his cock visibly bulging in Ress's throat. Reed's coarse pubic hair pressed against Ress's nose as he held him there, groaning. When Ress tried to breathe, Reed pinched his nose shut, forcing Ress to open his throat wider. Tears formed at the corners of Ress's eyes as he gagged and choked around the intrusion.
"Fuck yeah, take it," Reed grunted, thrusting deeper. When he finally pulled back, Ress gasped for air, coughing as strings of saliva connected his lips to Reed's cock.
"Hey!" Gilo shouted. "Those aren't the rules! You only get to finish on him, not in him!"
Reed ignored him, stroking himself quickly, finishing with several thick ropes of cum across Ress's face. "Fuck your rules," he said, tucking himself away.
"Cheater," Gilo said, glaring at Reed. "You're disqualified from the next game."
"Not fair," Reed complained. "Everyone knows throat-fucking isn't the same as fucking his ass."
"Calm down, everyone," Gilo declared, stepping between them. "We're all here to have fun."
Tareek stepped forward and shoved Reed with one massive hand. "Reed cheat. Reed go."
Reed stumbled backward, nearly falling. He glared at Tareek but didn't challenge the giant. "Fine," he muttered, moving away from the circle.
One by one, men reached their limit. Each stepped forward to mark Ress with their load before backing away. Some aimed for specific spots, others just shot wherever. Throughout it all, Ress remained kneeling, his face increasingly blank as cum covered his skin. It dripped from his chin and soaked into his hair, making it stick in clumps.
Silas, the older explosives expert, approached his finish with measured strokes. For a man who claimed to prefer women, Emil noticed, he seemed awfully enthusiastic about stroking himself over a boy. His weathered hand moved steadily along his shaft while his heavy balls swung beneath. When close, he stepped forward with short, shuffling steps, his pants around his ankles. He placed his free hand lightly on Ress's hair. His face contorted and he let out a surprisingly deep, powerful groan that seemed to come from his very core. His release splashed across Ress's already covered shoulder and neck, more copious than most would expect from a man his age. Afterward, he gave Ress's shoulder a gentle pat.
"You're doing well, boy," he said quietly before stepping back.
Gilo made a show of his turn. When close to finishing, he moved directly in front of Ress, taking mincing steps with his pants around his ankles. "Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me."
Ress obeyed, lifting his vacant gaze. The moment their eyes met, Gilo shot his load, deliberately aiming for Ress's left eye. The direct hit caused Ress to flinch, his eye squeezing shut immediately as the white fluid dripped down his cheek.
"Bulls-eye!" Gilo laughed, tucking himself away. "That's going to sting!" He took an exaggerated bow as the others laughed and applauded.
"What a fucking asshole," Lenn muttered, though he was grinning.
Soon only First Mate Marlen and Tareek remained. Marlen stroked with mechanical precision, his scarred face expressionless. His cock was long but not particularly thick, and he worked it with efficient, almost boring movements. Tareek's massive hand worked his enormous cock with childlike enthusiasm, his simple face showing every sensation.
"Look at the giant," someone commented. "Built like a horse everywhere."
Tareek grinned. "Tareek strong. Tareek win."
Marlen's control finally broke. His breathing quickened, and with a curse, he stepped forward, shuffling awkwardly with his pants binding his ankles.
"Look at me," he ordered Ress.
Ress raised his face, his left eye still half-closed and red. Marlen shot his load across his already covered features in neat, controlled spurts. Without a word, he stepped back, pulling up his pants immediately as if embarrassed by his participation.
Only Tareek remained. The giant sailor continued jerking off with renewed vigor. His cock stood impressively in his massive hand, thick as Ress's forearm and nearly as long. Veins pulsed along its length like ropes under the skin. His balls were proportional to his size - huge, heavy orbs that bounced with each stroke. His simple face split in a wide grin.
"Tareek win," he announced proudly. "Tareek get prize."
"The champion!" Gilo proclaimed, clapping Tareek on his massive shoulder. "The prize is yours, big man. Have at him however you want."
Several men who had finished earlier were getting hard again watching. Two or three had lost interest and wandered off, but most remained, forming a looser circle around the scene. Emil noticed Reed had returned to the edge of the group, already stroking himself again as he watched.
Tareek reached down and grabbed Ress by the waist, lifting him effortlessly. Ress's slender body looked like a little boy's against Tareek's massive frame, his legs dangling helplessly.
"Look how tiny he is," Lenn commented, eyes wide. "Like a doll."
Tareek sat down on a crate and held Ress facing away from him. His huge hands completely circled Ress's narrow waist. Ress's face, chest, and hair were thoroughly covered in cum from ten men - some spots already drying to a crusty white, others still wet and dripping.
"Too big," someone whispered. "He'll split him open."
Tareek positioned Ress above his cock. One massive hand kept Ress suspended while the other guided his enormous shaft. The head alone looked almost too big for Ress's small hole, the purple crown pressing against the tight ring. Without preparation, Tareek began to lower Ress down.
Ress's back arched as a high cry escaped his throat. His hands grasped at Tareek's wrists but couldn't even close halfway around them. Tareek's cock pushed inside, stretching Ress wider than seemed possible.
"Tight," Tareek grunted with pleasure. "Ress squeeze Tareek good."
The crate creaked beneath them. Tareek's hands completely encircled Ress's waist, fingers nearly meeting as he moved Ress up and down on his cock. When Tareek placed one hand on Ress's head, it covered it entirely from crown to chin.
Ress made high, gasping sounds with each thrust. His body trembled, sweat now breaking out across his golden skin, mixing with the cum already covering him. Several men had begun jerking off again, turned on by the obscene display.
"Look at him take it," a sailor said, stroking frantically. "Didn't think it was possible."
Tareek stood up, still impaling Ress on his cock, and bounced him up and down in the middle of the circle. Ress's thin legs dangled uselessly on either side of Tareek's massive shaft, kicking slightly with each hard thrust. The sight was so hot that two more men shot their second load, adding fresh splatters to Ress's already covered body. The cum ran down his thighs like melted wax, some of it mixing with sweat to form rivulets that traced patterns on his skin.
"Ress good prize," Tareek said, breathing hard. "Tareek almost finish."
Ress's body suddenly went rigid. His back arched sharply as a long sound escaped him. His thighs trembled, his own release triggered by the pounding inside him.
The sight pushed Tareek over the edge. His rhythm faltered as his massive body tensed. With a roar that shook the boards beneath their feet, he drove himself fully inside one final time, holding Ress firmly against his body.
"Inside," Tareek groaned, his huge form shuddering. "Tareek fill Ress up."
For almost a minute, he remained still, only the flexing muscles in his back and thighs showing his continued release. When he finally lifted Ress off his cock, a collective murmur rose from the watching men.
Ress could barely stand. His hole was red and swollen, gaping open from Tareek's size. Thick streams of cum ran down his inner thighs, dripping steadily onto the deck. His entire body trembled.
"Let's have a look at the damage," Gilo said, guiding Ress to bend forward. He spread Ress's buttocks, displaying the gaping hole to everyone. "Would you look at that? I could fit my whole fist in there now!"
The men laughed and applauded, some clapping Tareek on the back, others touching Ress's cum-covered skin.
"Good show, Ress!" someone called.
"Same time tomorrow?" another suggested, to more laughter.
Tareek fastened his pants with a pleased expression. He patted Ress's head gently.
"Good boy," he said softly. "Tareek happy. Ress best prize."
Then he wandered off, walking unsteadily. The audience began to disperse, some still laughing and talking about what they'd seen, others heading to their beds.
Ress remained standing in the center, swaying slightly. His breathing came in quick, shallow gasps. The cum on his face had begun to dry, pulling at his skin. His left eye remained half-closed and red.
Emil stepped forward. Talek spoke from behind him.
"Leave him. Not your concern."
Emil ignored him, moving toward Ress. "Let me help you get cleaned up," he said quietly, touching Ress's shoulder.
Ress nodded silently. When he tried to walk, his legs gave out. Emil caught him, supporting his weight. Ress winced as the movement sent fresh streams of cum down his thighs.
Emil guided him toward the small room where sailors washed. Each step seemed to hurt Ress, his walk unsteady. The smell of cum surrounded them, sharp and salty.
Talek watched them go, his expression darkening. But he didn't follow.
The boards beneath Emil's feet felt unusually warm as he led Ress away. The ship creaked around them, the sound almost like satisfaction.
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